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Chapter 1

Tony DiNozzo was late. Again. This was becoming a common recurrence. He prayed that there wouldn't be anyone at the security checkpoint so he could run through without a problem. No such luck. As he turned the corner, Tom, the security guard, was arguing with a young woman. A young woman who resembled Ziva far too much for Tony to be comfortable with.

"I'm sorry ma'am," Tom told the woman, "an agent needs to escort you up. If you can't give me a specific reason why you need to visit, then I'm afraid I can't make that happen."

"I just need to speak with Ziva David. Please."

"And what is the nature of your visit?" Tom asked. Tony could see the woman begin to tense up.

She sighed. "It's personal." Tony could tell she was losing her patience. The woman's uncanny resemblance to Ziva made Tony worry that she may be Mossad.

"It's okay Tom," Tony interrupted. "I'll take her up." The woman gave Tony a suspicious look. Tony studied her as they walked to the elevator. She was much younger than Tony had originally thought. He wondered if she was even in her 20s. Tony thought that she might look less like Ziva the closer he got, but instead, he noticed the resemblance even more. They both had the same long, curly dark brown hair. She had the same olive skin and facial features as Ziva. The only major difference was in their eyes. Unlike Ziva's chocolate brown eyes, this woman had bright, clear blue eyes.

Shortly after the elevator started moving, Tony pushed the emergency stop button. "What does Mossad want with Ziva?"

"I am not Mossad," the young woman replied. She looked confused and as Tony looked into her eyes, he could swear he even saw a hint of fear. He studied her more. Tony had been so focused on her face earlier that he hadn't noticed anything else. She was tiny. Standing just slightly shorter than Ziva, this girl was skinny. She looked almost malnourished. Tony guessed that her clothes had been purchased at a thrift shop. They were worn and ill-fitted, engulfing her small frame.

Tony put a hand on her shoulder. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked the question gently, surprising the girl. She shrugged and shook her head, taking a step back away from Tony. He sighed. "My name is Tony."

"Liora," she replied with a small smile, as Tony started the elevator back up.

Tony stepped out first and headed to the bullpen ahead of Liora. He stopped in front of Ziva's desk.

"You are late again Tony," Ziva admonished without looking up from her work.

"And you have a visitor," Tony replied, motioning to Liora. Ziva took one look at the girl, and turned back to Tony with a bewildered, questioning look on her face. "She's not Mossad," Tony explained, giving Ziva an encouraging look. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and knew that his were reflecting the same feeling.

Ziva turned back to Liora, who looked extremely nervous. Ziva gave her a sympathetic smile. "Shall we go someplace more private?" Relief flooded over Liora's features and she nodded enthusiastically.

Ziva led Liora up to the break room, relieved that it was empty. She bought some food and a bottle of water from the vending machine and handed both to Liora. She quickly downed all of the food. "Why did you need to speak to me?" Ziva asked quietly.

"My name is Liora." A look of disbelief crossed Ziva's face. "And I think you are my mother."