A/N: This story has been adopted, there will be a few changes hope u enjoy.

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It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons in Washington D.C.. While most of the people, who were living in this large city, had spent the morning sleeping in or just lounging around, there was one apartment whose new occupant had kept herself busy setting up her new home.

After having spent the majority of the morning sorting her various books onto book shelves, NCIS newest Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David was now watching the latest News as she lay down on her couch. Up to the moment where her 6-year-old daughter came running into the living room rather excitedly.

"Look Ima! Look what I did," the little girl squealed in delight.

"Oh? Let me see then," Ziva told her daughter as she got up from the couch.

The little girl dragged the Mossad officer towards her bedroom, where Ziva instantly was greeted by a huge mess. Obviously the girl had pulled all the clothes out of her closet.

"Oh Kal, now we have to clean this up," Ziva gently scolded her daughter.

"Yep and throw away all the old clothes that I'm too big for now," replied Katya proudly.

Just as Ziva and Kalisha were about to start cleaning up, a knock was heard at the front door. Answering it, Ziva wasn't expecting the person she found in front of her.

"Paul. Hi, how are you? I did not expect you till tomorrow," Ziva greeted her visitor, clearly surprised

"Oh sorry, I had free time. Thought I would come over and connect the Internet for you tonight, since you wanted to e-mail your dad and stuff like that," Paul answered with a smile on his face.

"That is very thoughtful of you, but it is a bad time right now. I am about to head for the shower," knitting her eyebrows as she said so.

"I could have it done by the time you're finished," offered her visitor.

Thinking Paul's offer over for a few moments, Ziva stepped aside to let him into her apartment. "Alright, come on in then."

Once having shown Paul her notebook and the mess of wires which needed to be assembled into a functional connection to the world wide web, Ziva went back to her daughter's room.

"Who is that man Ima?" A curious Katya wanted to know.

"That is Paul. He is helping me, so that you can talk to your Shabba over the Internet. Now let us get you ready for bed. You have school in the morning," Ziva told her daughter as she led the small girl into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Ziva had managed to put Kalisha to bed after having read one of the girl's favourite bedtime stories.

"That's it. All set up. If you want I could stay around and do whatever else you need help with," volunteered Paul as Ziva came back into the living room.

"I think I am okay now, thank you Paul," smiled Ziva as she led her visitor to the door.

"No problem Ziva," Paul said as he walked out of the apartment.

The next morning Ziva and Kalisha were sitting in the kitchen, eating breakfast, before they had to get ready for work or as in Kalisha's case school.

"Ima, I do not want to go. I am scared," admitted the little girl as she looked up from her breakfast.

"Kal, everyone is scared on their first day of school. You will be fine," her mother calmly explained to her.

"Will you come with me?" Kalisha asked fearfully.

"I will take you in to meet your new class. Then you will be okay, you will see," her mother reassured her.

"Okay Ima."

After breakfast the two girls headed out, with Ziva dropping Kalisha off at school before she went into work herself.

"Morning Ziva, is everything working okay?" Paul asked as he popped his head around the wall divider, smiling at her.

"Shalom Paul, yes it is. Thank you for your help. I am not good with computers," she told him, frowning when she remembered her NCIS-computer.

"It's okay, any time you need anything, just call me."

"Thank you, I will," smiled Ziva as she walked to her desk.

It was only when Ziva had put her stuff down and had started making phone calls, when Tony and McGee came in.

"Hey, what's wrong?" McGee asked.

"It was the moving company. They arrived today with my new couch. But it was the wrong one. I only noticed this when they were already gone. And my washing machine broke down too, I am trying to arrange someone to help me sort it, but cannot find anyone who would come in the evening," explained Ziva through gritted teeth, trying not to shout as she told him.

"Not his fault..." Ziva thought to herself.

"I thought your couch already arrived," McGee said, confused by her statement.

"Yes, that was the one from home. I ordered a new one when I arrived here."

"I'm free tonight, I could help you. I was only going to ask Jimmy if he wanted to go out tonight. I'm sure he won't mind to come too. He's good at fixing things. Let him have a look at your washer," suggested McGee, trying to help his colleague.

"Are you sure?" Ziva asked as she looked up from her phone.

"Yeah, no problem. I also got the stuff you wanted. Do you want me to bring it tonight?" The agent questioned.

"McGee that was fast! Yes, please." She said as she kissed his cheek.

"No problem, fast track service. I've got you. We will be round at 8 pm, okay for you?" He said, starting to blush.

"Yes, thank you" answered Ziva. Instantly feeling a lot better.

Later that night, as Ziva was getting Kalisha ready to go to a friend's house, the door rang, which she answered, after having put her daughter into her room.

"McGee, Jimmy, you are early... Come in," Ziva invited them, "Please excuse the mess."

As the boys enter, McGee looked around and noticed that toys and pictures were neatly placed around.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" offered Ziva as she lead them further into the apartment.

"Uhm, no thanks, I'm okay," answered Jimmy, "I will get one after I have looked at the washer."

"I appreciate you looking at it, Jimmy. It is through here," said Ziva as she pointed to the back of the apartment where the kitchen was.

While Jimmy was working on the washer he suddenly noticed a reflection in the mirror. As he turned around he saw a startled Kalisha in the hallway, who ran back to her bedroom moments later.

"Uhm Ziva?!" Jimmy called out.

A few moments later Ziva appeared, McGee in tow, "Yes Jimmy?"

"Do you babysit?" Jimmy asked slightly taken aback as he pointed in the direction Kalisha ran to. Ziva just smiled.

"That was my daughter," she stated when she beckoned Kalisha to come out of her hiding place, as the boys wore stunned looks, looking back and forth between Ziva and her daughter, not uttering a sound.

"Kalisha, come here," the Israeli said, holding her hand out for her daughter to take, as she smirked at the reactions of her co-workers.

"Say Hi," she encouraged the small girl.

"Hi," Kalisha said, half hiding behind her mother.

"Hi, I'm Tim" said McGee after he had snapped out his trance, crouching down to the girl as he offered her a smile

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