After much effort, Sammie finally made it to Jen's office, and proceeded to collapse into the comfy chair in front of her desk.

"Ms. Shepherd," Sammie began after letting her heart rate get back to normal. "I need some advice."

"Well, first of all, please call me Jen." Sammie, out of respect, always called Jen Ms. Shepherd first before she would call her anything else. "Second, what do you need advice about?"

"What do you think?" Sammie said, quickly going back into teenage chatter mode.

"I've been coming to you for advice on the same thing every day for two months!"

"To be honest, I had hoped it was something different. Why do you keep worrying about your mothers love life?"

"I just want her to be happy."

Sammie had accidentally let it slip to Jen that Ziva was her mother. Ziva had no clue that Sammie knew the truth, but Sandi had told Sammie when she was eight years old.

"It's up to Ziva, sweetheart. You can't control what she does. You can do all the pushing and prodding you want, but in the end it's out of your hands."

"But she's afraid! She's afraid to show emotion! She's afraid to show any feelings! It's like she thinks that if she shows emotion it will make her weak. So she'll never admit on her own that she's in love with Tony!"

"It's out of your hands Sammie. What will be will be."

"I just hope something happens before it's too late." This always worried Sammie. She was sure that by the time Ziva would admit to having feelings for Tony, it would be too late.

"Anywho, I needed to see you for something else too," said Sammie, and then began asking her questions about her job at NCIS.

I wanted to include Jen somehow, so I thought a conversation between her and Sammie would be a nice way to do it.