The Perfect Crime
'Mom! Mom! How you and daddy meet?" Annabelle asked curiously, whilst jumping hyperactively around her mother.
"Well, how about you find your father and we will tell you together around the fireplace?" She responded calmly, slowly retaining her memories from that day, many years ago. Annabelle hurriedly went to find her father in the kitchen and tugged on his pants to get his attention.
"Hey, Annie, what's up?" He asked as he pulled his five year old daughter up and held her in his arms.
"You need come quick! Mom say so!" She said and pointed towards the fireplace. Ziva had just finished putting new logs into the fireplace, to heat up the little holiday cottage house.
"Sure thing." He responded and headed over to where his wife had set up a few cushions on the wooden floor. "Now, why are we sitting here?"
"Annabelle wants to know how we met." She grinned and lightly patted her daughter's cheek.
"Ohhh. Do you wanna start?" Ziva gave him a nod and began to tell their infamous story.
"Well, one day I was told by my father to go to America and help protect my half brother Ari." She began. "He did something bad, and I had to go to a place called NCIS, to try and protect him, even though what he did was wrong. When I walked in, I caught your father in a very unusual situation, and our first conversation was even worse, it was very… awkward. During the time I was in America for those couple of days, I caught your father trying to follow me, but most importantly, we got to find out more about each other. I was beginning to like him, even from that first day. Because the way he was around me was, well fun! He was sweet, funny and just plain annoying." Tony made a mock hurt expression, but both girls began to laugh. "But even though your daddy can be annoying, and childish and juvenile, I love him for it." She concluded, and Tony pulled her shoulders toward himself and kissed her softly on her rosy pink lips which were in the form of a smile.
"Ewwwyyy! That yucky!" Annabelle exclaimed rather loudly.
"Kissing isn't yucky." Tony said, before giving Ziva a knowing look. Both parents leaned in and started kissing their daughter's cheeks and nose. "When you grow up, you're gunna love kissing." He said.
"Tony! Do not say stuff like that to your daughter! She is only five!" Ziva blurted out.
"What? You like it." He replied and she started blushing madly, making the rush of color to her cheeks quite noticeable, and all their daughter did was giggle in happiness.