Disclaimer: I do not own the amazing TV show that is NCIS! I only own Becca DiNozzo (:
I am so glad so many of you actually liked my fic, I admit I was nervous at first but, 17 reviews has definitely got me calmed down haha! Some of you mentioned that you never saw a fic where a child was so protected from their work at NCIS, but it was mostly Tony and Ziva trying to protect their daughter's innocence as best they could; but they will explain it more in detail later…
Yet again pretty long because I added a cute little flashback in that I could not resist adding. Also, they had a lot to deal with… obviously. This chapter picks right up from how the last chapter ended so… ENJOY!
Tony left the interview room in a huff. That man was an arrogant son of a bitch. He was willing to take all of the blame for the murder when it was clear that it was not only him who was involved. That way, the rest of his gang buddies would be able to continue harassing the poor people who had the misfortune to know them.
"You did all you could DiNozzo," Gibbs said.
"It sucks, we can't bring all her killers to justice," Tony muttered.
"The gang is not going to stop any time soon, we will get them eventually," Gibbs shrugged.
"And how many more women must die," Tony hissed. He felt a stinging on the back of his head.
"You were not just implying that I will let this man go with getting at least one more name, were you DiNozzo?" Gibbs looked at him.
"No, of course not Boss," Tony shook his head. Gibbs chuckled.
"Go wait for your wife and daughter to get back DiNozzo," Gibbs said. "Being with Becks always clears your head."
"Only because she keeps me on my toes, or all of ours for that matter," Tony laughed.
"She's a DiNozzo alright," Gibbs said, picking up his pace to move to his desk where there was a coffee waiting for him. He took a sip.
"Where did they go?" Tony asked.
"Ziva took Becks out for lunch, the case was getting to her too," he told him.
"I-" Tony began but broke off as he heard a series of gun shots pierce the work place. They were coming from outside. He watched as Gibbs dropped his coffee on the ground and sprinted towards the stairs, Tony was right behind him, McGee right behind Tony.
Weapons drawn, none of them were expecting the sight they saw once outside.
"Then you deserve this," the man growled as he raised his hand to point a gun at Ziva.
"You are a part of his gang, aren't you… Mr.-" Ziva said calmly, noting her daughter's gasp and harsh breathing.
"You don't need to know my name," he hissed. "You just need to learn that no one messes with the Guerrero's." Everything moved in slow motion as he cocked his gun, but in an instant Ziva's arm shot out, knocking the gun from his grasp.
"BECCA GET DOWN!" Ziva screamed as she grabbed her daughter's arm and threw her to the ground. Becca's head plummeted towards the concrete, letting out a grunt as it came in contact with the hard ground.
"MOM!" she screamed as she heard more gun shots fired. Her head hurt like crazy, but she was too scared to worry about it. All she could to was pull her arms over her head, shielding her head from the chaos that was surrounding her. "MOMMY!"
The grunting and struggling she heard had come from Ziva. She was clearly fighting with someone. There were more and more gunshots coming into the equation from all sides of the Navy Yard. At one moment Becca poked her head out from under her arms only to catch a glimpse of Ziva fighting with a man.
Everything around her was moving in slow motion, but so fast at the same time. Rebecca's head spun in confusion.
That's when she spotted the rock a few feet away from her. As quickly as she could, more gun fire heard, Becca crawled towards it, all the while hearing bullets fly overhead. Once she reached it, she huddled behind it like a little girl. For the first time in the past couple of seconds she realized that the uncontrollable hysterics she heard were coming from her own body. That the tears streamed down her face and mixed with the hot sticky liquid that oozed from her head.
With curiosity, Becca peeked her head out from behind the rock; only to regret it a second later. What she saw was her mother getting up from the ground only to meet a man aiming another gun at her.
When the gun shot went off her eyes snapped open, she gasped, her mother was on the ground.
"Mom," she whispered. She jumped when she heard more gun shots, burying her head in her knees. She was shaking. When Becca looked up again, her mother was gone from the spot she was a second ago, and with that, she gave up.
Letting everything go, out of fear, Becca allowed her head to drop back down to her knees. The more gun shots she heard, the louder her sobs escalated. Her whole body shook with the action, grabbing her knees she pulled them as close to her chest as she could.
What was happening? Was her mom okay? Why were these men doing this?
That was all she could think of.
As quickly as the fight began, it was over.
"Becca… BECCA!" Becca heard Ziva cry out. "REBECCA!"
"Mommy!" Becca sobbed, looking up from her knees. The spot where her head had rested was now covered in her blood. Ziva was running towards her. Gently she knelt down beside her.
"Oh Becca," she sighed. "Are you alright honey?" She reached to touch her head gently. Becca flinched.
