A/N: Okay so I got only one review for the previous chapter. And hence I am not even sure that any of you are reading this anymore or are interested in this story or not. I am requesting my regular readers as well as all those reading my work to please review, even if it is a single word comment, please! Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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CHAPTER 6

Gibbs entered the interrogation room and saw the man sitting on the chair his cuffed hands were on the table and his head was resting on them lolling from side to side.

As soon as Gibbs entered the room he raised his head and looked at him with an expression of fear, "Look man I know what I did this afternoon was wrong but you have to know..." he started.

"What? What is it that you wanted that you would burn down your own house that had two federal agents in it?" Gibbs asked calmly.

"I was scared okay. I just got out of jail now. I can't go there again." he mumbled.

"Should have thought of that before putting the house on fire trying to kill my agents and attempting to kill their child." Gibbs said sternly.

"No that is not true, I just kept the knife and note I didn't kill that kid." The suspect defended.

"Who asked you to do that?" Gibbs asked trying to keep his calm.

"I don't know ..." he started explaining when Gibbs lost his control and stood abruptly making the chair topple over.

"You scared my granddaughter and as far as we know tried to kill her. I sure as hell want to know who paid you to do that Marcus." Gibbs yelled.

"I am telling the truth man I don't know, I get anonymous messages of instructions I follow them and I get paid I don't enquire who pays it or how they pay me..." The suspect was now trying to edge his chair away from the seething older man.

"Money! that is what this is about?" Gibbs yelled slamming the table.

"Look I needed it, you don't understand..." He tried to explain.

"Yeah I damn well don't understand. She is a one year old baby. Scumbags like you deserve to rot in jail." Gibbs yelled and moved towards the door.

"Wait, there is something else." Marcus said. His face had a different look one of remorse or something similar.

Gibbs stood there near the door.

"The instruction was not to just keep the knife, it...it said to make a cut on her hand and then place the knife beside her." he confessed.

"Look I didn't do it. I couldn't. Doesn't that matter?" He asked trying to get out of his predicament.

"You didn't do this for the child. You couldn't do it because her mother came there." Gibbs said pointing his finger at him.

Gibbs opened the door and went out to see his senior field agent standing there leaning against the wall, his face was contorted with anguish and pain.

"She could have got hurt if Ziva hadn't got there on time, Boss." Tony said.

"I know DiNozzo. But Ana is not hurt she is right here with us."

"None of us saw that coming DiNozzo." Gibbs said.

"She was at home Gibbs. Some where she is supposed to be safe."Tony said his head hanging.

"We will find out who did this Tony." Gibbs said patting the other man on the shoulder.

"Isn't it obvious?" Tony asked as they walked back to the squad room.

"Yeah, well he is in prison DiNozzo. So there must be a middle man. Who we need to find." Gibbs said.

SQUAD ROOM

When Tony entered the bullpen he found Ana sleeping on the mat beside Ziva's desk. Tony bend down and stroked her black curls.

After a moment's thought he picked her up. Ana stirred in her sleep then snuggled back into the warmth of her father's chest.

Tony went to his desk and sat there cradling his baby girl stroking her back and comforting both of them in the process. Ziva looked up in confusion.

After a few minutes seeing that Tony wasn't working Gibbs called them and asked them both to take a break and go out for lunch.

Tony got up with Ana and headed for the elevator. Ziva was startled at his actions. Ana had been clingy all morning but now it seemed both father and daughter were the same.

"Ziver let her sleep here we'll look after her." Gibbs said.

"No let it be Gibbs. He needs Ana's comfort now." Ziva said as she went towards her husband- to- be and daughter.

AT THE CAFE

Tony and Ziva were sitting on a table at the cafe, Ziva had a salad in front of her and Tony had his sandwich in front of him. Both of them had not touched their lunch.

Tony was still cuddling with Ana, his hand stroking her head and his nose pressed into her cheek.

Ziva had her cheek resting on her palm and was observing father daughter duo carefully.

"It looks like you haven't seen her in forever." Ziva commented with a slight smile.

"He was not supposed to just keep the knife Zi. He was instructed to cut her with it." Tony blurted out looking at Ziva.

"What? Oh my god!" Ziva said horrified.

Ana started stirring. Tony held her away from his body and saw her rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Dada" she called out looking at tony.

"Hey there baby girl. Had a good nap?" he asked cheerfully for the sake of the little girl.

She nodded her head and once again laid her head in the crook of Tony's neck.

Ana saw her mother and with a sleepy smile extended her hand, Ziva held her hand smiling and cooing at her.

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