A/N I realise I could have waited longer to update to see how many reviews I could get, but then I got to school and was amazed how quickly I could become bored. So here I am, posting the new chapter.

Huh. If that made no sense to you, you are not alone.

Enjoy!


Chapter 8

"How did he know Ziva was there?" Tony asked as they took their seats in the squadroom.

"Could have been a coincidence," McGee suggested. By now, everyone knew about Ziva and her running from Mossad.

Gibbs just stared at him.

"I can't go anywhere," Ziva muttered.

Lucy got up and went over to Tony. "Can I sit on your knee?" she asked politely.

Tony looked nervously at Ziva, who nodded vigorously.

"Sure."

Lucy climbed up.

"So what do we do now?" Ziva asked, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling she felt every time she saw Tony with Lucy. "Obviously we can't go out anymore."

"Unless we use you as bait," Gibbs said. "We send you out, Mossad will close in, we'll take them into custody, issue can be resolved."

"It's an idea" Ziva said.

"McGee, can you get a fix on Asfiri's phone again?" Gibbs asked.

McGee typed for a moment. "Nope. Phone must be switched off."
"Can you get a fix on any of the others?"

More typing. "No."

"I'm up for being bait. I just want this thing over," Ziva said to Gibbs.

"Alright."


That night, Tony returned home happier than usual. He was spending time with his daughter. She didn't hate him. She actually liked him.

"I'm home!" he called when he got inside.

No reply.

"Anna?" he said, putting his bag down and heading further into the apartment.

She was sitting on the couch, crying.

"Anna? What's wrong?" Tony said, taking a seat next to her.

Anna took a moment before talking. "I went to the doctor's today."

"Yeah, and?"

"He told me I'm infertile," she said, sniffling. "I'm so sorry, Tony."

Tony didn't know how to react. What was he supposed to say? 'It's alright! I have a daughter with another woman!"

No.

"It's not your fault," he said.

"I'm still sorry," she said. She turned to face him. "You still want to get married?"

"What? Yes, of course!" Tony replied.

Obviously that had been her main worry, because she brightened up considerably. "Okay," she said. "I'm going to go start dinner."

After she left, Tony slumped back against the cushions. Now things were even more complicated.


"Can I go watch television?" Lucy asked after she had guzzled down her dinner.

"Sure," Gibbs said.

Lucy ran off.

"How is she going to know how to turn it on?" Gibbs asked.

"She's pretty good with remotes. And anything to do with movies," Ziva replied. Whoops.

"A lot like DiNozzo," Gibbs said conversationally, eating another mouthful of Chinese food.

"Yes. I suppose so," Ziva said carefully.

Gibbs stared at her. "Ziva."

"What?"

Gibbs continued to watch her. Busted.

"Alright, fine! He is her father. Go ahead, yell at me for Rule 12. But even he didn't find out until the other day! I hadn't told anyone!" Ziva burst out.

Gibbs remained silent, chewing on his food.

"Are you going to say anything?" Ziva said, surprised that he hadn't said anything.

Gibbs shrugged and swallowed. "Not much I can say."

"No lecture about breaking one of your rules?"

"Calculating how old Lucy is, it appears you and DiNozzo weren't coworkers at the time, so Rule 12 wouldn't have applied."

Ziva blinked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Ziva smiled. "You really are different, you know that?"

Gibbs smirked. "Oh yeah."


Later that night, with Gibbs down in the basement putting the finished touches on his boat, Ziva sat up in bed, reading a story to Lucy.

"…she would never forget the boy, Peter Pan, and the wonderful adventure the all had in Never Land. The End," Ziva finished, putting the book down.

"I wanna go to Never Land!" Lucy said excitedly.

"Of course you do," Ziva said. "You just want to meet Tinkerbell."

"And the Lost Boys!" Lucy said. Then she stopped smiling. "Why don't I have a daddy like Wendy and her brothers?"

Ziva bit her lip. How could she explain. "I promise, one day, you will have a daddy, just like Wendy."

"And Michael and John?"

"And Michael and John."

Lucy snuggled down under the covers. "Night Mummy."

"Goodnight Lucy."

Long after Lucy was asleep, Ziva was still awake, thinking. What would happen once Mossad weren't after her anymore? She couldn't be with Tony; he was with Anna. Things with Lucy would never be normal. Maybe she could go back to work at NCIS, but this time as an Agent, not Officer.

But for now, she'd have to concentrate on keeping Lucy and herself safe.

"...and mermaids and hooks and pirates and Tinkerbell…"

Ziva smiled.


A/N Please please please review!

The whole 'Gibbs-finding-out-about-Tony' thing probably what people had expected, but it was how I pictured it in my head. Well, not exactly, because what I picture had dancing mushrooms in the background (don't ask), so I altered it a bit.

Next chapter: Little bit of Tiva fluff, and Ziva gets set up as bait.