Chapter 2

He just stared at me, like I was an escaped convict.

'What?'

'I'm your daughter, Mr. DiNozzo.'

'But I-. And y-. WHAT?' he yelled. 'WHAT KIND OF A-'

'Mr. DiNozzo, PLEASE. This is probably just as huge of a shock to you as it is me.'

'I'm finding out I have a DAUGHTER. HOW is thi-'

He saw me tearing up.

'What did you say your name was?'

'Natalia. Natalia Saint.'

I couldn't make out his expression through my tears. I felt a pair of warm hands on my shoulders.

'Natalia, sweet heart. Please don't cry. Can you tell me everything?'

I nodded, and sniffed.

'Would you like to come in?'

Again, I nodded. He held the door open, and ushered me in.

the door closed behind me.

'This way.'

I followed him into his living room. There was a large couch, and a big TV that had a movie frozen on the screen.

'Sit.' he told me.

I sat down awkwardly.

'Now, can you please tell me everything?'

I told him my story.

He listened attentively.

'who is your mom?' he asked.

'Isabella Van Morris'

'But you said your name was-'

'She got married. I use her maiden name.'

'Makes sense. But, I honestly don't remember any Isabella Sai- oh my gosh.'

'what?'

'she used to be a cheerleader at Ohio State, right?'

I nodded

'Oh man...'

'What?'

'she used to stalk me... When I gave.. Uh, a donation... She must have taken advantage of it.'

He looked into my eyes.

'Welcome to the DiNozzo's.'

I thought I heard the faint sound of a door opening.

'What am I gonna do?' I asked him.

'Well, we can set you up in the guest room, and I can take you to my work until we figure out school for you. That sound okay?'

I nodded eagerly.

'Great. I'll call my friend Abby to tell her you'll be coming.'

I felt another pair of eyes boring into the back of my skull. I turned to a beautiful woman, shooting me a look that could raise the dead.

'Tony.' she said. 'Who is she?'

'She's... She's... She's my daughter.'

'Tony. You're not fooling anyone.'

I piped up 'believe him or not, ma'am, but it is the truth.'

She held out a hand. 'Ziva David. And you are-?'

'Natalia Saint.'

'Now, why does that name sound familiar?'

I went about two shades of red. And turned my focus to the hard wood floor.

I shrugged.

'Tony, where will she go to school? Where will she stay?'

'We'll figure out school, and she'll stay in the guest room.'

'Fine.'

She walked into the kitchen and I sighed a little sigh of relief. I'd rather lie for now, than reveal that I was a singer if they didn't already know.

Tony let me watch the movie with them. It was 'Titanic'. I loved it.

After the movie, Ziva got up, and kissed him on the cheek and said good night to both of us.

When she was gone, Tony turned to me.

'C'mon, you must be tired.'

I nodded groggily. Traveling always drains me almost completely of energy. I followed him to a small room with a bed, dresser, night table, a fair sized closet, a plush looking rug and a lamp.

'I know it's not the Ritz, but...'

'It's great' I said with a smile.

'That's good, I'll wake you up at seven? I leave at eight.'

I nodded and yawned.

'Good night, dad.'

'... Good night sweetie.'