"Tony, I have a daughter."
Tony looked at her and thought, then it came to him, Ishar David had said he had three daughters but he had named fout, Hannah was not Ziva's sister, she was her daughter.
"Hannah?" Tony said gently.
Ziva looked up at him, "He told you?" she said almost angrily.
"No, not directly, he just said that she was two and coming to live here, he made it sound as though she was your sister."
"Yes, well he's an idiot. But no, Hannah, Hannah is my daughter." There was a silence, but it wasn't awkward. "That's why I need to go shopping, she arrives Monday and I have nothing for a child here." She paused again. "Tony, you can leave if you want, I don't expect you to stay but…"
"Ziva," Tony got up and went to sit next to her, he put his hand on her knee and tilted her chin to face him, "I'm not going anywhere. You owe me a shopping trip and dinner." Ziva laughed and relaxed.
"But I know nothing about parenting, I don't know what she eats, whether she speaks Hebrew or Arabic or English or French or Spanish, or or if she's allergic to anything or if she likes pink or even how big she is or how long her hair is, nothing, I don't even know if there are any daycares around here or anything."
"ZIVA! Relax. I know," he breathed out "I know you'll be a great Mom and I'll be here to help, if you want." He smiled reassuringly, she nodded
"I don't suppose you'd know where I'd find children's things?" she said sarcastically He looked at her knowingly. "Seriously?"
"Yep, but first we have things to do right here."
"What?"
"Well, firstly, your spare room, has a new title, 'Hannah's Room.'" He stood and spoke, highly animated, "And we need to repaint it too, unless you want her in a ugly colored room." Ziva laughed, he was taking this so well, he was excited.
"Tony, Tony, TONY!!" Tony stopped halfway through his next sentence. "Ok, now, first let's clear out the room." She smiled grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the former 'spare room' she was confident that with Tony she would be a great parent.
Three hours and a trip to a second hand store and the tip later, Tony and Ziva lay flat on their backs in an empty room. "Ok, colors." Cried Tony. "I say purple, all girls like purple. Not pink though, no child of your's would like pink."
"Yeah I never liked it but Naomi does so maybe she already has a pink room?"
"So we'll give her a purple one here. Good all settled then, now, let's go get us some paint!" he jumped up and ran out of the room.
"Tony!" he stuck his head back through the door, Ziva walked towards him "You don't have to do all this."
"I want to."
"Oh really, anything else you want to do?" She said suggestively pushing herself within inches of him. "Yes, there is…" he replied squinting his eyes, she held his gaze for a moment the gave him a quick peck on the mouth. "Is that it?" she asked.
"Kiss, yes, but no." suddenly he kissed her passionately and backed her into the wall, after a few seconds he pulled away and looked in her eyes and smiled "Paint!" he sang then ran away, Ziva chased him to the door.
They returned with a purple paint and all the necessary equipment and set to work, occasionally leaving to get coffee or a bit to eat. They left the kick boards wooden and the things at the top of the walls white and painted the ceiling a lighter shade of lavender. When they were done they stepped back to look at their handiwork, "Not bad," remarked Tony smiling.
"Do you think she'll like it?" Asked Ziva.
"Sure, I mean she's two, and all two year old girls like purple." Ziva just looked at him. "Abby would like it, or should we ask Gibbs, he had a daughter."
"NO, please don't tell Gibbs, I will, later."
"Ok, and I seem to remember you promising me dinner, and it's eight' o'clock."
"Sure let's go, we can't do anything more until the paint dries, we'll go shopping in the morning."
Ziva cooked a traditional meal from Israel, falafel with Israeli salad and pita bread. As well as the Hallah with it's cover and blessings. Later she and Tony sat watching the DVD he had brought over. Tony was surprised when Ziva shifted herself under his arm and lay against him, but he merely kissed her head and returned to watching the movie. Later when the movie was finished Tony carried Ziva's sleeping form into the bedroom and laid her down and covered her with the blankets then stood awkwardly by the bed, Ziva didn't open her eyes but she knew what was going on. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sleep lying down like a normal person."
"Oh, I just didn't know whether you…" Ziva groaned, "Ok, I'm getting in." Tony climbed under the covers and lay on his back. Ziva shuffled towards him and pulled his arm around her, draping hers over his stomach, "Goodnight Tony" She said sleepily propping her head up and giving him a sweet kiss, then returning to her original position, "Goodnight Ziva." whispered Tony.