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Tony and Ziva looked at each other in disbelief. Was Eli really moving into the apartment above them? He must be joking.
"You are joking, Father, correct?" Ziva asked, almost desperately.
"Look at Vittoria, she is so intelligent. She can sense you guys aren't happy and is curious." Just as Eli said this, Vittoria crawled over to him, and he picked her up. Tony looked pale.
"Tony, my father knows how to hold a baby." Ziva assured him.
"I know, I know. So, that means you're joking, right?" Tony asked anxiously.
"Oh, no, I am being very serious." Eli said.
NEXT DAY, BULLPEN…...
"I AM GOING TO SHOOT MY FATHER!" Ziva yelled as she got off the elevator, Tony juggling everything.
"Which one, Ziver?" Gibbs asked.
"The Israeli one." Tony gasped, dropping all of the stuff on the floor next to his desk.
"What'd he do now?" Gibbs asked.
"He's moving." Ziva said.
"Above us." Tony finished holding his back.
"Stop being such a drama king." Ziva said, taking Vittoria from him to deliver her to Abby.
"Queen, Z, not king." Tony corrected.
"You are a man, yes?" Ziva smirked.
"Well, yeah, but…"
"A queen is a woman." Ziva said as she passed him to the elevator, slapping him on the butt.
"Boss!" Tony said, wanting help out of the hole he dug himself.
"Ah, Dinozzo." Gibbs said, settling into his chair.
ABBY'S LAB…...
"Ziva!" Abby squealed, launching herself at the shorter woman.
"Abby, the baby." Ziva said, trying to shield her daughter.
"Sorry, Tori." Abby cooed, cuddling the baby affectionately.
"Well, I'll just leave you two here, then. By, Tori. Call me if anything happens." Ziva said, then waved by to Vittoria. As she got off the elevator to the bullpen, Gibbs motioned her over.
"Field work starts today." He said. Ziva struggled to contain her smile.
"What's the catch?" She asked.
"Nothing."
"Really?" She asked incredulously.
"Really." Gibbs confirmed.
"Thank you." Ziva said.
"Vance wants to see you." Gibbs called as she walked over to her desk.
"I was not sexually harassing Tony. You slap him on the head, I slap him on the butt." Ziva defended.
"Just go see him so I can get him off my back, will ya?" Gibbs asked, getting irritated. Ziva didn't bother knocking as she strode past Cynthia, into Vance's office. That was one of the good things about being on Gibbs' team; you got all of the "privileges" Gibbs got.
"Hello, Agent David." Vance said, motioning for her to take a seat.
"Good morning." Ziva replied cheerfully.
"I take it you know that your father is moving to America." Vance said.
"Yes, right above Tony and I. Literally." Ziva said bitterly.
"Before we know it, the whole country of Israel will be in America. We'll have a new state." Vance joked.
"Israel would still be a country." Ziva explained, attempting to control the anger building inside of her.
"I didn't mean it like that, Ziva. I'm sorry. It was a bad joke." Vance apologized.
"I know. I am sorry that I overreacted." Ziva followed suit.
"Now that that's over with, we need to discuss whether or not we should give your father special… rights." Vance started.
"I do not follow." Ziva said.
"You know how you had to take the Oath and such?" Vance asked.
"Yes."
"Since you moved here, perhaps we can make your father's immigration less of an ordeal." Eli said.
"Because I am already here?" Ziva asked.
"That, and the fact that you're a Federal Agent, and he was the Director of Mossad." Vance explained.
"Was?" Ziva questioned.
"He didn't tell you? He resigned." Vance explained. Just then, he realized why Eli David didn't tell his daughter that he resigned. Ziva looked as if she was going to murder Vance right then and there.
"Gibbs was right." Ziva gritted through her teeth. She stormed out, all the way to the bathroom, and slammed the stall doors. She didn't bother locking the main door; she knew no one would come in. Except for, of course, Tony, who just opened the door.
"Z, what happened?" He asked. He had seen her angry. Heck, he had almost been shot by her for killing her boyfriend, and it was never this bad. Maybe Ziva wasn't the best at controlling the emotion of anger, but she never did this. Her face was red as a lobster, her fists were clenched, and there was a hatred in her eyes she had only seen when she had told him a few years ago, just after she'd gotten off the phone with Eli, that he had said he hated her. To be honest, Tony was terrified. He didn't know how to deal with her, not like this.
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