A/N: Okay, so what did you think of chapter one? Worth anything? I hope so! Well, I decided to put chapter two up with chapter one, just because I had the time to type it today. I'm really starting to get into this fic! It keeps me very occupied during Spanish 5th period and then Math 6th period (in case you haven't noticed yet, I have a really bad work ethic which is even worse when I'm actually in school. I can't pay attention cause it gets so boring!). So this just shows what I do like all afternoon. I'd write in Biology too, but I think my teacher would kill me.

So here's chapter 2, I really hope you guys like it and please review! Even if it's just a few words, it really makes me happy to open my email and see all of the new reviews and story alerts and author alerts. But reviews make my day! And I'm open to anonymous reviews too, so anyone can submit them! Thanks guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything affiliated with it or anything recognizable in this fic. I do, however, own Alessandra Daniela DiNozzo. She's all mine.

"If I have a brother then why haven't I met him? Or heard about him?" I asked. What else had he lied to me about? How could I have a brother and not know about him?

"He and I… we're not very close. He lives in Washington DC. He works for the government," dad told me.

"Why haven't I heard about him before today? He's your son. My brother," I said.

"Look, it's a delicate situation, Alyx," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

But I knew the truth, he couldn't wait to get rid of me. He didn't really care that he had a daughter. And I knew he'd canceled plans these past few weeks because I was here and couldn't stay home alone, legally anyway. Since this was all probationary, he'd probably jumped at the chance to get rid of me and to go on with his life as if I was just a memory.

"So, what's going to happen?" I asked.

"I'm going to call Junior soon. Hopefully he'll be able to come pick you up," he said.

I just shook my head. "You can't wait to get rid of me, can you?" I asked, all the sympathy I had for him vanished and was replaced by anger. "Just can't wait to travel again, huh?"

"Ah, Alyx, of course I wish you could stay, but circumstances change, and now that they have, I have some things I've been putting off that need to be dealt with. I'm going to go call Junior. Why don't you go get your stuff together?" he said, dismissing me as kindly as he could possibly bear.

I just stormed upstairs. In the past few weeks, my father and I had not gotten very close, but I couldn't believe he was acting this way. I really missed my mom and grandma.

Two hundred and thirty three miles away, Tony DiNozzo's desk phone started to ring. It had been a relatively slow day in DC, so Tony grabbed it on the second ring.

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo," Tony answered while simultaneously throwing yet another crumpled up piece of paper at his co-worker, Tim McGee. Tim just shook hs head and threw the paper in the trash barrel beside his desk.

"Junior, it's me," came a too-familiar voice from his past.

"Dad, I'm at work. What do you want now?" Tony asked, dropping the emotion from his voice. He noticed that Ziva was watching him from her desk as he talked.

"Look, I just need you to come to New York, okay? I'll explain everything when you get here," Tony Senior said.

"Dad, I can't just drop everything and leave work and drive to New York 'cause you wanna talk to me for the first time in months. Just tell me what you need. Money?" Tony asked, really hoping his father didn't need money.

"I have a girl here. She's fifteen. My daughter, your half sister. She can't stay with me anymore. It's either you or foster care for her now. Which are you gonna pick, Junior?"

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly. He opened his eyes to see Ziva still looking intently at him, Gibbs and McGee mysteriously gone from the Bull Pen at the moment. "I'll be there later tonight, I want a better explanation then," Tony said and hung up before his father could say another word.

Ziva saw how distressed the conversation made Tony and got up from her desk to go talk to him. "Tony? Are you alright?" she asked him, walking around to his side of the desk and sitting on it so they were only inches away from each other. "What did your father want this time?"

He leaned back in the chair, his face unreadable. "Apparently I have a half sister," he told her.

"Oh my God," Ziva said, at a loss for all other words. "And she is with your father?"

"Yeah," Tony said. "He wants me to go to New York and pick her up. He said it's either that or she'll go into foster care. He was never good with kids, I'm proof of that. And now he's screwing with someone else's life!" he said angrily.

"What's her name? How old is she?" Ziva asked him.

"I don't know her name, but she's fifteen. He's messing with the life of a fifteen year old. But I have to go to New York and get her. My father wouldn't be able to take care of her anyway. I think foster care would be better than him. But she's my sister, I have to help," he said, raw emotion showing in his face.

"Well, at least it is Friday and we have the weekend off," Ziva said, not knowing what to say that would make him feel better. She knew how he felt, what his childhood had been like, but there were no words to express that.

"Ziva, what the hell am I supposed to do with a fifteen year old kid? I don't know anything about her, yet she's half of my own flesh and blood. In case you didn't know this about me already, I'm not good with kids!" Tony exploded. Then he backed up, realizing what happened. "I'm sorry, Ziva. This is what my father does to me! The man makes me crazy!"

"Do not apologize. It's fine. If you want to leave now, I will cover for you," Ziva offered.

"Zee, can I ask you a favor?" Tony asked her, leaning forward slightly in his chair.

"Sure, Tony," Ziva said.

"Do you think you could come with me? I dint know if I can face my father alone. He just pisses me off so much and…" Tony trailed off as Ziva interrupted him.

"Of course I will, Tony. What are partners for?" she said and checked the time. "It's almost six thirty now. If we leave now, we could be there by ten thirty."

Tony smiled at her, happy that she was going to go with him and that they could spend some time alone.

He didn't know it, but she was thinking the same thing.

A/N: And here ends chapter two. So, what did you think? I think we all notice the slight Tiva-ness going on here.

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