She hated her father.
He was a bastard. It took everything inside the young agent not to hunt him down and murder him happily. She looked at the screen, staring into the eyes of a young woamn who had just lost her Marine father. She had been sympathetic but she didn't let herself get too involved... Unitl now. She looked over at the grey haired man who was one the phone with someone that she didn't know. He had told Ziva David that, until she was done for the night, he was staying too.
She sighed and leaned back, watching him rub his temples. She hadn't had contact with her own father in months now and she didn't honestly want to get in contact with him because she was convinced one of them would die- She hoped that it would be her father. "What are you looking at David?" He asked and she blinked slightly, forgetting that she was staring at him, and smiled slightly. "The strong leader of NCIS." She fibbed and he sighed. "I'm tired, Ziva, can you just give up for tonight?" He asked and she laughed softly before standing.
Ziva put on her leather jacket before walking over and giving the man, who had stood and moved around his desk to leave, a tight hug. "Thank you, Gibbs." She whispered softly, hugged him tighter still, before pulling back and grabbing her bag as she left.
Gibbs made a better father figure anyways.