A/N: No reviews, people! Come on! Reviews! Pleeeeeaaaaase! What do I have to do?!?!?!

Hebrew Conversation Lesson of Today:

Penny: Shalom

April: Shalom

Penny: Ma shlomeh?

April: Tov, v'ata?

Penny: Tov toda.

"What would you do if I asked you to become Penina's father?" Ziva asked bluntly. She could feel the warmth of his body as he was spooning her. Or as she had previously thought, forked. Penina had gone to bed eventually, after a talk with Tony. Then it had started to snow, and obviously, Tony could drive home in that.

So there they were.

"I would ask why." Tony replied.

"I would reply that you are a good person. You care about people." Ziva answered, pressing herself harder against Tony.

"I would be a rubbish father." Tony told Ziva sadly. "Jeez, I wouldn't want me as a father. Let alone force it on anyone else."

"Penny needs a father figure. She likes you." Ziva said. She twisted around until she was face to face with Tony. "She needs you."

She rethought her sentence quickly.

"I need you." She whispered, and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Tony wrapped his arms around her body and smiled.

"I need you, too." Then he said three words that felt so easy to say to Ziva, yet they had been so hard to say to Jeanne. "I love you."

Ziva looked up sharply. He what?!

"I love you too." She realized.

They fell asleep in each other's arms with those three special words swimming around in their heads.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Ziva called out, and Penina opened the door, to see her sister lying in bed with Tony. She grimaced.

"I thought you might want to know that it is 10AM and Gibbs just called you. I said you, me and Tony had taken the day off to go look at local schools for me. I said you must have forgotten." Ziva smiled.

"It is times like these when I can see how much we are related." Penny walked over and sat next to Ziva on the bed.

"So what is the deal with you and DiNozzo?" Penina asked. Ziva blushed slightly. "Just a one night thing? Boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband? Friend?"

"I don't know…" Ziva admitted.

"Well, boyfriend would do. Fiancé… not quite there. And husband is jumping the mark by about ten meters." Tony smirked as both girls turned to look at him.

"Boyfriend, then." Ziva clarified. Penina grinned.

"Glad that's sorted! Now, please get dressed as we're visiting some schools!" Penny grinned and danced out of the room, closing the door behind her. Ziva turned to Tony.

"Morning, sunshine." She grinned, before slipping out from under the covers and nabbing the bathroom. Tony sighed. She always has to be first.

While Tony was having a shower, Ziva wandered down to the kitchen to fix some breakfast. She found Penina sitting, ready and waiting, at the table.

"You took ages!" Penny complained, and handed Ziva a file filled with paper. Ziva opened it hesitantly. Inside was a list of local high schools; all mixed, Ziva noted. Then there came the maps, and then a page concerning the prices etc of each school.

There was a real lot of paperwork.

"I am meant to read this… when?" Ziva asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

"Preferably, now." Penny suggested, and Ziva rolled her eyes.

Tony entered the kitchen to see Ziva eating cereal and reading a stack of papers, while Penina watched her.

"Good morning, ladies." He smiled, and Penina looked up.

"Hi." She went back to staring at Ziva. Tony poured himself a bowl of cereal and milk and sat down next to Ziva at the table.

Suddenly, Ziva's fist came in contact with the table.

"Stop doing that!" She growled. Penina looked at her innocently.

"Doing what?" She asked angelically.

"The stary thing!" Ziva gestured with her hand which was holding the spoon. Tony watched them skeptically. He had to deal with this… all day?

Damn Gibbs for not ordering him in!

Thirty minutes later, they found themselves standing in the reception of Georgetown Day School.

Ziva looked around at the extravagantly furnished reception area. I swear, Penina is going to spend most of her inherited money on school fees! Ziva thought to herself. Thank God I am not the one paying. $15,000 a semester!

The receptionist reception with a stack of paperwork, and handed one folder to Ziva, and the other to Penina.

"I need you to fill out these forms, please." The woman requested, and Ziva began to plough through the papers.

"Am I parent or guardian?" She asked Tony, who shrugged.

"Both… technically." He tried, and Ziva circled 'guardian.' She went though, filling out all the boxes. Penina was going to return next on Wednesday for a Taster day.

They also had free tickets to the high school's show that would be on in January. Maybe looking at schools wasn't all bad.

Ziva handed the paperwork back to the receptionist, and the headed back to the car. Next stop? British School of Washington.

At BSW, Ziva found out that she pretty much had to fill out the same forms she had completed at GDS, except since BSW had links with Queen Ethelburga's School, North Yorkshire, which was Penny's old school.

To Ziva's relief, the fees were under $11,000 per semester. Why am I even worrying about the fees? I'm not paying… Is it because I want her to do something worthwhile with the money? School is worthwhile… Then Ziva realized what it was.

I don't want her to use Aba's money for something useful! Man, I can be a total bitch… Oops.

Penina would return to BSW for a Taster day on the Thursday. They went from BSW, to the Maret School, to the Edmund Burke School, and then to the Washington International School.

Penny's calendar was getting filled up with dates; GDS on Wednesday, BSW on Thursday, Maret on Tuesday, Edmund Burke on Friday and Washington International on Monday.

On the way back to the apartment Ziva's phone buzzed.

"Shalom?" She said,

"Ziva, I need you and Tony at the office, now." Gibbs ordered. Shutting her phone, Ziva took an illegal u-turn at the next traffic lights and headed back to base.

"Gibbs' orders." She told Tony and Penina.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! I couldn't sleep so I powered up my computer and began to write! It is 02:25… I really should sleep…

But I'm not tired!

It's like… I'm so tired that I have got past the point of being tired… Because I am so tired… I just don't feel it anymore…

Like when you are just so, so hungry you stop noticing it? Or when something hurts you stop noticing it after a while until you move it, or it gets better or worse?

Stopping babbling… NOW.

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