A/N OH MY FRELLING GOSH! I AM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW!

I'm sorry I just got accused of false advertising...Now guys I said this was and it will be a father/son fic with Gibbs and DiNozzo...but I tend to write my stories from front to back and not from back to front...(Now that's a challenge for next time?) I said there would be Tiva if you squinted...there was one maybe two paragraphs...that's it! and nothing GRAPHIC! GOOD GRIEF!

There will be, but not till next week coz I wrote over 6000 words today and I'm going out soon, Some Tony bashing, Some Ziva bashing, some Tore adjusting some major parenting lessons and life lessons to learn and as usual a twist or two.

For those who realize a good story has a beginning middle and an end and bits in between welcome to the last in my four chapters for today. I will be posting some more in about a week when this story comes up on my rotation board.

Disclaimer: Packing up my laptop and running from the 'false advertising police' and hiding behind my sniper husband, while dressed as Magenta from the rocky horror picture show!


Chapter 4

Touching down at Tel Aviv, Gibbs and DiNozzo breathed in air that they thought they would never have to face again, McGee reeled. "Wow it's hot."

Tony and Gibbs smiled "Yep." Gibbs said and handed McGee a water bottle.

Four, Black, SUV's stood on the Tarmac; Adam got out of the first one and walked to the men.

"Director Gibbs, Agents' McGee and DiNozzo?" He asked Glaring at the operative who let out a snigger at Tony's name.

"Assistant Director Eshel, Thank you for meeting us." Gibbs said shaking his hand.

They got in the Car, McGee went with Gibbs and Tony got in the one behind.

"Hey." Tony said

The operative who laughed was quiet the whole ride back to headquarters.


Ziva was standing at the front with her children awaiting their arrival, Tore had been ordered to stay in the kitchens, but he had heard the Agents talking about the Americans and he wanted to see, Tore had an unquenchable curiosity he had taught himself to read and write Hebrew and he had learned English by listening into other conversations he wanted to learn everything and maybe run away to America. Things had to be better there. The other street children had been cleared as the special Americans were coming and finally he would get to see if American's were like the movies he had snuck into in Tel Aviv.

He stayed in the shadows and knew no one could see him he held his breath as the cars pulled up.

"Ima!" Talia's voice crossed the courtyard on the breeze. "The Americans are here!"

"I can see that sweetie." Ziva said brushing a stray lock from her daughter's hair. Tore reached his hand up to his head and copied the movement wishing she would do that to him.

"Ima, why do you and Abba have to meet with the Americans?" Eli asked haughtily "Are they not beneath us as all American's are...like...him?"

"You are right my son, however, sometimes we have to do things we don't like for the greater good." Ziva told him.

Eli smirked, "Like having Traitore..."

From his hiding place Tore flinched.

"You do not mention him while they are here." Ziva snapped and Eli closed his mouth smirking as his elder brother whom he knew was watching from the shadows.

When he was smaller he had tried to make friends with Eli until Ziva had explained to Eli what Traitore was and how he was worse than the street children that ran up and down his road.


Adam got out first and Talia and Eli ran up and hugged him, "Abba!" they called.

Adam kissed his wife hoping that it would hurt Tony.

"Ziva." Gibbs said and held out his hand.

"Director Gibbs," Ziva shook his hand. "McGee, Tony... Welcome to Israel."

Gibbs started following as the others got their bags, "McGee DiNozzo!" Gibbs called.

Tore looked surprised, the man...the last man...had his name...like Eli and Talia had their fathers name.

Remembering what he had been told about his father he looked shocked, he didn't look evil, or stupid...he...he looked kind. He needed to get a closer look, keeping to the shadows, unseen he followed them.

Gibbs felt he was being watched, but he was in Mossad, in the compound, he would be disappointed if no one was watching him, but his gut said it was more.


"Good afternoon Director Gibbs, Can I get you settled into your rooms, we have stationed you in the compound for safety." Rebecca, Ziva's assistant told them.

Gibbs nodded at the young woman, "We have a suite for you and two rooms for your protection detail."

"Agents McGee and DiNozzo. Ma'am,"

Rebecca smirked a little, "What?" Tony asked.

"I am sorry," Rebecca smiled.

She took the men's bag and walked them across the compound to get settled in. "These are your rooms, the director said for you to freshen up, she will see you in an hour,"

Gibbs looked out of his window and saw a street kid with bright green eyes staring up at him from behind a pillar on the ground floor across the compound. His gut nearly twisted in half, the kid looked like a smaller version of Tony.

"Miss...?"

"Ben-Aaron. Rebecca Ben-Aaron," she supplied.

"Do you have a lot of trouble with street children here?" he asked amiably

"We have none." She said.

He followed her downstairs as she left and walked across the street and pulled the boy out of the shadows.


"Traitore, do you want to Director to know you've been seen?" She said kindly.

"Rebecca! He has my name...the American...!" Tore said excitedly.

"Tore...The director will beat you again if she catches you or worse like last time, I don't want to have to patch you up again...if she catches me, she will leave us both for the Kidon." Rebecca said stroking the boy down the cheek and Tore leant into the soft touch.

"I will hide they will not see me...But tell me...DiNozzo...is he kind?" Tore asked.

"He has kind eyes." Rebecca said.

Not able to follow the whole conversation as it was in Hebrew Gibbs listened, words like DiNozzo...American and Kidon he understood.

"Who are you?" Gibbs asked stepping out of the shadows.

