Daddy DiNozzo?

Kate looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't good, even for her standards. She quickly ran a brush through her hair and applied some lipstick. There. Satisfactory.

She arranged her desk carefully and made her way out, back home. DiNozzo was out, with some brainless blonde. Okay, it wasn't certain, but at least that wasn't impossible. She opened the door and was very much surprised about what she found.

A little girl was seated on the steps leading up to NCIS HQ. She looked up as Kate exited. She didn't look much older than 14 or 15, Kate thought. There was something familiar about those eyes...

"Good afternoon," said the girl crisply, standing up and offering her hand to Kate, who shook it.

"My name's Sasha. Sasha Weatherly-DiNozzo." Kate felt as if she had plunged into an ice-cold bath. DiNozzo...this girl's name was DiNozzo. She had come here too. That meant...this girl. She couldn't be that annoying womanizer's daughter, could she?

"I'm Kate. Do you want to come in Sasha?" The girl nodded and entered after Kate. Sasha gestured to an armchair. Sure, it was Gibbs' and he WAS quite possessive about it, but he wasn't here.

"I'm guessing you want to see Tony DiNozzo?" she asked, crossing her arms. The girl nodded.

"Well, my mother only said my father was a . So his name is Tony? Hmm." Kate was still surprised, even though she had seen it coming. This incompetent dumb jackass was a father; this ought to be interesting. She was right. The door was flung open by none other than...

"Kate, who's this?" asked Tony. Kate felt like laughing, but knew she mustn't .

"My name's Sasha Weatherly-DiNozzo. Nice to meet you. What's your name?" Kate could see Tony pale, his mind calculating everything. Finally he sighed and sat down, holding his head.

"Sasha, this is your father," Kate said, smiling. Sasha didn't say anything but simply walked over to Tony and held out her hand for him to shake. He looked at her between his fingers.

"Good afternoon Tony. Do you mind talking? I can always come later." He placed his fingers on her chin and looked at her.

"You have the DiNozzo eyes," he murmured softly. "I can talk now. Tell me; why did you come now?" She blinked, trying to suppress tears.

"My mother is sick; she is in hospital. My grandparents are in an old people's home. Basically I have nowhere to go, and my mother told me my father's name." He led her by the arm, and the 3 of them sat round the table; Kate watching solemnly.

"My mother's name is Linda Weatherly. Do you remember her?" He shook his head, and then looked down at the table shamefully.

"I don't remember all of the names of the women I've dated in the past Sasha. I apologise." She gulped and managed a smile.

"It's okay. I was prepared for this. Well, I'm 14 years old. How old are you?" He sighed.

"32. That means I had you when I was around 18." He massaged his temple, trying to bring back some memories. But it didn't work.

"How was it; life with your mother?" asked Kate, trying to break the awkward silence.

"It was great. Having mother didn't stop her; she's a doctor. We get along fine, it was just because of this that I have to..." She broke off, and Kate patted her gently.

"Are you two hungry?"asked Tony, almost back to his normal self. Kate shook her head in desperation. He was never going to change.

"I like Chinese," said Sasha quietly. A big smile lit up his face.

"Hey, that's my favourite! We really are related!" He got up and put an arm around her shoulders. Sasha was already starting to feel more comfortable, Kate could see.

"Maybe he won't be so bad as a dad after all," she murmured, and followed them out of the Headquarters.