A/N: Have I ever told you guys that I love you? No? Well I do! I'm loving all the favorites and reviews on this story. It's only my first fic! As I believe I've said before, MARRY ME.

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Tali straightened her hair as Ziva did her makeup.

"Luca is going to love you," Ziva told her.

"I hope so," Tali said quietly. "Ziva?"

"Yes?"

"I am kind of scared. This is… this is my first date."

"It will be okay. Luca seems nice. I do not think you should be scared."

"What was your first date like, Ziva?"

"Well, as you know, it was with Michael. We were sixteen. We just… had dinner together."

"And your first kiss?"

"It was that night."

"Oh my God. I need to brush my teeth again."

"You already brushed them three times! And if you are not ready, I am sure that Luca will respect your wishes. And if he does not, well, Abba told you what to do, right?"

"Go for the groin?"

"Good girl."

"Are you two done in there? I need to brush my teeth!" Ari called to the girls in the bathroom.

She tucked a final piece of her hair behind her eat, and checked her wallet for money. She tugged on her favorite boots and snuck downstairs.

"Where do you think you're going, Katie?"

Kate swore quietly.

"Out," she answered simply.

"Where, with whom, and when did you suppose you would be back?" her father inquired.

"I am going to dinner with my friend Ari. I will be back by eleven – I promise."

"Alright," he replied. "But if your mother asks, you were at a PG-13 movie with a female friend who drives a station wagon."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she said, kissing her more lenient parent's check. "I'll see you at eleven!"

"Behave yourself, sweetheart. No drugs."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Daddy."

Ari met her on his motorcycle at the end of her driveway.

"Hello, Neshomeleh," he greeted her.

"Remind me what that means again," she requested, taking the helmet from his outstretched hand and climbing on the bike.

"Sweetheart," he translated. She giggled uncharacteristically, wrapping her arms around him as they drove off on his bike.

Ziva sat at home alone. Her siblings both had dates, as did her aunt. Ziva couldn't help but wonder what Tali and Ari were going – scratch that, she was curious about what Tali was doing. Ari and Kate, on the other hand – she just didn't want to know.

That was when her phone rang. She smiled, recognizing the number. She pushed the 'accept' button and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Tony."

"Hey, Zi. What's up?"

"I am very bored and alone. Tali, Ari, and my aunt are all out on dates, and I am here with homework from AP Calculus."

"That sucks. Wanna talk?"

"It is better than everything else I have been doing."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Congratulations. I rate you above homework."

"Better than most people rate me. Except the women people. To the women people I am a ten."

Ziva laughed.

"Not quite."

"What makes me not a ten?"

"Maybe I'm just not attracted to you."

"Who could resist this?"

"Well, there's me, Abby, Kate, Kelly, Breena, Kensi, Nell, Michelle, Paula—"

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're all smart, feisty, the daughters of marines and/or Mossad."

"Which of these apply to me?"

"I'm gonna say all of them, except the one about being a marine brat. Unless you aren't telling me something—"

"There are plenty of things I am not telling you. And I am not going to tell you most of them."

"What are you going to tell me?"

"I did not have my first kiss until I was sixteen."

Tony laughed.

"I was in second grade—no, wait, first grade. Second grade was when… never mind."

"What was her name?"

"Sandra Kelsey. We went to summer camp together. How about you?"

"I was sixteen. It was my first date, and his name was Michael Rivkin."

"I know him. Are you still friends?"

"No. We broke up. It wasn't good."

Their conversation continued on for several hours. It was about nine thirty when Tali got home.

"I have to go. My sister just got home. I will see you tomorrow."

"Okay. I really liked talking to you. I'll see you then."

"Goodnight, Tony."

"'Night, Zi."

Tali and Luca stood on the doorstep.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," Luca began.

"Me too. We should do that again sometime."

"I'd like that."

They stood in silence for a minute, just staring at each other.

"Well, I ought to get inside," Tali said, breaking the silence.

"Oh, of course. Well, I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Goodnight, Luca."

"Goodnight, Tali."

She smiled softly, and then entered the house. Luca stood there on the doorstep for a second, slightly disappointed. He turned to walk away when he heard the door behind him open.

