Sarah Ariel David. What a good match maker

It was 5 o'clock just a regular evening at NCIS or that's what team Gibbs thought. Gibbs was out on his 7th coffee run that day. Ziva was chasing down a lead on their newest case; a dead Petty officer was stabbed to death in his bathroom. McGee was with Abby in her lab doing some computer thing and Tony was doing a background check on their dead Petty officer. When a Girl no older than 12 got off the elevator, the girl was wearing a short cheerleading uniform and was carrying a bag. Her hair was a nice long curly brown with deep brown loving eyes. Tony thought she was someone's kid from another team but then she turned and walked into the bullpen.

"May I help you?" Tony queried the young Girl

"Yes I guess you could have you seen Ima she was supposed to get me form practise 20 minutes ago but didn't show so I walked here," The girl huffed.

"Ima? What is an Ima?" Tony was puzzled

"Hebrew for mother" the girl noticed Tony's shock. That when she decided to give a hand out "Sarah, Sarah Ariel David Ziva's daughter"

"Ziva, my Crazy Ninja, has a daughter. Not just a daughter a cheerleading daughter. This must be a dream" Tony said rubbing his temple.

"Nope not a dream now do you know where she is" Sarah said getting quite angry and giving Tony a stare that was very scary.

"She is chasing down a lead should be back soon." Ding and Ziva David came out ofthe elevator and strode into the Bull pen. She was shocked at the site ahead

"Ima" Sarah snarled

"Oh Sarah, I forgot to pick you up didn't I, I am so sorry why didn't you can Aunt Jenny."

"Well I did but she didn't pick up and when she didn't I decided to come here. Why didn't you tell them?"

"Yeah Zi why didn't you tell us about Sarah" Tony paused "Wait a second Aunt Jenny, you mean your Aunt is the Director."

"Yes her Aunt is the Director Tony and I didn't tell you because it was none of your business and anyone's for that matter she is my daughter." Ziva was pointing at Abby and McGee who had just came in as Tony finished speaking. She was also pointing at Gibbs who had been there since "Aunt Jenny". Ziva then ran as fast as she could. Tony went to run after her but Sarah put her arm out.

"Tony, give it 5 minutes she needs to calm down." Sarah spoke calmly. Tony didn't listen to a word Sarah had said and once she was finished he bolted in the direction Ziva went.

"So questions" Sarah chuckled. Gibbs, Abby and McGee stared at her in shock "ok so my full name is Sarah Ariel David, I love cheerleading and I am the lead flyer in the American dream team cheerleading squad and I'm 12 Birthday is on the 10th of April." Sarah laughed at Gibbs expression. Gibbs pulled Sarah to the side.

"Did Jen leave to help your mum" Sarah looked away sheepishly "Sarah I will ask you again did your aunt leave me a dear John in Paris so she could help your mum and you" Gibbs hadn't noticed Jenny walk in

"Yes I did Jethroe." Jenny said, Gibbs just looked at her and Abby and McGee were stunned.

Sarah managed to choke out "so the Paris story about the 2 madly in love agents is true" Paige gasped. Jenny nodded, Jenny then looked around and saw the whole of floor 4 of NCIS was staring at her and she ran in her office in her ridicules high heels. Gibbs ran after her

"What! Get back to work and if I there is one comment even the tiniest about my Mum or my Aunt, I will kill you 18 different ways with a paper lip. Just remember, I was raised by an assassin." Sarah snarled.

Tony found Ziva on the roof top "Hay Zi" Ziva didn't say anything so Tony sat beside her. "I never picture you as a mum ad if I had to guess what your child would be like. I would ever have guessed she would be a cheerleader!"

"why don't you hate me" Ziva said

"I can't hate you Zi, plus your right it is none of my business and I'm mad at myself for getting you upset. I'm sorry, can you forgive me" Tony was nervous about the answer

"It should be me who needs forgiving" Ziva sighed

"hay don't say that. I love you" Tony trailed off scared

"I love you too" Ziva lent in and kissed him