A/N: Hey all! Glad you're liking my story! Just to let you know, this will just be really short chapters, some might get longer, depends on what I think up for Annabelle to ask her parents. Annabelle will probably get older with each chapter, not sure quite yet :) enjoy! and please, if you have time, review or even add to your faves, anything will do cause anything makes me happy!

Chapter Two: Pooper Scooper

"Daddy, I need your help with my homework." A six year old Annabelle said.

"Sure thing pumpkin! What do you need to do?" He responded happily.

"Miss Smith said to find out about our parents jobs, and their first day of work together." She replied, she was almost perfect in pronouncing the words she said, even at the age of six.

"Oh. Umm, well you mommy and I work at a federal agency called NCIS. It's sorta like the Navy version of the FBI."

"What's a FBI?"

"The FBI, and NCIS work for the government, so like the president and we catch the bad guys." Annabelle gasped at this statement. Her daddy worked for the president!

"Aww! That's super cool!" She grinned widely, she sure got Tony's grin.

"It is isn't it! You also wanted to know about our first day on the job, eh? Well, you remember when we told you that your mommy came to the States for a few days because of her brother?" She made several short and big nods at him to show she understood. "Well your mommy asked if she could work with us, her and our old, big boss Jenny were friends and Jenny said that she was allowed to, but neither grandpa Gibbs, Uncle Tim or me knew that she was coming. It was like a surprise! But on our first case together that was when I learnt, never ever to let your mommy drive. She's terrible at driving, breaking all the rules; you know, the first time she drove with Uncle Timmy and I, I puked. I seriously puked!" Annabelle started giggling, her angelic and high pitched laugher filling, until she had to stop because her tummy started to hurt.

"But what was the case about?" She soon asked. Tony suddenly got worried, he wasn't going to tell six year old daughter about a murder.

"Well, lets just say, we caught the bad guy, he did something very, very bad, but that case brought back lots of unwanted memories for me, because it was connected with someone from the civil war..."He trailed on, but could see his daughter was getting quite confused, so he decided to conclude his speech. "Anyways, I don't like the civil war, 'cause when I used to reenact it with my father, I was the boy who picked up all the poo." And she started laughing madly again. Her father, was a pooper scooper! Tony didn't realize Ziva was listening in on the latter parts of the conversation, and started laughing with her daughter at her husband's misfortune as a child. Oh, she never got tired of hearing his childhood memories...