Tore looked terrified and went to run as did Rebecca.

"Stop!" Gibbs ordered. Tore curled in a defensive ball against the wall as Rebecca stood in front of him.

"Do not tell the director please!" Rebecca begged, "Tore meant no harm, he was just interested, please he is just a child."

"Whose?" Gibbs asked.

"Whose child is he?" he asked again.


On the defensive Gibbs pulled himself up and glared at the woman, The boy instantly moved to protect her and in broken English said, "I am no child...I am trash I am the thing you want to be if you betray Mossad. She did not mean to make you mad sir; I will take her punishment as is my role."

Gibbs looked at the boy who was terrified and brave at the same time.

"What?"

"When an Agent is bad, I get punished for them, you must beat me while they watch, it is the way."

Gibbs stepped back as if he had been struck. "Who does this?"

"Kidon if i am lucky."

"Lucky?" he wanted to puke now.

"Ima if I am not." Tore said looking at the ground for a second and then putting his eyes back on the threat, back on Gibbs.

"Your mother?" Gibbs gut threatened to tear him in half.

"Please sir, I will take him away, you need to forget you saw him or they will punish him again." Rebecca pleaded tears falling freely.

"I will soon," Gibbs crouched showing Tore he wasn't a threat, "Just tell me what your name is?" he asked.

"I am the traitor..." the boy said, "My name is Traitore DiNozzo."

Gibbs looked up as a sharp intake of breath sounded behind him.


Realizing that he had gone Tim and Tony walked downstairs and saw Gibbs and a woman in the shadows, grabbing their guns they crossed the courtyard and saw the boy move to protect her. Hearing the last sentence Tim looked at Tony who lowered his gun in shock.

"Why are you called that?"

"My father raped my mother and I am the traitor that bred. I am the lowest of the low and I shall be punished for whatever transgression you feel that Miss Rebecca did...it is my duty you beat me sir and I am to eat." He looked up hopefully, "If you are kind and do not break my jaw?" he asked with just as much hope.

"I have no intentions of beating you and neither will anyone else, ever again," Gibbs said.

Tore looked on confused, "But sir, how will I eat?" He got scared, "Please do not tell Ima...the Director I beg of you...She will leave me to the Kidon."

Tony crouched down in front of his son, "Tore...Can I call you that?" he asked gently and the boy nodded.

"I did not do that to your mother, my name is Tony DiNozzo," Tore looked at him suspiciously,

"Did the director send you to kill me...she said you would someday." He sighed resigned to his fate.

All three men looked shocked.

Tim stepped forward, "My name is Tim, I can tell you that you are save with us no matter what the Director says no one will hurt you again, you will never go without food or shelter and you will be safe with us." He promised.

"Why?" Tore asked

"Because I am your father, and I love you and I will protect you." Tony said, knowing as he said it every word was true.

"My...Abba...my own...like Eli and Talia's...you won't...hurt me?" Tore said hope then fear crossing his face.

"Never." Tony said he held out his arms and Tore looked at him, "Hug?" Tony asked.

Tore looked at Rebecca confused.

Tony gently pulled Tore into his arms and held him, Tore didn't cry, he didn't move...but he wanted to. He wanted to sigh in relief for once someone other than Rebecca was treating him with kindness. This man was his father someone he had learnt to fear and yet was treating him the way his Ima had treated Eli and Talia. The way he wished she had treated him.

"Erm, Director Gibbs, you still have an appointment with the Director." Rebecca pointed out.

"Yes...Yes we do," Tony said taking Tore's hand and walking towards the building.

"NO!" Tore hung back "I cannot go in there unless I am to be punished, it is forbidden!"

"Not anymore, nothing she says is important anymore." Tony said.

"Abba...please, NO!" Tore was shaking in his boots.

"Tony, take Tore to your room, I will deal with Ziva."Gibbs said and left with Tim.


Walking into Ziva's office, Gibbs was incensed at the fact that there were pictures of Eli and Talia all over the place and not one of Tore...although he really didn't expect there to be, Everything he knew about Ziva had been blown away when he had deported her, but to realize she was capable of having a child and treating it in such a callous manner as a mere casualty of war, a traitor to be punished all because he was born and give him the name Traitore, Traitor in Italian just to further humiliate the boy and his father riled him up no end.

Ziva stood up as he entered, "Director Gibbs, I am glad you accepted my invitation to come to Israel." She said. "I take it by the look you are giving me you have seen the garbage I wish to send back with you."

Gibbs was shocked by the cold demeanour that she had, "That is your son Ziva?"

"That is the spawn of Tony DiNozzo, something I acquired during my mission, It is not needed anymore, take it or do not I do not care, he is too big to be useful to Mossad anymore, if you do not want him, I will send him to the Kidon, they can use him as target practice." She said offhand.

"This is why you called SecNav?" He asked.

"Do you want it?" Ziva asked, "I will not have it interacting with my children; it is...an embarrassment now,"

Gibbs stood up, "You know how I feel about children...you know about Kelly and yet you do this to us...?"

"Take the traitor or do not, Mossad will put you up for tonight, you and that must be of Israeli soil by midday tomorrow, it is up to you whether he leaves alive or dead...Maybe Tony is exactly as I told his son he was..." Ziva smiled coldly, "Maybe you hate me so much you can walk out on it and let it die."

Gibbs got up and walked out.

As the door closed, alone, Ziva closed her eyes, she knew she had pushed too far but she couldn't protect the boy anymore Gibbs had been her last hope.