Time for a Daddy David confrontation I think!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, or any of the characters. Wish I did...

Answer to Zats review: Don't worry, Eli will be leaving the family alone, for now at least...

Answer to TotalCowGirl's review: Thanks! Ziva is about three and a half months pregnant.


Two days later, Tony had been discharged, and Ziva had reluctantly agreed to take him to the Navy yard, to see their co-workers. When they entered the lab; the classic scene played before them; Brain Matter was blasting through the speakers of Abby's radio, and she was dancing around in platform boots, clanking against the ground, oblivious to their presence.

"ABBY!" They both yelled in unison, trying to gain her attention over the deafening levels of music. It worked, and she quickly turned the radio off, stopping the music, she ran over to them.

"Tony!" Her excitement was very clear, when she squeezed him into one of her typical Abby hugs. She barely heard the groan that escaped his lips in pain. Ziva was the one to enlighten her.

"Abby. His stomach is still very sore. He must not endure much physical exercise and contact."

She instantly leapt back, a look of guilt, spread across her face. "Oh my gosh, Tony I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"It's ok." His voice was strained, a pained, low whisper.

Abby offered a sympathetic, apologetic look, then turned to Ziva. "I don't think you guys should be here." Her and Ziva exchanged glances, worrying Tony.

"He is here, isn't he?" Although Tony was glad his wife had used a contraction, he grew more worried, and concerned that he had been kept in the dark over something. Abby nodded towards her friend, confirming her fears.

Tony turned to his wife; now ignoring Abby's presence. "Who's here?"

"You didn't tell him, did you?" Ziva knew it was a rhetorical question, her friend already knew the answer, but she still shook her head to confirm.

"Tell me what? Ziva!"

"My father is here." She whispered incoherently, underneath the hands that covered her lips. He grabbed her hands, tugging her out of her lab, all the while saying goodbye to Abby.

"We have to go Abby!"

When they entered the elevator; he waited a few seconds to flip the emergency switch, and then turned to face his wife. "Why didn't you tell me?" He lifted her chin up, getting her to face him.

"I knew."

He grew a quizzical look, shaking his head a few times; "I'm confused. Knew what-"

"What your reaction would be." He understood what she meant now; and she was right. He wasn't going take her father being in DC lightly; and the fact that she kept this from him, made it all the more worse.

He felt his anger boiling up inside him; "You thought of that, as a good enough reason, to keep this from me!"

"Tony." She grabbed onto his forearms; "I wanted to protect you; can't that be the reason?"

"You lied to me." He gently pried her hands off his arms, and stepped back a little.

So she took another step forward; "I did not lie... You never asked, and I never told."

"But if I asked... Would you have told me?" She averted his eye line, and remained silent, giving him the answer he already knew. "Exactly."

He flipped the emergency switch again, jerking the elevator into movement again. They said nothing to each other the entire ride up to the bullpen, standing quietly next to the other.

When the doors opened, they stepped out, and saw the unexpected sat at Ziva's desk; her hand sought out his.

"Zivaleh, I have been waiting for you." The voice was calming, yet monotone, no real emotion behind it.

Tony was the first to speak. "Like hell you were!"

"I am speaking to my daughter Agent DiNozzo, not you."

Eli stood up from the desk; Tony immediately pulled Ziva behind him, in a protective manner, still holding her hand. "She doesn't want to talk to you." He sized up to Eli.

"I think we should let her decide."

"Why are you here?" Her voice was soft and weak.

"I came to see you, yaldah."

"Well, you have seen me; now you can leave... You are not wanted here." She was still stood behind her husband, she had made no effort to hide her upset.

"You're causing my wife unnecessary stress."

"Zivaleh, I want to make amends."

"Little late for that. I do not need you in my life."

He wagged his finger in front of her; "Do not speak to me like that, Ziva."

"She has every right to do so!" Tony intercepted again, standing up for his wife.

"Who killed Melick, then?" He was quick to a subject change, however that sentence hit a nerve.

"That all you care about, Eli?"

"If you have read the report, you will know."

"I want to ensure this is not another cover-up by NCIS."

"You are unbelievable! Why would NCIS cover-up a murder?"

"After everything, he put her through!"

"Stay out of this Anthony."

"I don't think so! She's my wife; this has everything to do with me!"

Eli turned back to his daughter, ignoring his son-in-law again. "He has murdered one of your partners before." He pointed towards Tony.

"Tony, did not murder Melick! He was in the hospital at the time of death!"

"From the report; it claims Melick's murder was at Bethesda, at the same time Anthony was there."

"That proves he was at the hospital, not that he killed him!"

"Who can verify that?"

"I can! And the doctors who operated on him can!" Ziva was fuming; and couldn't believe her father was accusing Tony, whilst he was standing there.

"Ziva. Calm down." Tony squeezed her hand, turning around to face her.

"Do not tell my daughter what to do."

"Hey!" Ziva was the one to jump in first, without giving her husband a chance. "He earned that right, when we began dating over a year ago. You lost your right!"

"Zivaleh."

She sent him a piercing glare, before turning back to Tony. "Come on Tony, the babies are hungry."


Tony sat down in the break room, watching with daggers, as Ziva paced about, ranting. "I cannot believe him! All those things-"

"Ziva?"

"He just does not have the right to act this way-"

"Ziva?"

"He had no right to accuse you of murder. He should not be here!"

"ZIVA!"

"What!" He was happy he had her attention now; he stood up, facing her.

"Forget him! He's not worth it."

"I wish he was dead sometimes; he is the cause of all my pain."

He stroked her cheek lovingly, showing nothing but affection and care in his eyes. "I can't say I don't agree with you."

"I just want to forget everything ever, associated with him."

He pondered this for a moment, before speaking; "Then let's do that... He's going back to Israel tomorrow. We'll probably never have to see him again. Our family will be perfect."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Just focus on these babies, right here." He gestured towards her stomach. "And your father will seem like a distant blur."


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