Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS :( wish I did though! :D

As Ziva went for her morning run her thoughts were entirely taken up with the mystery of Anthony DiNozzo. Ever since Jenny and Jethro's strange reactions last night her mind had been in overdrive trying to work out his secrets.

As she ran towards the corner of the road she found herself subconsciously slowing to a walk, it wasn't until she was completely stationary that she looked up and realised that she was standing at the end of the DiNozzo drive; she stared up at the beautiful, brick building trying to suppress the feelings of jealousy washing over her. Tony certainly had a lucky life!

Dreaming of what it must be like to have that much money Ziva picked up her feet and continued to run.

She quickly found herself in the park, running along the lush green grass beside the shallow river. The park was Ziva's favourite place to be, her favourite spot was a bench overlooking the river under the trees. If Ziva arrived early enough she watched the sunrise over the river, the golden beams dancing peacefully on the lazy ripples of the river. The sunrise was something that reminded her of Israel, of home. Ziva missed home more than she cared to admit, she missed the heat and the almond trees and the language, most of all though she missed her family, the one thing she could never recreate.

As she sat on the bench musing the changes that had occurred in her life she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

Reacting on instinct alone, in the only way she knew, Ziva quickly spun around, throwing her hand into the assailant's stomach and assuming a defensive stance.

Turning to face the person she quickly realised her mistake; she recognised the face of the boy doubled over in pain: Tony.

"What are you? A ninja?" Tony asked between pants, starting to chuckle as he regained his breath.

"Tony I'm so sorry!" Ziva gushed, gripping Tony's hands and pulling him up. "Are you okay" she said embarrassedly.

"I'm fine" Tony said with a cheesy grin, "those were some serious ninja skills" he finished with an impressed tone.

"Thanks" Ziva said embarrassedly, blushing a shade of pink. "Are you out running?" Ziva asked interestedly, wondering if she might have found herself a running partner, and a chance to find out more about Tony.

"Yeah, I need to stay fit for football" Tony said, trying his best to read Ziva's expression.

"Why have I not seen you before" Ziva asked, millions of questions on her mind.

"I spent the summer at my uncle's in England" Tony said, smiling to himself at the happy memories of his summer vacation.

"With your family?" Ziva asked in the hope of finding out more about Tony's home life.

"Nah" said Tony with a sad smile, "my dad couldn't be bothered to come, he had work." Tony finished in a slightly bitter tone, a voice that Ziva had never heard Tony use before.

"What about your mum?" Ziva asked curiously, surprised that his parents had sent him off to a foreign country alone for almost three months. Sure, it was similar to what her father had done, but in Ziva's mind the circumstances were totally different.

"She died" Tony said quietly, with no hint of his almost usual, omnipresent smile.

"Oh, Tony I'm sorry" Ziva said quietly, sensing the need to move on to a new subject. "Shall we run?" Ziva asked nervously, watching as Tony managed a tentative grin.

"Race you to my house" Tony said loudly, his boyish grin fully back in place as he took off through the grass at an impressive speed. Ziva barely had time to think before taking off after him.

Ziva came to the green hedges a few seconds after Tony who was casually leaning against a lamppost his cheeks pink from the exercise.

"You're pretty quick for a girl" Tony said with an impressed tone.

"Thanks," Ziva said between pants. " I have a sew though, now" she said breathlessly, taking in Tony's confused expression. "You know, a sew" Ziva said emphatically, "in my side." she finished pointing to the side of her ribcage.

"Ohhh" said Tony, a huge smile breaking onto his face, "you mean a stitch!" he said, trying to contain his laughter.

"That is the one!" Ziva said sheepishly, throwing her hand up into the air and smiling at Tony's laughter. "Anyway, I will see you at school Tony" Ziva said as she waved goodbye and watched Tony jog back down his drive.

Ziva felt elated as she walked back to her house, she had had a fantastic run and found out more about Tony. She let herself in noticing that despite the early hour, both Jenny and Jethro had already left for work so she had the house to herself.

After a quick shower, and getting dressed Ziva walked down to the kitchen to get breakfast. On her way she looked in the mirror to check her outfit; black cami and khaki cargo pants. Although it may not have been the most fashionable outfit, it was comfortable and most definitely Ziva. Ziva poured herself some Frosties and was happily reading the newspaper when she heard a beeping coming from the other room.

Straight away she headed into the sitting room (the source of the noise) silently listening for another beep so she could narrow down the site of the beeping. Her silence was rewarded with another beep; this time Ziva identified the object as a phone and after a short amount of time she saw it flashing on the window ledge.

Looking at the phone Ziva realised that Jethro's phone had received a message, as she looked at the phone her expression morphed from one of elation at finding the phone to an expression of shock. The fact Jethro had left his phone at home did not surprise Ziva as in only 2 months she had realised that technology was not Jethro's best friend. What shocked her though was the message flashing on the screen:

"Gibbs, got your message. Same time, same place. Tony".

As soon as Ziva read the name thousands of questions shot through her brain. Although it could be any Tony, someone from work or a friend or family, Ziva was instantly sure it was her Tony.

More than anything else at that moment Ziva wanted to go and watch the meeting, however the text message was too vague to act upon. Ziva was going to have to find a way to get the information out of Tony on her own.

As Ziva walked into home room she walked straight over to the front desk and sat down next to Abby. Abby instantly began chatting to Ziva about some new music she was listening to (Vampire Jam) and a new dog collar she had ordered. Ziva wasn't really listening though, she kept glancing to Tony's corner scouring the group for his face.

"He's not there you know" said McGee quietly, reading Ziva's movements. Ziva looked at McGee interestedly, she had thought she was being pretty subtle. Apparently not. She must have lost her Mossad touch!

Ziva kept expecting Tony to walk in at any minute, but she was disappointed and left for Spanish wondering if the meeting had just happened. Her and Abby walked to Spanish quickly, Abby talking ten to the dozen about her band while Ziva listened in silence.

However when she reached Spanish, a surprise awaited her. Tony was already there. As she slipped into the seat beside him she asked him where he was in home room.

"I lost track of time!" he said with a sheepish grin at Ziva, whilst pulling his Spanish books out of his bag.

Ziva had to admit, if he wasn't telling the truth, he was a very good liar. She couldn't help thinking he would be a very good undercover agent! Despite all if this Ziva was still convinced there was something going on, Ziva needed to find out more about Tony DiNozzo. There was now too many "coincidences" and since moving in with Jenny and Jethro, Ziva had learnt Jethro's rule #39: there's no such thing as coincidences.