A/N: Hello readers! Just had a dream about this scenario that I just had to write down. So I take to my keyboard and bring you this story. That will hopefully be liked. Remember, review!

The day had started out like any other, Ziva supposed. She had been laying on her stomach flipping through a magazine, the warm dry Israel air coming in through the open window. Her father had called and told her stepmother he was coming home a few days early, and Ziva was trying to pull her Mossad mask on and not let her emotions show through, something (much to her irritation) Ari and Uriah had aleady mastered. She heard a door close and then her fathers booming voice call up the stairs for her. She tried to surpress the toddler instinct to run down and wrap her arms tight around her father's leg and never let go. Instead, she calmly closed her magazine, stood, and padded down the marble staircase.

"Ziva, my little princess, how are you?" her father asked with a wan smile. She tried her best to not laugh, and returned her reply with a nod, not the grin she felt.

"Hello, Father." she said weakly "You said you needed to see me?"

"Yes indeed, Ziva. Please, sit." he took a seat on the other side of his large wooden desk. Ziva sat in a hard wooden chair. Eli took a deep breath and began. "Ziva, I understand it is your wish to become a Mossad officer and you have already started your training at this early age." Ziva nodded again. 16 was young, especially for a girl. But she had catch up with her older brothers, didn't she? "I am immensly pleased with your progress so far."

"Thank you, father." Ziva smiled.

"Now, Mossad is looking for a young girl operative to pose as a senators daughter. There has been multiple kidnapping threats on his actually daughter, and we have decided to put an agent in as a decoy. Ziva," he looked at her daughter concernedly. "Are you willing to do this for me? for your country?"

Ziva smiled as big as she dared. "Of course, father."

Ziva danced into the basement where her three older brothers were watching TV. She ran and stood in front of the set, much to their dismay.

"Ziva, we are trying to watch that!" Ari yelled at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Guess what?" she gushed.

"Let the little girl play." Yetta, her oldest half brother, said from the bar stool her was perched on.

"Papa is sending me on a mission." she beamed at the three boys.

"What?" Uriah yelled in dismay. "Why would her pick you and not one of his three older...stronger...braver sons to do it?" Ziva smiled slyly and flopped onto the leather couch next to Ari.

"I do not know, he likes me...better, perhaps?" All three boys scoffed. "What? I am much prettier. I am much more poilite. And...what was that third one?"

"You menstrate?"

"You have breasts?" they offered and she scowled, trying not to laugh.

"No. I can fight." Now all three boys laughed loudly.

"Oh yes, little fairy princess Ziva can fight." Yetta said and stood.

"What, you dare challenge the chosen one?" Ziva asked

"Indeed I do little girl."

"Uh, Yetta..." Ari began and made a half grimace.

"What now?"

"She really will destroy you." Yetta rolled his eyes. Ziva stood and stood across from her gangly brother. "No, really, Yet, she is good at H2H."

"Well, seeing I do not believe my immature little brother, I say...bring it."

Ziva hunched over halfway, and crept behind Yetta while he talked to Ari, glaring up at him through her long dark hair.

"Pretty girls...cannot fight." Yetta smirked at Ari then turned to where ZIva had been the moment before. Ziva took this moment of confusion to leap and pounce onto Yetta's broad shoulders with a feral growl. Yetta cried out in surprise as she pulled her arm around his throat tightly. She wrapped her skinny legs around his waist as he tried to shake her off.

"Ziva...that...was...not...funny." he gasped and spun around in circles while Ari and Uriah roared with laughter. "I...was...not...ready..."

"I do not think Lila will like it if I kill you." she said loudly over the yells and laughter of her older brothers. This made them laugh even harder. Lila was Yetta's girlfriend. Yetta's hands continued to try to free her strong arms from their grasp. A moment later, Yetta fell to his knees, and Ziva pushed his shoulders to the ground.

"10! 9! 8!" Uriah and Ari began to yell in unison.

"ZIva, let me up!" Yetta screamed muffledly.

"Not until I have won..." she whispered dangerously in his ear.

"7! 6!"

"Ziva!"

"5 more, Yet." she pushed his shoulders into the carpet harder.

"5! 4! 3!" Ziva laughed and loosened her grip too early. Yetta flipped and now press her shoulders down into the carpet. Ziva swore.

"OHHHHH!" Uriah and Ari yelled.

"It looks like Ziva let her guard down a little too early, Uri." Ari screamed into the remote, holding it like a microphone, as though he was a sports announcer.

"Yes it looks like Yet will win this one." Ari replied into his own microphone, a tennis shoe. "10! 9! 8! 7!" Ziva took carefull measure of where Yetta's legs were placed. If she was lucky she could very easily bring her foot up and kick him right in the...

"OHHHH!" Ari and Uriah screamed again, this one in more agony. Yetta squeaked and fell off of Ziva, so she could press his shoulders down again.

"And Ziva counters with a crotch blow." Ari said through his laughter

"Yes, it seems Yetta might of possibly not seen that one coming, Ar." Uriah followed and they both continued to laugh.

"COUNT!" Ziva ordered while Yetta groaned under her weight.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6!" Ziva smirked but did not loose her grip yet "5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" They both finished and then began running around the basement yelling "GOOOOAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!" their arms spread out from them. Ziva fell off of Yetta, gasping for full lungfuls of air.

Pretty girls could not fight? Yeah...right Ziva thought victoriously.

A/N: So that was the first chapter! I hope you liked it! Review!