Prologue
Timothy Dinozzo spent his days off chasing after his 2 girls. He spent the weeks working on computers in a repair shop. His sister-in-law, Abby, watches his daughters while he works. It was night time and he had just put his 5 year old, Jenny, and his 3 year old, Penelope, to bed after a long day. Tim sat down to watch the evening news with the thought of only 2 more weeks left. He was half way through the program before he heard a soft knocking at the door. With a sign he got up and walked to door, looking out the peephole to only confirm who he thought it was and opened the door.
"Hello Jethro," He said as his father-in-law walked. Ziva, Kate, and Abby followed behind. Jethro was a serious man in his 50s who had a head full gray hair, he also had a closet full of secrets that they would never know about. What Tim did know of his father-in-law was that he has been married more than once, he was a marine a long time ago, and he adopted Ziva, Kate, Abby and his husband in their teens. Ziva, who grow up in Israel, was a bit tanner than the rest of the family as well as your worst nightmare if you pissed her off. She spends most of her free time at women's shelters teaching self-defense and probably knows about 3000 ways to kill a man. Kate could be just as scary as her sister but likes to do things by the book more than Ziva does. They have both proven to be stronger than men many times. Abby, everyone's favorite, is very much the sweet girl next door…only with a more gothic nature.
"2 more weeks Tim," Jethro looked around the room before sitting down in a chair. Tim nodded before offering everyone something to drink. They all declined.
"The girls most be excited to finally see their dad," Ziva picked up a picture of her nieces and smiled at their happy face.
"Yes, Penny can't wait to meet him for the first time," Tim sat down on the couch and Abby took the spot next to him.
"What about Jenny?" Kate asked. Tim's eyes grow cloudy," She's met him but she can't remember him, after all she was 2 when he "went away."
The room got tense and uncomfortable and Jethro decided to get to the point as to why they came here so late at night, "Tim, we may have a job."
Meanwhile miles away in a prison cell. Tony lay on the top bunk listening to his cellmate snooze for the thousandth time as he stared at the calendar across the room which showed how many days before he'd be a free man again and with his family. He signed and rolled over to face away from the calendar in hope for sleep that never came.
Author's note: so sorry if this sucks but I got a really bad headache while writing this and I didn't want to stop writing this. I would love if anyone who reads this reviews what they think so please review. Have a lovely day