Tony Dinozzo awoke to the sound of, no more like the pounding of the door. He groaned and rolled over on his side to look at the alarm on his bedside table.

"You're kidding." He said as the four glared up at him. He sat up and scratched the back of his head scooping up the shirt laying discarded on the floor. "Coming!" he shouted his voice hoarse from sleep.

The knocking did not stop and Tony groaned one more "I'm Coming!" he said scooting into the living room. Tony looked through the spy hole and his eye brows creased in confusion. He threw open the door and stared down at the person in front of him.

"About time, I've been knocking for fifteen minutes now." A young girl, about sixteen years old muttered in a tired voice ducking past him and dropping her worn out backpack and plopped down on the couch.

"And you are?" Tony asked the empty hall with wide eyes as he shut the door quietly, swiveling around to look at her.

"I'm Greenliegh." She said dismissively throwing an arm over her eyes and sighing loudly.

Tony stood in front of the girl and looked her over. She had short choppy hair the color of melted milk chocolate that scraped the tip of her heart shaped chin. Her body covered by torn and distressed clothes was skinny in a sickly way that made him want to shove a hamburger down her throat. And when she pulled her arm away she revealed lively green eyes shadowed by deep black and purple bags.

"Okay let's try this again," he said rubbing his own eyes "Why are you here and do you know what time it is?"

The girl chuckled, a soft and breathy sound. "It's four in the morning, and I am very tired. And I am here to take shelter at my father's for the night."

"So then why aren't you at his place?" Tony asked narrowing his eyes at the girl.

"I am," she laughed "you Anthony Dinozzo are my father. That makes me your daughter."