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Jenny smiled. Her husband would be coming home from work at any moment.
Her three-year-old son Jimmy came in the room. "Mommy?"
"Yes, Jimmy?" She lifted him onto her lap.
"When's Daddy comin' home?"
"Any minute now. Why, honey, is something wrong?"
"Tony keeps messin' wiv me!"
Jenny let out a sigh. Her nine-year-old son loved to pester his siblings. "And what has he been doing?"
"He been callin' me names and makin' funna me!"
Jenny stifled a laugh at her son's pout. "What about Tim?"
"Timmy be nice. Timmy be stickin' up for me when Tony be mean," Jimmy explained, looking at his mother.
Of course Tim has been the nice one. Jenny's six-year-old son wanted everything to be nice. His first word had been nice, after all.
A tiny sigh came from Jimmy. He was content with sitting on his mother's lap.
A cry came from upstairs. "That's your sister, Jimmy. Will you stay right here?"
Jimmy nodded.
Jenny stood up and put Jimmy on the chair. She went upstairs to where she heard the cry from her five-year-old daughter.
"What's wrong, Abby?" she asked, lifting up her black-haired little girl.
Between cries, Abby said, "Tony h-hit me!"
Jenny closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. What had gotten into him?
"Where'd he hit you?"
More cries. "My arm!" Abby held out her left arm and pointed to her elbow. "Right there!"
Jenny rubbed her daughter's arm a bit. "All better?"
"A little."
"Come downstairs and play with Jimmy, okay?"
Abby nodded. "Okay, Mommy."
Abby and Jimmy were now playing on the floor in the family room while Jenny started to cook dinner. The door opened and she grinned.
"Hi, Jethro!" she called.
Gibbs came around the corner, smiling. "Hi, Jenny." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Anything interesting happen today?"
"Well, yes, actually. Your son seems to think it's okay to tease and hit his siblings."
"Hmm, my son...out of the three of them, I'd have to guess Tony."
"Then you'd guess correctly. Anything interesting happen with you?" Jenny asked, peeling a potato.
"Yes, something I need to talk to you about." He looked next to him but seemed puzzled when nothing was there. "Ziva?"
A young girl came out from behind Gibbs. She looked adorable and was clearly shy. She had black wavy hair and dark eyes.
"It's okay, Ziva, don't worry about anything," Gibbs said. "Jenny, this is Ziva. Ziva, this is my wife Jenny."
Jenny smiled. "Hi, sweetie. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"
Ziva gasped and clung to Gibbs' leg. "N-no thank-k you."
Jenny's heart broke at the sight of the petrified little girl. She seemed so innocent, so shy...
"Ziva, why don't you go wash up?" Gibbs guided her to the bathroom. He came back out and stood in front of Jenny. "Her name is Ziva David. Her bastard of a father is deputy director of Mossad. He came in for a conference with NCIS and I caught him beating the poor girl. I immediately arrested him."
Jenny dug her face in her hands, letting tears escape. She was soon embraced in her husband's secure arms. "Let's give her a proper childhood. It might not be too late."
Gibbs smiled at his wife. She always did the right thing.
"You may want to go deal with Tony now," Jenny stated.
Sighing, Gibbs nodded and made way for the stairs.
He found Tony playing a video game in his room.
"Anthony!" Gibbs yelled.
Tony quickly paused the game and looked at his dad.
"Anthony Gibbs, get over here."
Knowing better that to disobey, Tony walked over.
Gibbs lifted his son and sat on the bed, Tony in his lap so he could face him.
"Your mother told me that you've been teasing and hitting your siblings. Is that right, Anthony?"
Tony nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
"You know better than to be mean to your brothers and your sister. What did you do?"
Guiltily, Tony twiddled his thumbs, playing close attention to them for no apparent reason. "I called Jimmy an idiot and a moron and I hit Abby's elbow."
"Why did you call Jimmy and idiot and a moron?"
"'Cuz he's stupid!" Tony exclaimed angrily.
Gibbs lightly slapped the back of Tony's head, not as hard as he would to his agents. "Not a good answer."
Tony sighed, anger ever so present. "He wouldn't do what I want!"
"That's not a reason to call someone names, especially your brother!" Gibbs scolded his oldest son. "Now tell me why you hit your sister."
"She was being annoying!"
"How?"
"She wouldn't play what I wanted to play, either!"
"Anthony, I'm very disappointed in you," Gibbs chastised. "You don't ever use mean words or hit because you don't get your way. Go turn the game off. No playing for the rest of the week."
"All the way 'til Saturday? No way! But it's Tuesday!" His complaints faded.
"Go turn it off now, Anthony!"
Tony turned off his hockey game.
"Now come downstairs and eat."
"No!" Tony protested, crossing his arms.
Not wanting to deal with this again, Gibbs lifted his son, despite his heavy complaining.
When they got downstairs, Gibbs put Tony on a kitchen chair. Tim, Abby, and Jimmy were all sitting down.
"Tell them you're sorry," Gibbs said.
"Sorry."
Jenny walked over to Gibbs and whispered, "Tim stuck up for them."
Gibbs walked over to his middle son and crouched down next to him. Smiling, Gibbs said, "That was very nice, Tim." He ruffled his son's hair.
Happily, Tim kicked his feet that didn't reach the ground and beamed, revealing a smile with missing teeth.
"I'm going to go check on Ziva," Gibbs whispered to his wife. She nodded.
He knocked on the bathroom door. A soft "come in" was heard and he entered.
It was clear that she had been crying. Ziva's face was red and tearstained.
"Ziva, what's wrong, huh?" He sat down next to her.
She sniffled. "I d-don't have t-to go back, do I-I?"
"Of course not, honey. Never. You'll live with us."
"Really?"
"Really."
"And you'll care about me?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay."
"Are you ready to go meet your new family?"
"Sure."
Gibbs assisted Ziva to her feet. "I'm also going to call my friend Dr. Mallard and have you checked out, alright?"
"Alright."
Feeling at unease when Ziva began to walk, Gibbs wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her into the kitchen.
"Ziva, these are Jimmy, Abby, Tim, and Tony. Everyone, this is Ziva."