"Mom," she gasped, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck, not noticing Ziva wince. "Mommy is it over?"
"It is over now Tateleh," Ziva whispered. "You are safe now."
"Who… what…" Becca stuttered, breaking off as she sobbed into her mother's neck. But looking down, Becca noticed something she didn't see before.
"Mom… your shoulder," she sniffed. Her mother's shoulder, the clothes ripped slightly, was bleeding almost profusely. The sticky liquid leaking on the ground.
"I am fine honey," Ziva reassured halfheartedly.
"You were shot!" Rebecca cried.
"ZIVA! BECCA!" they heard the voice of Tony. The mother and daughter looked up to see the rest of the team, guns drawn, surveying the scene.
"DADDY!" Becca sobbed, and immediately he knew something was terribly wrong. His daughter did not cry. Tony was by their side in a second.
"What happened?" he demanded.
"The gang-" Ziva began but Becca interrupted her.
"Mommy got shot!" she cried as Gibbs had made his way towards him.
"Zi," Tony whispered looking over at the shoulder she had not made any effort to move.
"Tony I am fine," Ziva said, trying to stand up. She not only winced and fell backwards, but she felt the firm hand of her boss now on her good shoulder, holding her down.
"No you are not Ziver," Gibbs said, kneeling down beside her. Tony took his jacket off and placed it on her wound. She bit her lip, not allowing herself to be in pain.
"I called for an ambulance," McGee informed them.
"I do not need to go to the hospital," Ziva argued, trying to fight against Tony's strong arm that held his jacket to her wound.
"Yes you do," Tony argued. That was when Gibbs realized that Becca was still huddled next to Ziva. He looked over at her and saw that her wound was still spewing out a crimson red. It had now run down more than half her face. But it was the uncontrollable tears that fell down her face that worried him the most.
"The ambulance is here, bring Ziva over DiNozzo," Gibbs said.
"But Becca," Tony began.
"Stay with her Tony, I am fine," Ziva said, again trying to get up. This time, she cried out in pain. Becca flinched and let out a whimper.
"I'll take care of her," Gibbs reassured them, moving towards the young girl. "Go." Becca did not even try to argue as her parents walked away, met by a frantic EMT. She was just too tired to.
"McGee," Gibbs said, reaching his hands up to examine Becca wound. She jerked away. "Get Ducky."
"I am here Jethro," Ducky told him. "I heard the shots all the way down in autopsy. Where is Ziva? She was with Rebecca was she not?"
"She's being taken to the hospital Duck," Gibbs explained, Becca whimpered again.
"It's all right my dear girl," Ducky said to her. "Your mother is strong, whatever happened she will overcome it. Now let me see your head." Becca nodded as he pulled out his medical bag. In the mean time, Gibbs took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped away as many of her tears as possible as well as some of the blood that made its way to her cheek.
Gloves in hand, Ducky gently touched Becca's face, making her flinch. "I'm sorry," he sighed, acting gentler as he took in the sight of the wound.
"It's a deep cut," he concluded and he grabbed some gauze and put it gently on top of it. Again Becca winced. "She will need stitches. And she has a slight concussion which leads me to suggest you take her to the hospital for some x-rays." Gibbs was very surprised a similar retort that Ziva had about going to the hospital did not come from Becca's mouth.
"Come on Becks," he said, taking her arm gently and helping her up. Gently he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, leading her to his car.
Gibbs sighed as he sat next to Rebecca in the exam room of the hospital. She was sitting up on the bed, her eyes darting around the room. He never saw her like this. No one did. She was so much like Ziva; never ever letting her guard down. It was much different now. As the doctor opened the door to the room, she jumped.
"Sorry," she apologized. "I'm Dr. Greene." She turned to Gibbs. "Are you her father?"
"No," he shook his head. "I'm her grandfather." He stood up to shake the doctor's hand. "Special Agent Jethro Gibbs."
"Where are her parents?" the doctor asked him, sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed.
"Her mother was brought in earlier, the gunshot victim," Gibbs explained, grabbing Becca's hand and giving it a little squeeze.
"Was um…" she flipped through the chart to find Becca's name. "Rebecca there?"
"She was, that is how she got this," Gibbs said, motioning towards the cut.
"I see…" she nodded. "Her x-rays show that she has a mild concussion, nothing to really worry about. You should use usual precautions, make sure she stays awake for a few more hours, and once she does, wake her up every couple hours throughout the night."
"I'll tell her parents," Gibbs said. "Will she be able to go home?"
"We'd like to monitor her for a little once we stitch up her cut, then yes, she can," Dr. Greene nodded, grabbing a needle. "Now Rebecca, you'll feel a slight pinch but…" Rebecca only nodded, expressionless. Gibbs allowed her to squeeze his hand tightly, knowing needles was one of the many things Becca did not like. Once it was over, Becca turned towards Gibbs, his blue eyes meeting her dark brown ones.
