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Ziva rolled her eyes as she heard a knock on her bedroom door for what had to be the fifth time in two hours. She felt like a teenager again, sitting in her childhood bedroom curled in the closet with her knees pulled to her chest. But she wasn't a child, so why did her father insist on treating her like one?

"Ziva! We have matters to discuss. You need to be down for dinner in ten minutes." She heard a faint voice from the other side of her door that sounded like her fathers. She looked out the window and brought her hand up to her necklace, reminiscing the time she got it.

August 3, 2011

Ziva held her daughter as her screams seemed to subside. After fifteen hours of labor, she was worn out, but refused to close her eyes, not wanting to miss a second of her child's life. Tony leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You were amazing." She thought then he was going to say those three words that would have changed everything, but, as always, he missed his timing and instead pulled out a small necklace. "If you don't like it, its fine. I can return it."

Ziva smiled and tears threatened to surface as she examined the Star of David locket. "No, Tony, I love it."

End

She heard footsteps and then another knock and this time she decided to open the door, and the person on the other end was someone she would have never expected to see.

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Tony paid the driver and slowly got out to collect his belongings and his daughter. "What in the hell are you doing here?" He heard the voice of Mike franks and, despite all that had happened, he let out a half-hearted chuckle, which woke Adara and sent her into a crying fit. "You came here because you kidnapped a baby?"

Tony raised his eyebrows at this comment. "No, I came here because my daughter and I need to be somewhere safe while I figure out some things."

"These things are…" Franks let that hang in the air for a moment before moving on to the next question. "Who's the mother?" He examined the baby closer who looked up at him with warm green eyes.

"Ziva."

"Ha!" Mike looked up at Tony to see his serious expression. "I mean, you two make a nice couple, but she always seemed a little…out of your league."

"Well we had a baby, and things kind of got bad from there." Tony clenched his jaw he forgot how mad Mike Franks could make him.

"Well, I got that. I know not to ask questions, but I need one question answered before I decide whether to help you or not," he said seriously.

"Mike, cut the crap. We both knew you were going to help me the second I showed up with Adara." Mike soot another step towards the baby carriage that now rested on the front porch.

"She sure does look a hell of a lot like the two of you," he admitted with a sad smile. "Speaking of her mother, where's Ziva?"

"Well you see that's why I'm here…"

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"Rivka." Ziva couldn't seem to catch her breath when she saw her mother standing at the doorway.

"Really, Ziva, honey, after years of not seeing each other, you still call me by my first name," Rivka said in a voice that made Ziva feel like a child being chastise again.

"With reason, you are, after all, the reason-" Ziva cut herself off, not having the strength to fight with her mother.

"Really, sweetheart, you shouldn't carry so many grudges around." Rivka rolled her eyes and pushed the door all the way open. "So, I heard from your father that I am now a grandmother? Were you planning on telling me?"

Ziva rolled her eyes and bit her lip to keep back her mocking laugh. "She is not your granddaughter. You can call me your daughter and pretend like you didn't leave the second you could, but don't you even think for one minute that my daughter will ever grow up calling you her grandma. You shot that chance to hell the day you dropped me back off at Eli's." She clenched her jaw shut, folded her arms over her chest, and raised her chin.

"You are too much like Eli," Rivka said with a sigh and took a seat at the end of the bed. "I came up here, not to fight with you, but to talk with you. You're a mother now. How does that feel?"

Ziva leaned against the door, not going any closer than she could help. "Seeing as I will never see my daughter again, not so great. But my daughter's father and I decided we would do what's best for her." The room was silent as Ziva recalled the talk Tony and her had.

Flashback

Ziva sat curled up on the couch with her week old daughter in her lap. "If I ever had to make the choice…"

Tony grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You would make the same decision I would make. She is my daughter. You are my partner and I care for both of you, but the thought of losing my daughter… I can't take that."

Ziva smiled as he brought her small hand up to his and kissed it. Even though they weren't dating, they still had these moments. The moments full of tension and unresolved feelings. "I would choose the same. I don't want her growing up without knowing one of her parents."

Tony nodded and leaned down to kiss Adara's forehead and then Ziva's. "But, Sweet Checks, when I said I would do anything to protect you, I meant it. I will fight to keep you here with me."

"I know, my Hairy Butt." She snuggled into his side and allowed herself to sleep.

End

"Well, you see, your father has a deal that might change that, but that is only if you choose to put your stubbornness aside and come down to talk to him." Rivka got up and motioned Ziva to fallow her.

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"So, you decided not to go to Gibbs with this?" Mike stated skeptically as he and Tony sat at the kitchen table with a bottle of beer.

"I trust my gut and I know Gibbs. If he trusts you, then you must have done something in the past. I needed immediate help. I need to protect my daughter and I can't do that without any help."

Mike nodded. "I'll take the couch. There should be some milk in the fridge. Use whatever you need. I'll get some more tomorrow. It's been a while since I had a baby around, so if its formula she drinks, then I'll get someone to get some tomorrow."

Tony nodded and sat there for a moment before turning around to find mikes sitting on the couch. "Thank you. I don't know where I could have gone if you had of said no."

"I haven't decided yet if I am doing it for you or because if Gibbs was to find out I didn't help you, then I would be dead." They both laughed, but Tony turned serious again.

"No, I mean it. Thanks." He nodded and made his way into his room. He checked over the makeshift crib to check his daughter before taking a seat on the bed. He sighed and lay back against the bed, pulling out a small velvet box from his pocket.


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