A/aN: If it sucks i'm so very sorry It's late and i'm sleepy lol but Three chaps in one day I think i'm doing good dont expect much after this weekend though i soon have to return to reality where i'm grounded lol.

Ziva stepped out of the car with Tony's assistants and took his hand as they made the way up to Ziva's parent's house. It was a large white houses with a spacious back yard nothing you would expect Ziva to grow up in. It was very white picket fence golden retriever type of place. A home you would expect to see Martha Stuart to live in not a deadly assassin and the deputy director of Mossad. No this wasn't what he had expected at all but then what had he? A training center? Of course Ziva had a normal childhood she probably didn't always expect to join Mossad. Her father probably didn't ever want her to. But regardless this was odd.

Ziva must have picked up on what he was thinking because she laughed and said "What where you expecting a torture chamber?"

Tony shrugged in response and fallowed Ziva into the house. He was immediately met with the smell of home cooking, like the kind Ziva made for him all the time.

"Ima." Ziva called out through the house only silence answered her.

"She's probably at the market." Sahara shouted over her shoulder as she made her way up to the stairs. "Ziva get your fat ass up here so I can show you where you're staying."

Anger flashed in Ziva's eyes and she took off up the stairs. "I'm not fat I'm freaking pregnant!" Tony fallowed her somewhat reluctantly with their bags in tow. "I know where my old bedroom is whore!"

The biggest surprise of the night was Ziva's bedroom, it was a lavender cover with a white bed spread and a large poster of three men that had Hebrew lettering on it. Directly above that bed was a line of Hebrew characters that Tony assumed to be Ziva's name.

"Very Girly.", Tony commented earning him a punch in the shoulder not only by Ziva but also Sahara.

"Don't call her girly she hates it."

" Hey I thought you two where fighting."

"What gave you that impression?" Ziva asked.

"Oh I don't know she called you a fat ass and you called her a whore."

"Tony your such a guy! That's mine and Ziva's way of joking.", Tony nodded

"Sahara! Get down here and help me with dinner."

"Coming Ima!" She called back with Tony and Ziva on her heals. They got to the kitchen and not only was her mother in there but also two men one who had to be Ziva's father and another who Tony had no idea who it could be. But Ziva seemed to know because as soon as she saw him she grabbed his face and kissed both cheeks.

"Joel How have you been? You don't ever write any more!"

"I know Zee. Cohen is a hand full he always wants your undivided attention kind of how you used to be."

Ziva laughed and swatted his chest pushing him away from her. She gave her mother and father each a hug and a kiss on the cheek before introducing them to Tony.

"Joel ,Ima, Aba this is Tony my fiancé. Tony, Joel, Ima, and Aba." Tony shook both all of their hands.

" I see where Ziva gets her good looks from Mrs. David."

Ziva's mother looked at him reproachfully "Ima be nice." She said in Hebrew

"He's not Jewish child nor is he Israeli." She said as if it was a perfectly ok reason to not be nice to him.

Ziva sighed "Yes i am well aware but he's a good man. Please mother give him a chance, for me."

Her mother nodded and they slipped back into English for the remainder of the night.

"So Tony where do you work?" Joel asked

"Um NCIS same place as Ziva."

"Hm, I assume your taking good care of her." Joel said crossing his arms over his chest. He was acting like an over protective big brother.

"I don't need taking care of Joel I think I've proven that on multiple occasions!"

"Maybe so but he must treat you with respect. Ari would be doing the same thing right now if he could.", Ziva stiffened at the mention of her late brother wondering if they knew what really happed would they open there arms to her so readily after all Joel was also one of Ari's close friends.

"How are Cohen and Hannah?" She asked trying to get off the subject. The rest of the night went by with out another mention of Ari and Tony respecting Ziva. When it was finally time for them to go to bed her father made Tony move to one of the guestroom. Because in his words his daughter would not be living in sin while under his roof. They both fell asleep the minute there heads hit the pillow. The jet lag catching up with them. This was going to be a long two weeks especially since they couldn't even sleep in the same room as each other. Oh yes very long indeed.

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