Hello people! Thanks so much to all the people who reviewed, I really appreciated it! This chap goes back to the season-sixish seeting (without the whole Ziva angst and Micheal Rivkin....ahhh the season finale was soo goood!!!!!!) This story does progress a bit fast, about twelve or more chapters I think.

So...here we go.

Disclaimer: Do not own NCIS. Aisha and Ada are a figment of my imagination though....

Chapter 1: Those hazel eyes

Ziva sighed as Tony threw another paper-ball at McGee. She tried to concentrate on her paperwork, yet the thump-thump of the paperballs somehow missing the trash bin and landing on McGee's head was distracting.

"Tony!" Both McGee and Ziva shouted together, both annoyed. Tony let one of those wicked grins loose, before throwing another one in McGee's direction. This one happened to bounce off McGee's head into the trash can.

"Score!"

Ziva sighed, exasperated. She had been at NCIS for three years, three whole years. And she was working with Tony. Tony, the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, the one who was Ada's father.

They had gone out for a drink the first night, to sort things out. Tony was still hurt over Ziva's departure, and was hurt even more when he discovered that Ziva had lied to him all that time.

"I don't know who I loved, but she sure doesn't exist now. I don't know you Ziva David, I only know Lucy. I don't have any history with you, nothing at all," And with that, he had stormed out of the bar. Tony was not her lover anymore.

Yet over the three years, they had returned to the 'best-friend' status, but never truly reaching the 'I'm in love with you' status. And that Ziva regretted with all her heart. Yet now, they could not help but flirt sometimes. There was a lot of unresolved, unspeakable tension between the two of them that could not be dissolved so easily.

She had lost everything, Tony and Ada. She had tried to look for Ada, but couldn't find her. Aisha had obviously concealed the child well, thought Ziva, which was good, but bad for her. She couldn't find Ada, and that was the end of that.

Ziva was roused back to the real world, the world where Tony was still throwing paperballs at McGee, and McGee was still getting a headache. She slammed her chair into her desk, and walked over to Tony, who immediately stopped.

"If you keep on doing that, Tony, I will personally castrate you." Tony gulped. Ziva smiled.

And the world went back to normal for a little while, at least. The paperballs stopped, and Ziva managed to finish her paperwork on a petty-officer who had been murdered by his wife. The bullpen was relatively silent, save the clicking of the keyboard.

Gibbs entered at the right time as usual, the word 'Gear up' barely escaped his lips when the whole team geared into action.

The team arrived at the crime scene uneventful, mainly because Ziva had been barred from driving. The crime scene turned out to be a normal urban house, two stories with a nice brick driveway. Ziva liked the simplistic, tidy feel to the house.

Tony, Ziva and McGee trooped up to the house, ready for the onslaught of the body as well as the crying family, etc. They were led inside by Metro PD.

The Lieutenant was an average Joe, dark brown hair, stocky build. He had received only two shots, one lodged into his shoulder, the kill shot lodged into his heart. Each person began the normal drill, bagging and tagging, pictures, etc. Ziva this time had been given the 'nice' task of interviewing the witnesses, family, etc. She went outside once more, to find them, yet she found more than she was looking for.

A tall woman with chestnut brown hair swept into a ponytail stood there, comforting a small child. The child was about five, had the same curly brown hair, which fell down her back. Both were sobbing, the woman rubbing the child's back in vain.

The little girl turned her hazel gaze on her. There was a sudden shock of recognition; the little girl's gaze became confused. The little girl turned back to the tall woman.

Ziva knew these two people. These were the two people she had trying to find for so long. Aisha…..and….and her daughter. Her Ada.

Ziva walked to them briskly. Aisha looked up, her bloodshot eyes startling Ziva. Aisha never cried, no water ever came out of her eyes.

"Aisha," Ziva breathed, her voice trembling.

"Ziva," Aisha hesitated, "Ziva what are you doing here?" Ziva noticed Aisha's grip tighten on Ada. Ada peeked out once at Ziva, then hid back into Aisha's hair. Ziva felt sick. Her own daughter treated her like a stranger….yet that was to be expected, she hadn't seen the little girl in so many years.