Like Ziva, her eyes were the one thing that showed almost of her emotions at once. They were still glittering with tears, still almost clouded with fear. It broke his heart. Everything Ziva and Tony had been trying to protect her from for years was gone in an instant. All of the white lies, the distractions would no longer work.
Gibbs shook his head and chuckled as he watched the young girl marvel as the wooden frame of a boat that sat in his basement. Tony and Ziva were out of town, as they told her. Really they were on an undercover mission, one only they could pull off. They brought in someone else to head up the investigation of the people Tony and Ziva were trying to infiltrate while they put three year old Rebecca DiNozzo in Gibbs' custody; the only one Tony and Ziva really trusted to watch their daughter for however long they'd be gone.
"What this Gampa?" Becca questioned, tilting her head at her grandfather, her brown eyes wide.
"It's a boat Becks," he said, lifting her onto his knee.
"No boat," she shook her head. "Boats on water, not in house."
"You need to build a boat first before the boat goes on the water," he chuckled.
"You build boat?" she asked. Gibbs nodded and the little girl giggled.
"Do you want to build a boat Becks?" he questioned.
"Boat!" she clapped. Gibbs set her on the ground and grabbed his sander. First he brought over a chair, then picked Becca up and placed her on it.
"Hold this Becks," he said, placing the sander in her hand. Becca looked at it inquisitively. Gibbs placed his hand over hers and brought it towards one of the wooden planks. "Now move your hand up and down." Becca did as he told her. "Now you are helping me build the boat."
"Fun," she giggled. Gibbs pressed a kiss gently to her head.
"Yes it is," he smiled, remembering doing this very thing with his own daughter. When Kelly and Shannon died, he never thought that he would have a granddaughter; that was until he met Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David. The two star crossed lovers who brought one of the cutest little girls into the world. The little girl who he could call his granddaughter.
"I tell Mommy and Daddy," she asked.
"When they get back," Gibbs told her. "You want to know the name of the boat?"
"Boat has name?" she questioned.
"It does," he smiled. "Rebecca." Becca's eyebrows furrowed.
"Boat not Becca," she shook her head. "I Becca."
"I know your name is Rebecca Becks, but would you mind if the boat's name is Rebecca as well?" Gibbs asked her.
"Becca," Becca giggled as she continued to sand the boat. At that moment Gibbs began tickling Becca's stomach, sending her into a fit of giggles that continued until Gibbs threw her over his shoulder and brought her into the guest room where she fell asleep.
Gibbs sighed. What happened today ruined all of that carefree energy that was once his granddaughter.
"Rebecca DiNozzo, where is she?" Tony asked one of the nurses in the ER.
"And who are you?" the nurse asked.
"Special Agent Tony DiNozzo," Tony sighed. "Her father."
"And how do you know she is here?" the nurse asked, clearly not caring.
"Because I called my Boss saying that he took her here but he turned off his phone," Tony hissed. "And I would like to see her before my wife gets back down from x-ray."
"Who is your wife?" the nurse asked. Tony huffed, this was impossible.
"The woman who has a bullet hole in her shoulder," Tony growled. "Special Agent Ziva DiNozzo."
"And how do I know you are who you say you are?" the nurse asked.
"Here is my badge," Tony grabbed it from his waist and shoved it in her face. "And my driver's license." The nurse looked at it closely.
"And you said you were her father," the nurse nodded.
"FOR GOD SAKES SHOW ME WHERE MY DAUGHTER IS!" Tony screamed, slamming his fist on the counter.
"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" a doctor said coming up to the two.
"Yes," Tony huffed. "No one around here seems to want to tell me where my daughter is!"
"And you are," the doctor said.
"Special Agent Tony DiNozzo," Tony glared at the woman. "My wife Ziva DiNozzo is up in x-ray after getting shot in the shoulder. My daughter Rebecca DiNozzo is somewhere in the godforsaken hospital with a concussion… can you PLEASE tell me where she is."
"Oh… Rebecca DiNozzo, I am Dr. Greene," the doctor said. "I treated her. She is in that room right over there."
"Thank you," Tony nodded curtly and stomped over to the room. He sighed when he peeked in the window. His daughter was sitting stoic in the bed, her eyes glued forward as his boss whispered unheard words in her ear. Tony burst through the door.
"DADDY!" Becca cried when she saw him. Tony rushed to her side as she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, her face buried in his chest.
"Shh Becca, its okay," Tony whispered, rubbing her back gently.
