Ziva sat in her living room thinking. She knew that she needed to finish packing, but she would wait for her daughter to get home from her last day of school first. Her daughter's name was Deana Marie and she was seventeen years old. She had always been a quiet child and didn't have a lot of friends. She was very shy and didn't usually even say "hello" to someone until she knew them for at least three years. They moved so often anyway, it didn't matter if Deana made any friends, they would just have to leave them in a couple years.
Ziva thought back to the last time she had seen Deana's father. It had been almost eighteen years. She found out that she was pregnant shortly after she left. Deana had never met her father, and the man didn't even know about her. Deana's father… That would be very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
Here is just the beginning of a new story that popped into my head. I couldn't sleep and decided to "free write" as McGee would say. I have been stuck on the other story I am writing, so I decided that "free writing" might help me get "unstuck." Please review. I will atempt to update both stories. I don't know how often I will be able to update as I have finals for college next week and need to get ready for them as well as finishing several projects for various classes. Once again, please review and tell me what you think.