This story is kind of AU. I dont really have a time line we can just say somewhere in season eleven, but that doesn't mean the events that happen in the story are taking place after something that happened in the season. Just to get this clear though. Somalia happened, so most things before that happened. Also Ziva is still not talking to her father. I am going to try and update frequently but if I dont get a chance then I am sorry, but I am not going to promise updates. As of right now i have a couple chapters writen and I know what is going to happen, but please tell me your thoughts and ideas. Anything that makes you mad and maybe you want me to clear something up, message me and I'll attempt to answer the questions. Please give me good or bad reviews but nothing to harsh. if you dont like my story then you can either say so in a nice way or keep your opinions to your self and move on. I am currently still in school so I will try and get you a chapter but with everything that will be going on no promises. As much fun as writing is my grades come first. Well I think with all that said you can go ahead and read. I really hope you enjoy it enough to leave me a line or two on your thoughts. Reviews make my day :)

The rating is T only because of language. If anything ever changes I will give a warning.

Disclaimer: Okay really? If I owned NCIS and the characters then would I be writing for Fanfiction...um let me answer that. NO! So people start using your brains please and save me some time...

~~NCIS~~

Ziva sighed and picked up two and a half year old Nathaniel David. She gave a small smile as she felt his tiny hands grip her shirt. It was hard to believe that only three years had passed since she had seen the father of her child. Three years since she had seen her father. She pushed those thoughts away, she was on her own now. Because, in the end, she had no one else to turn to.

She buckled in the little boy and climbed into the driver's seat. Today would be the first time in 923 days that she would step inside the building that she once loved. She hoped she would not have to deal with the faces of those she had once loved. Soon, the car ride came to an end and her two and a half year old son was awake and chatting.

"We going to see wareplains!" He kicked excitedly and clapped his hands.

"No, son, we are going to where mommy use to work to speak with an old friend." She saw her son's face fall for a moment before he nodded enthusiastically. She was glad he was at an age where he wouldn't ask questions. She hadn't figured out what she would tell him, she couldn't lie to him and tell him that his father was dead. But what other choice did she have, 'Oh, Nathan, I'm glad you had a good day, and by the way your father hated you and me so he left.' That wasn't a choice. She unbuckled Nathan and held his hand as he jumped around excitedly. She threw the diaper bag around her shoulder and made her way to the entrance of the NCIS building.

~~NCIS~~

McGee sat at his desk, trying to find information on the dead Navy lieutenant, he glanced up at Tony, who was doing paper work. Not that this actually surprised McGee. The first month that McGee walked in and found Tony at his deck had shocked McGee, but now he learned to live with it. Actually, everyone learned to live with it. Tony didn't crack jokes or talk about movies and if a girl walked by, then Tony didn't even glance. McGee knew the reason for this. This reason happened to be a person who went by the name of Ziva David. The team wasn't allowed to say her name, or it was more like they never mentioned her in front of Tony. She disappeared. Went back to Israel and got married. Well, that's what they heard from Eli, but honestly McGee didn't trust that information. McGee couldn't help but feel sorry for his partner. Tony lost his friend and partner and, as Abby would say, his one true love, but Tony didn't believe that. They were just friends, and McGee wanted no other thoughts in his head.

Tony slammed his hand on the desk trying to get McGee's attention. When McGee jumped, Tony smirked and stood. "Why so jumpy these days?"

McGee looked at Tony as he spoke. "I don't know, Tony. Maybe for the same reason you're depressed , Ziva isn't-" he was cut off with Tony Gibbs-slapping him. "You're going to have to face the fact that she isn't coming back." Tony's eyes turned glassy as if he was in another world for a minute before he was 'slapped' back into reality by Gibbs.

That was when he saw her. She was wearing a pair of black slacks and a dark purple v-neck sweater. There was a little boy with her who looked to be the age of two holding her hand. He was wearing a dark brown shirt with a pair of jeans and sneakers. He had a dark brown curly hair with the greenest eyes. Tony inhaled sharply before he turned and walked out of the bull pen, trying to ignore the way her face fell when she saw his reaction.

"Ah, Ziver, it's nice to have you back," Gibbs said with an unusual tone in his voice he gave her a hug and then his eyes traveled to Nathan. "And who might you be?"

The little boy gave a short giggle as Gibbs tickled his stomach before he answered, "I Nathaniel John David, age two!" He giggled again as he gave Gibbs a high five.

Gibbs stood up and looked Ziva dead in the eyes. "Do not ask that question. You know I will not be able to answer," Ziva hissed under her breath, trying to keep her tone neutral, but soon Nathan looked up and reached his hands towards Ziva. Ziva gently picked him up and balanced him on her hip. He looked at her with a confused expression before he rested his head o her shoulder.