"Oh, screw it," Tali murmured, taking his face in her hands and pressing her lips briefly to his. They pulled away and grinned at one another for a second.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

Back inside, Tali leaned up against the door, grinning widely. Ziva was in the kitchen, watching her. She smiled, seeing her sister's happiness.

"I am guessing it went well."

Tali nodded.

"Did you kiss?"

Tali just grinned.

"So," the younger of the two started, "what did you do tonight?"

"I talked with Tony on the phone."

"Oh, really? What did you talk about, per se?"

"For a fourteen-year-old, you have a very dirty mind."

"Eh, it comes from growing up with you and Ari."

"Are you alright, Kyle?" Kelly asked. "You seem a bit… distracted."

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. "Just something my parents said earlier."

"What is it? You can tell me anything, Kyle. If you're not ready to talk about it, I understand, but know that I'm here for you, whatever the problem may be."

"Mom said that… mom said I had a sister. She was born ten months before me. My parents were both out of work at the time and couldn't take care of her, so they put her up for adoption. They didn't name her so I don't know who to look for. But I know I want to meet her."

"Wow. So are you trying to look for her?"

"Of course I'll try. But I don't know how much progress I'll make."

"Well, if you need help, or if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

"Thanks, Kels."

Ziva finished her morning jog early, and showered quickly. She saw a car pull up to the house. Looking outside, she saw that it was Abby, Tim, and Luca.

"Tali! Your boyfriend is here!" Ziva called to her sister, seeing Luca jump out of the car.

Tali pulled her sweater over her shoulders and rushed downstairs. She kissed her aunt on the cheek and ran out the door to meet Luca.

Ziva finished brushing her teeth as a sleep-deprived Ari came sauntering out of his room.

"Hey, I did not see you last night," Ziva teased. "You were out pretty late. Should I be concerned?"

"Why would you be concerned?" he asked, not catching on. He ran a hand sleepily through his hair.

"Am I going to be an aunt already?"

Ari smiled and let his hand drop back to his side.

"I do not think you need to worry about that quite yet. Do I need to worry about you and Tony?"

"Sheket bevakesha," she said. "Tony and I are friends. Nothing more."

"Keep telling yourself that."

The phone in the living room rang. Ziva ran downstairs as Nettie answered it.

"Shalom," Nettie answered the phone. "Ken." There was a pause. "Elohim adirim." Nettie paused again. "Yihyeh beseder. Ken. We will be there. Shalom, Eli."

Nettie hung up the phone and leaned her forehead against the wall.

"Dodah Nettie?" Ziva asked, coming up behind her aunt.

"Ken, tateleh?" Nettie questioned, glancing up at her niece with teary eyes.

"Who?"

Nettie sighed.

"Rivka."

Ziva gasped.

"No."

"I am sorry, tateleh."

"No, no, not Ima," Ziva begged, tears falling. "What happened?"

"Hamas bombing."

"No, no, no! How could Abba let this happen? He did not even protect her!"

"Tateleh, please. Eli has done everything he can. We are going to Israel for her funeral. Tomorrow."

"And that is it?" she asked, her voice filled with anger and sadness. "We spend a day in Israel, and just like that, I never see my mother again?"

"I am sorry, Ziva, but there is nothing I can do."

Ari came downstairs.

"What is going on?"

"Ima is dead!" Ziva cried. Ari's face filled with horror and he pulled her into his arms.

"I will be the one to tell Tali," he whispered. "It will be alright. Hush, Ziva. Crying will not bring her back."

"I know, Ari, I know."

"I will see you in English, ahava," Tali bid Luca. Ari caught up with her in the hall.

"Tali, tateleh, I need to tell you something."

"Ari, what is wrong?"

"Sit down," he said, guiding her to the bench in the courtyard nearby.

"Are you okay? Is it Ziva? DodahNettie?"

"They are fine."

"What is it?"

"Tali, there was a bombing in Tel Aviv. Ima was caught in it. She is dead."

"No," Tali whispered. "No, this cannot be happening."

"I know, tateleh, I know."

Ari just held her close as she sobbed.

A/N: Well, that was dark... Any ideas on what happens next? Favorite lines? Arc ideas? Drop a review, or PM me! Thanks, guys!