A/N: Hello loves! I finally started the sequel to One Shot! Yay! Actually, I've had a bit of this for a while, but I'm not sure where it's going exactly, so help me along, please!! HUGS!

-Ponytails (Kait)

Chapter 1

Pick up the phone, Ziva. Come on...it's Sunday night, what could you possibly be–?

"Hello?" a bright young voice greeted him from the other end of the line.

Tony cleared his throat, "Hey Kazia, it's Tony. Is your mom around?" He felt kind of pathetic, calling her like this, but he had to admit, since Ziva and Kazia had stayed at his apartment for a while, around a month ago now, their absence was starting to wear on him. He missed them.

There was silence on the other end for a moment as ten-year-old Kazia glanced over her shoulder towards the closed bathroom door. "She's sick." she told Tony bluntly.

"What? Wait a minute, how sick?" Tony ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowed with concern.

The girl sighed. "Ziva threw up a little bit ago. She didn't say anything about it, but I heard her. She's still in there."

"Ooh," Tony replied, "sounds like the stomach virus. It's been getting around fast this year." He could tell he was boring the poor kid, so he figured he'd let her get back to–whatever it was little girls did in their spare time. Generally he'd have thought tea-parties and dolls, but that didn't seem like something Ziva's kid would be into.

"Okay, well tell her if she needs anything–" he stopped, hearing muffled voices on the other end.

"Tony?" Ziva's voice met his ears, though she sounded tired and shaky.

"Hey, Ziva, are you alright? Kaz said you were sick–"

"I'm fine, Tony, just a stomach bug. Kazia probably brought it home from school." Now she sounded rushed, like she had somewhere to be.

What was up with her these days? "Ohhkay, well, as I was saying to Kazia before, if you need anything, meds, tea, barf bags, if you want me to come over..." he chuckled, "don't hesitate to call."

He could tell she was smiling too as she answered. "Fine. If I need anything, I will call. Good night, Tony."

Anthony DiNozzo smiled gently, his eyes sparkling in their devilish, yet somehow remarkably sweet way. Ziva could picture him on the other end. "Night, Ziva. Feel better."

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