"Are you back?" McGee asked from behind Gibbs. Ziva gave her old friend a smile before she nodded.

Gibbs noted how heavy Nathan must be and went to pull out a sleeping bag. Ziva nodded thankfully before she laid him down and then followed Gibbs into the elevator silently giving McGee orders to watch Nathan.

~~NCIS~~

Ziva tried not to roll her eyes as Gibbs leaned over to flip the switch. "What do you think you're doing back here?" he questioned.

Ziva tried not to let her face fall when he spoke those words. She expected him to be glad she was back. If she was honest with herself she knew coming here, to NCIS, after almost three years, would be a long shot. But she needed her family back. She gave a sigh and looked at Gibbs. "Do you want the honest answer, or the false one I gave Vance?"

He gave her a look that said 'I'm not going to dignify that with an answer,' before she spoke again. "I needed to get away from some things. My father would be one of them, but I had nowhere else I could go that would also keep Nathan safe," she said, her eyes begging for him to understand her and forgive her.

Gibbs took a step forward. "Why did you leave?" He knew he was treading on shallow waters, but he deserved an answer, so did the rest of his team.

Ziva shook her head and started to pace around the elevator. "Do not make me answer that."

Gibbs nodded, trying to respect the walls she was building around herself. She gave a sigh before leaning against the wall. "I left because too many things were left unsaid. Which is kind of ironic, seeing that is the reason why I regretted leaving." She looked at Gibbs, and for the first time he saw something that he couldn't understand. Her expression was pained and she looked as if she had dark circles under her eyes.

That was when he put the pieces together. "How long have you been running from them?"

Ziva gave a soft laugh and pushed herself of the wall. "It depends on how you define running," she ran her fingers through her hair before she looked back at Gibbs. "My father wants a relationship with me again and I know that is because of Nathan. I am not putting my son through that. So I figured I…we would be safer here."

Gibbs nodded. "Which brings me to my next question; who's the little kid's father? Assuming you're the mother." Ziva nodded but she knew Gibbs already knew the kid was hers.

"Um, that is not what is important. As far as I am concerned, the father of Nathan is dead," she said sternly, trying to close her eyes and make the memories go away.

Flashback

"I really need to be getting back," Ziva mumbled, her head resting on the man's chest. He let out a chuckle.

"Hm…would five more minutes hurt anybody? I mean, where do you have to be?" he questioned, his eyes staring into hers. He ran his finger through her curls and traced his way down her bare back. She giggled and he kissed her softly. All to soon, the kiss started to get heated.

They woke two hours later, with both cell phones going off. They quickly got up and got showered before they went out to get in separate cars.

"Be careful, sweet cheeks. I'm hoping to get a repeat of last night," he said, wiggling his eyebrows, which caused Ziva to roll her eyes.

"Only in your dreams, my Little Hairy Butt," she stated as she got in her car and drove off to the Navy Yard, knowing she would see him in a few seconds.

End

Gibbs looked at her. " Ziver, say the word, and I'll have his ass tracked down and I'm sure DiNozzo and McGee will be right along with me." Ziva laughed and Gibbs flipped the switch causing the metal box to jerk to life.

"Oh, and Ziva," she looked at him. "If your father continues to make contact, I want you to tell me," he demanded, but he knew the chances of that happening were slim.

They both walked out of the elevator minutes later to find Nathan not where Ziva left him. Panicking, she turned to McGee who seemed to read her expression. "Tony took him, he was hungry." McGee held his hands up in defense and Ziva rolled her eyes making her way to the vending machines.

"I wants chewrentchels!" Nathan fussed and reached his hands out to rest on the glass

"Well, kiddo, I don't know what chewrentchels are, so either speak English or pick something else," Tony said tickling the boy's side which made him squirm and giggle in Tony's arms.

Flashback

"Tony, I think I am pregnant," Ziva said as Tony kissed her head lightly. She felt his body tense and then he pulled away.

"I thought you were on the… I mean we…" he wasn't sure what to say. "Are you sure it's mine?" Well that wasn't the right thing obviously you dumbass. He mentally kicked himself as he saw the look of hatred fill Ziva's eyes.

She pulled away and went to pull on her clothes, Tony grabbed her wrist. "That wasn't what I-" he tried.

"No? What did you mean then? You accused me of sleeping with someone else, Tony! You know what, I do not even know if I'm pregnant and who said I had to keep it!" she spat and Tony's blood ran cold at what her words meant.

