A/N: Hey there – thanks for stopping by! I'm new to fanfiction and decided to give it a go. If its awful and horrible please tell me and I can remove it and forget it ever happened.. :D Please review, it would be really helpful!
It was a dark Thursday night in the bullpen. Tony had just finished his case reports, and was therefore feeling rather pleased with himself. He grabbed his bag and began to pack up his things to head out for the night.
"Leaving all ready?" asked Ziva from the desk across the room.
"I have a date with Magnum, one of the greatest episodes. He gets-"
"Have fun Tony, I'll see you tomorrow." Ziva interrupted.
"I have time for a drink, if you want? It's on me?"
"I'm fine thanks, going to have peaceful night at home. I'll see you tomorrow, good night."
"Night Ziva" He said and left, looking forward to a more relaxing evening.
Tony was just settling into Magnum, Tom Selleck had just busted some 'dirtbag' when there was a soft knock on the door. Pausing the programme and wondering who would be visiting now, Tony made his way over to the door. Upon opening it he saw someone he hadn't seen in years and thought he would never see again.
"Melissa, w-what are you doing here?" he asked, confused.
"Hi Tony, I know this must be unexpected but we really need to talk." She replied, looking sincere.
"Oh right, ok, do come on in. Can I get you a drink? How about a cup of tea?" he asked sarcastically. "What do you want Melissa, give me a better reason than 'We need to talk' – we haven't seen each other in over 15 years!"
"Look, I have to explain some things to you, just please?" she asked, looking exasperated.
"Can I have some insight into what we are going to discuss before I let my one night stand from over a decade ago into my home?"
"It's about my daughter, Alex-" she started,
"And why exactly should I be concerned about your child?" he asked, more confused.
"I think you should be sitting down for this.."
"Melissa, what are you talking about – just say whatever you need!"
"She's yours Tony, Alex is your daughter." She answered, and looked to the ground to escape the look in his eyes.
They had now moved into his apartment and Tony was sitting on the couch, running his hands through his hair and attempting to understand this situation.
"So, she's definitely mine? There's no chance she's someone else's?" he asked desperately.
"I'm sorry Tony, I'm pretty sure. You only have to see her to understand. She looks just like you." Melissa replied from the other end of the couch.
"I just, just can't I don't understand. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tony, we were a one night stand – we barely knew each other! We weren't exactly sober at the time too, I had no idea what you wanted or who you really were. I didn't want to drag you into this situation and force you into something you didn't want."
"But, exactly, you didn't know me. Surely I deserved a chance!"
"I know, I was scared, young and dumb. It was selfish but I wanted to do it alone because it seemed easier! And I'm sorry Tony, I regret it all the time. I should have involved you and I didn't. It was a mistake and I am sorry."
He nodded, trying to understand her point but failing.
"Can I see a picture of her?" He asked, feeling the sudden need to actually see what his child looked like.
"Sure, here you go" Melissa said, pulling a small photo from her bag. "This was taken at my boyfriend's birthday party last week."
In the photo was a smiling, seemingly happy 15-year-old girl. She had curly brown hair curled into tight ringlets, dimples in each cheek and a huge smile on her face – showing all her teeth despite the fact that she has braces.
"Wow, She's beautiful Melissa." He said, his voice quieter than usual.
"I know - she's a much better child than I ever was. Always smiling, always making jokes. You must be where she gets that from I guess."
Tony chuckled, unable to tear his gaze away from the tiny photo of his daughter.
"So," he said, looking up. "When can I see her?"