"I was so scared Daddy," Becca sobbed. "I was… so… scared." She broke off and continued sobbing into his shirt. He felt it become increasingly wet from her tears, the only thing coming from her was muffled sobs. Tony looked up from his daughter's sobbing form and met the eyes of his boss. Even Gibbs looked a little shaken as he looked at Tony sympathetically.
He was no longer worried about Ziva. They said from the initial exam and the fact that she had almost all of her function in her arm that the bullet did not graze anything vital. It was through and through, and once she got back down from x-ray and they cleaned the wound; she could most likely go home. He was not even worried about Becca's injuries; he knew how to handle a concussion and he knew that Becca was strong and a fighter; but he was more worried about the emotional impact what happened today would be.
Tony could already tell she had seen too much and was really shaken up. His Rebecca did not cry. The last time Becca cried like this was the last time she was in the hospital, of the two times she was ever there. The first was obvious when she was born, the second was when she was six and needed her appendix taken out.
She had sobbed in Tony's arms from the minute she woke up with a fever, until the moment Tony had to pry her tiny hands off of his shirt to place her on the gurney. Many times turning into hysterics when needles and doctors were involved.
They had similar feeble attempts to calm her down. "It's like taking a big nap Tateleh," Ziva had said. "We'll be here when you wake up." Becca had shook her head, not wanting to leave them. "The pain will go away soon, I promise," Tony had whispered into her ear. Abby joined in saying, "When I was a kid I got my appendix taken out. It was awesome because my Mom and Dad spoiled me to death when I got home." Even Gibbs had told her, "Nothing will happen, if anything does, they have your Grandpa to go through. Imagine how scary that will be."
Today was a lot like then; except Tony would much rather prefer that day then what he had in front of him now. Back then he had a six year old afraid of surgery. Now, Tony was clutching a twelve year old girl who just witnessed her mother get shot. Nothing could really be said to calm her, she was older, wiser. All of the secrets they once had were brought out in the open.
It took about ten minutes for Becca's sobs to fizzle out into sniffles which was when Tony released her gently and looked into her dark brown eyes.
"Becca, honey," he said. "Do you think you could tell us what happened?" Becca looked unsure, but eventually nodded.
"We were getting lunch," Becca whispered. "And we were just wondering where we should go when a group of men came towards us."
"Did you recognize them?" Gibbs asked.
"No," she shook her head. "But Mom looked like she did. They started talking… and then arguing, and then the next thing I know…"
"What baby?" Tony murmured.
"The man had a gun pointed at us," Becca cried, slowly beginning to hyperventilate.
"Becca, calm down, just continue slowly," Tony said calmly. "Okay." Rebecca took a deep breath and continued.
"Mommy hit the gun out of his hand," Becca said quietly. "And then threw me out of the way. I was so scared I just covered my head but… there was a lot of fighting. And more gun shots. The other men with him joined in, but so did a bunch of people around us."
"What next?" Gibbs questioned.
"I hid behind the rock, and then… I looked and Mommy was on the ground but she got up," Becca whimpered. "And… and then it was over. Just like that…" Becca shuddered and huddled against Tony.
"It's alright honey," Tony sighed. "It's over now."
"Are they all… dead," Becca asked quietly.
"Yes," Gibbs nodded.
"Is Mommy okay?" Becca asked Tony.
"She's fine Becca," he reassured, but in her eyes Tony could see she needed more than that. Walking outside he asked if it was alright for her to visit his wife. Dr. Greene said it was fine, but he had to discharge her first. Once all of the paperwork was over, Tony led Becca to Ziva's room.
The minute Becca saw Ziva, she launched herself towards her.
"Mommy!" she cried.
"Tateleh," Ziva sighed as Becca wrapped her arms tightly around her neck again. With her good arm she rubbed small circles on her back as her daughter cried. "Shh, it's okay. I'm okay honey." Becca looked up at her. "See." Ziva showed Rebecca her arm that was bandaged up and in a sling. "A few days and I will be as good as new."
"I was so scared," Becca whispered.
"I know Becca," Ziva murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I was too." Not really of the men. But of the men injuring her daughter. And with that she broke down again, her face buried in Ziva's good shoulder. Between the fact that Becca's face was pressed against Ziva and that she was crying so heavily, it made what Becca said next almost impossible to understand.
"Thought… gun… you… NCIS… work…" Becca gasped. Ziva, somehow understood where she was going with her cries of anguish. Looking up towards the doorway, she met the green eyes of her husband who was leaning on the door frame, her arms folded in front of his chest. The minute they locked eyes they immediately knew.
They had to tell her.
Sorry that this chapter was so long, there was a lot of things I wanted to happen, like the Gibbs POV of the situation, etc. At least this time there was no cliffhanger (; Next chapter is the last chapter and then no more NCIS fics for me till I finish at least two of my Grey's fics…
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