DiNozzo looked at Ziva with a puzzled face. "What's wrong, Agent David, did you see a ghost?" he joked. "Shut up, I'm thinking!" Ziva snapped. DiNozzo was taken aback, but picked up Marli and looked in to her eyes. They were a shining brown, reflecting her playful, toddler personality. "She's yours." Tony glanced up at Ziva, obviously confused. "What?" Ziva rolled her eyes, as if it was obvious. "Marli is your daughter." Tony burst out laughing, his face turning a cherry red, until he saw the serious look in her eyes, a look that she only wore when she was working.
"No, Ziva, I think I would know if I was a father," he said with a comical tone. "Look at her! Her eyes, her hair, even her personality, she's a spatting image!" Tony rolled his eyes, "Spitting. Spitting image, Ziva. Sure, the kid looks a little like me, but that doesn't mean anything."
His words may have been convincing, but Ziva saw it. She saw the slightest glint in his eyes, a flash of guilt. He knew something that she didn't, and Ziva David was determined to find out what it was. Without another word, she stomped out the door, ready to investigate.
