Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Athens, Greece

One Month Later

"Hey Adi-girl!" Adi looked up from her homework. She quickly scooted towards the laptop on the coffee table in the living room. The family was settled in Greece after two months in Austria. Currently, Tim was at work, and Ziva was in the kitchen, baking. It was all she could do to keep her hands busy. She was singing softly in Hebrew, and Adi could smell cinnamon wafting in from the kitchen.

"Tony Dohd!" Adi cried, stopping in front of the laptop. Tony DiNozzo, former NCIS agent and all around playboy grinned at his goddaughter.

"How have you been, kiddo?" He asked.

"Good." She replied. Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Stand back, let me look at you." Quickly, Adi did as told, stepping back; Tony chuckled, whistling. "You have certainly grown up, Adi-girl. Getting more and more like your Ima every day."

"Abba says that too." Adi replied, giggling.

"Adinaleh, who are you talking to?" Ziva asked, entering the living room, coffee mug in her hands. Adi looked up at her mother.

"Tony Dohd." Adi said, as Ziva came around to stare into the laptop.

"Tony! Oh it's wonderful to see you again!" Tony's grin broke wider, and he sat back.

"Good to see you again, Ziva. You look just about as beautiful as your daughter." Ziva chuckled, pressing a kiss to her daughter's head. The older man watched the two for several minutes, before asking, "How's McAmbassador doing, Ziva?"

"Tim is doing very well, Tony. And you?" He shrugged.

"Eh, it's FBI." Ziva laughed.

"I still cannot believe you got roped into taking a position with the FBI, Tony." Ziva said, as Adi rushed off to the kitchen. The child came back with a couple gingersnaps as Ziva took a seat on the sofa. She pulled Adi onto her lap, taking one of the cookies out of her hand. "Uno, katan. The rest are for after dinner." She turned back to Tony, taking a bite of the gingersnap. "So, what is it like working under Fornell?"

Tony groaned. "You'd think a man of his... viem and vigor would know to quit griping about being in a shared relationship with Gibbs just because they share an ex-wife. They're like an old married couple- or the Odd Couple."

"What's the Odd Couple?" Adi asked, swallowing a bite of her cookie.

"What's The Odd Couple? Only the greatest comedic duo since Lewis and Martin." Tony replied, aghast. "Ziva, don't tell me you and McGeek haven't been steeping her in the fine art of fifties films." Ziva shook her head, taking another bite of her cookie.

"Unfortunately not. We haven't had much time, what with us shuffling from country to country."

"So how has the moving around been going, Mrs. McAmbassador?" Tony asked. Ziva chuckled. "That bad?"

"Tiring. It's not easy being a diplomat's wife." Ziva pressed a kiss to Adi's head, before shifting the child to the sofa. "Tell Fornell hello for me, Tony." She said, before disappearing into the kitchen again. Once she was gone, Adi sank back on the sofa.

"What's wrong, Adi-girl?" Tony asked, noticing how his goddaughter suddenly seemed to change once her mother was out of sight. Adi sighed.

"I don't want to be here, Tony Dohd." He raised an eyebrow.

"Where are you, exactly, kiddo?" Adi sighed, moving to the edge of the sofa and pulling her legs up underneath her.

"Greece. I want to be back in Israel." Tony nodded, and then stopped.

"Why Israel?" Adi shrugged. She glanced down at her fingers, and brought a finger to her lips, where she promptly bit one of her nails.

"No bad memories." She whispered.

"Oh. So... no memories about..." She nodded. "Adi-girl, you know, there are good memories here in the States too. Remember Thanksgiving dinners at Ducky's? And Halloweens at Jackson's general store? And movie nights? There are great memories in the States!"

"Savta is in Israel." Adi muttered.

"You know, your Aunt Sarah and your other grandmother are here in the States."

"But he doesn't like me. Because he doesn't like Ima." She replied; she remembered the confrontation between Abba and his father, how the man had basically disowned him in front of her. How right after, Abba had accepted the Ambassador position. Not long after, they'd moved to Israel. Adi had thrived; as had both Ziva and Tim.

"So he doesn't like your mama. You have Gibbs and Ducky and Abby and Palmer and Breena and all of us who love you here. We love you very much, Adi-girl, we'd die for you. Never forget that." Adi nodded. Tony thought a moment, before leaning close. "How about, when your Abba gets home, you ask him if you can come back to the States and we can spend some time together, huh? Abby and I'll take a couple weeks off and we'll go down to Stillwater and visit Jackson. Huh? Sound like a plan?" Adi thought about it for a moment, before nodding. "Good girl. Hey, can I talk to your Ima real quick? Just for a moment." The child nodded, rushing into the kitchen. Ziva turned to her daughter.

"Tony Dohd wants to talk to you, Ima." She said, as Ziva wiped her hands on a dish towel. She went to her daughter, lifting her chin, and gently brushing the crumbs off her lower lip. With a tap of her nose, Ziva headed into the living room. Adi took a seat at the table, listening.

"What do you need, Tony?" Ziva asked, taking a seat on the sofa.

"She wants to go back to Israel, Ziva." Tony said. The former Israeli sighed.

"I know. Tim and I both know. We've tried talking to her, but... she doesn't listen. I'm starting to think it's the-"

"Drugs she's on to stop her condition?" Ziva started, eyes wide. "McGee told me last time we talked. I'm sorry Ziva. You and Tim shouldn't have to go through this. It's just harder on you both." She nodded. "How about, you and Tim talk about sending her down to the States for a week or two? I have some leave coming up, and Abby and I would love to have her for a couple weeks."

"How are you and Abby doing, Tony?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Tony chuckled.

"Great. I... I really love her, Ziva. I can... I can see a future with her." She gave him a soft smile.

"I hope you have a great one, Tony." She whispered. A moment passed, before she said, "I will talk to Tim tonight about sending Adi to spend some time with you and Abby, and let you know tomorrow, okay?" He grinned. "And Tony?" He stopped, mid-reach for the sign off button. "Toda." He nodded at her, a soft smile on his face.

"Al lo davar." Once they'd signed off, Ziva buried her face in her hands, hoping to God that Tony's plan worked.