Fixed
"Wh-Why, Mom?"
Ziva sighed gently, cradling her sobbing daughter, running a hand through her curls, uttering soothing words. The girl had been sobbing for an hour straight, her mobile phone in pieces on the floor.
" I d-don't see...what I d-did wrong!"
Her mother sighed again, stroking the tear-stained cheek that laid against her shoulder, silently going through her favourite list of murder techniques as the girl continued to sob, decided which would be the most appropriate to use on 'Jamie Burrell'. Her daughter had been rather smitten with her new footballer boyfriend, until he'd been pictured with his tongue inside a busty blonde's mouth at a friend's birthday party. Since then, the girl refused to stop crying, her usually fiery 19 year old daughter pale and withdrawn.
There was a slam of a door from downstairs and hurried footsteps, before Timmy appeared at his sister's door, out of breath.
" M-Mom..."
Ziva looked over, raising an eyebrow, indicating that whatever his message was, it had better be damn important.
" T-Tony...Dad...Gibbs...Jamie."
His mother disappeared in an instant, rushing past him and down the stairs, his sobbing sister following after him, before deciding that this was not to be missed. In the street, there was a group convened, 3 men facing down to one. Ziva knew instantly. The white hair was her ex-boss, standing slightly back from the other two and her husband, still in his work shirt, arms crossed. At the front stood her eldest, recently returned from the Marines, standing shoulder to shoulder with his father, yet far more burly than either of his companions, his crew cut still far shorter than she had ever liked. And at the other side, a rather white Jamie Burrell, staring ahead of him at the advancing Marine.
" You got a problem with my sister, Burrell?"
Ziva rushed over, pulling her husband to her, giving him a dark look, as her daughter watched, lip between her teeth, hands shaking. Tony raised an eyebrow, giving his wife an innocent look.
" Yes, dear?"
" Just what do you think you are doing?"
Gibbs cut in, turning his piercing blue eyes on her.
" Fixing a problem."
Ziva gave a disgruntled sigh.
" This is not the way to deal with something like this! A better way wou-"
Her point was cut off by a loud smack, as her son's fist made contact with the other boy's face, a loud cheer from her younger son cheering him on, a cry coming from his victim. Tony smiled innocently, as their son stalked away from the now profusely bleeding Jamie, back to his sister, who threw her arms around him with a grateful sob.
" See? Fixed."