"No, you are not going to do that. That's not you!"

She looked at him and shook her head. "I will do what I want," she spat before turning and walking out the door.

That night, Tony left his apartment, his fight with Ziva caused him to lose sleep. So he figured the only way to get sleep was to have Ziva in his arms, and the only way to do that was to figure out this whole pregnancy thing. Honestly, it scared him, but he knew Ziva was scared and worst of all, she was alone. Or so she thought.

He loved her, well, that was what he came up with on his walk. He didn't even notice when he arrived at the front door of her apartment, but when his knock went unanswered and the neighbors asked him to leave, he gave up. If he only knew he was walking away from the only women who ever truly captured his heart.

End

Tony pulled the little boy closer to him, he would know if in fact the little boy was his soon. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, he knew. Nathan looked so much like him and Ziva that a blind person would be able to tell that Nathan was their son.

"Chewrentchels Ton-ee!" he yelped and Tony couldn't help but smile as the use of his name. He heard Ziva clear her throat as she made her way over to where Tony and Nathan stood. "Tell mommy what you want," Tony handed the kid off to Ziva.

"I want chewrentchels," he nodded vigorously.

"Nathaniel, you know you cannot mix up your words, it is either pretzels or cheese puffs, not both," she said sternly, but the look in her eyes told Tony that Ziva was trying not to laugh. She kissed the boy's forehead as he pouted and gave Tony her money and mouthed what to get. She walked over and sat Nathan in a chair before sitting down herself.

"Cheese puffs for the man, and pretzels for Zee-vah," Tony said smirking.

Nathan shook his head and looked at Tony shaking his finger. "It's nowt Zew-va, it mommy!" he argued and Tony could help but laugh.

"Well, Ziva, it looks like you have a handful," Tony motioned towards Nathan who was snacking on his cheese puffs with a content smile.

She nodded and smiled. "Yes, there is never a dull moment when Nathan is awake. Or when he is asleep. He kicks hard, and plus, at only two and a half, he comes up with the cleverest things." Ziva smiled and Tony couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, he wanted to be a part his son's life. He thought she said something like, "That, he gets from you." But he wasn't sure.

He looked at her and she could tell what he was thinking. "Not here, and not in front of Nathan." Tony nodded. "Tonight," she touched his hand lightly before she stood up and took care of their trash. She gave him a smile. "Oh, Nathan, I am going to leave you," she joked and Tony couldn't help but laugh as the little boy yelled and jumped from the seat tackling Ziva's legs. He smiled, wishing that picture could stay in his mind forever.

~~NCIS~~

It was getting close to 22:00 when Gibbs called it a night he nodded at the team in dismissal before he looked at Tony. Tony looked at the boss and then at the elevator before he threw down his bag, "What?"

He got a head slap and groaned. "Do you know who the father is?" Gibbs questioned, but Tony knew he already had the answer.

"Boss…" he tried but got another head slap.

"I don't want to hear excuses, I want to know why when I asked about the father, that Ziva told me he was dead to her. What did you do?" Tony's stomach dropped to the floor when he heard those words.

"I screwed up, but I don't need to explain myself to you. She told me she might be pregnant and I bailed, or more like said some things that caused her to run. But, Gibbs, I need to fix this," Tony pleaded and Gibbs gave him a nod before another head slap.

"Well, here's your chance." Gibbs pointed to Ziva who was carrying Nathan and all of her things. Tony nodded before jogging to catch up with her.

"Here, Ziva, let me take him," Tony said and, before Ziva could protest, he pulled the little boy out of her grip and held onto him securely. Nathan lifted his head groggily before resting it on Tony's shoulder and burrowing his head in the crook of Tony's neck.

The two didn't speak as they made their way to the car without a word.

"Thank you Tony, but maybe tonight-" Ziva said, trying to cancel their plans.

"No, no. Ziva David, we need to talk," Tony said, giving her a stern look as he placed the little boy in the car seat. He stood back a moment to admire the peaceful look Nathan had before he shut the door quietly. "Zi, we have things we need to discuss. So, please, don't run from this."

Ziva gave him a tight smile. "Did you ever think that maybe I am not running?"

"Well then what are you doing?" Tony questioned, running a hand through his hair.

Ziva shook her head and looked into Tony's eyes. "I am doing what any mother would do. I am protecting my son."

~~NCIS~~

AN- Thats it! I hope you enjoyed it. Now push the button and review pretty pleaseeeeee and tell me your favorite part, what surprised you, or anything you want to stay. The main story line will take place withing the next three or four chapters. So I will try and update soon. be on the look out. Chow for now!