"I'm a Mossad liaison for NCIS now," Ziva stated, "We're her to investigate the murder of…."

"My husband," Aisha smiled wryly, "Now, what do you want to know, Officer David? I'm sure you know a lot already." There was a long pause. Ziva did not like Aisha's tone, the one she used when she was annoyed with Ziva like the time Tali had…...

"You know what, Aisha. Why you think he got killed, did you see it happen…"Ziva rattled on. Aisha answered with the same detached tone and Ziva was finished very soon. Ada had stayed relatively quietly through the whole thing.

"Mummy, who is that?" Ada suddenly asked. Ziva felt another pang of jealousy as Aisha answered, "Oh, just a friend of mine, Ada. Her name's Ziva."

"I think I know her, Mummy," Ada shyly stated. Ziva felt hope rise, but she repressed it.

"I'm sure you do, honey," Ada laughed slightly, yet she shot a warning at Ziva through her eyes not to mention who Ziva really was.

Ziva waved, her heart feeling heavy, as she walked away from the two. Her own daughter, she was so close….so close.

"Ziva," Gibbs interrupted her thoughts, "Interviewed the family yet?" Ziva nodded mutely, before walking back to the crime scene. Gibbs' brow creased, and he walked in the direction of the mother and the child.

"Agent Gibbs, ma'am," he introduced himself to the woman.

"Aisha Greene, this is Ada," the woman smiled, yet the smile did not reach her eyes, which were carefully guarded. Gibbs took one look at the girl, and nearly gasped. He swore those eyes belonged to a certain somebody he knew, and the hair and facial features and the eyes….

He rapidly counted. The girl was about five, but David and DiNozzo had only worked for three years together….he guessed that the Lieutenant had brown eyes but he could have sworn….

Aisha noticed the pause and widening of eyes that gave Gibbs away, and frowned slightly.

"Ada doesn't really resemble Cormack or me….that's why she's so special," Aisha covered up.

Gibbs cleared his throat. "Mrs Greene, we suggest that you are and your daughter should be taken into protective custody. Your husband was murdered in you own house…"

"I can take care of myself, Special Agent Gibbs." Gibbs noticed the slight Israeli accent that came into play, and the hard glint in her eye that often was in Ziva's.

"I do not need NCIS' help other than finding the murder of my husband. Thank you very much, but I do not need protective custody." The woman was adamant, and Gibbs nodded.

"My dear man, you needn't have died. You had a whole life in front of you, with that lovely wife and daughter of yours…." Ducky was talking to his patient once again. The Lieutenant was lying flat on the gurney, his body pale and his brown hair matted and damp. Ducky was looking at him morosefully as he began to remove the bullet from his heart.

"Interesting, you…." Ducky began as the autopsy doors swooshed open and Gibbs swooped in.

"Got anything, Duck?"

"Came at the right time, Jethro. The bullet….one was lodged in the shoulder, and the other had split through the inferior vena cava of the heart. Rather like the case that we were doing a year back concerning Jennifer…."

"Duck, TOD?" Gibbs was impatient for details.

"About 0200, that day, I'd say. I'm wondering, this family is quite peculiar. Shouldn't the wife and daughter be home? Also, the daughter does not remotely even resemble the wife or the husband, rather, she seems adopted. The wife seems to be capable of taking care herself…." Ducky mused. He omitted the part that he thought the child rather resembled a certain man named Anthony, for those hazel eyes held his sparkle…

"Thanks Duck," Jethro began to left when Ducky called out.

"Jethro! We are dealing with a trained assassin…murderer here! Those bullets, they could only be aimed with such clarity if the person received years of training, somebody like Ziva!"

The autopsy doors swooshed closed. Ducky sighed. The child named Ada was something he wished to look into.

Next update preview

"Gear up. Aisha Greene's dead…" Ziva's world spun. Aisha, her best friend, her…..but Ada….what happened to Ada?

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