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Three weeks later . . .

In the flat which they shared not a five minute drive away from the Navy yard, Tony and Ziva stood in their room getting ready. Today was a Saturday, it was warmer weather than they'd had in a long time and there was a good feeling in the air. Sun shone down on the city, a warm breeze ran through the streets and the leaves on the trees slowly danced away whilst birds took refuge in their shelter.

In the apartment Tony stood by the mirror in the en suite doing his hair. Ziva stood in their room, she had the light make up that she usual wore on and was standing in a pair of boot cut stone washed jeans, a white scoop neck t-shirt and a green blouse left open. She had her Star of David necklace on and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She walked over to the wardrobe and put on a pair wedge sandals, grabbed her black waste length Jacket and bag and walked into the bathroom. "I'm still not sure about this Tony. If Gibbs finds out what we're doing we'll both be dead!" Exclaimed Ziva as she thought about the plan.

Between Tony, Kelly and Abby a plan had been concocted to get Gibbs and this Jenny woman who Kelly was so adamant that her father loved together. So, they'd decided that when Jenny came down to talk about the wedding arrangements with Tony and Ziva, they would call a group meal. That way Gibbs and Jenny were forced in to the same room. However when Kelly found out that Ziva was picking her friend up from the airport she decided she should come along too.

Now, Ziva was about to leave to pick up her friend. She had not told Gibbs what she and Kelly would be doing, only that they were off out for coffee before the evening. She'd take Kelly back to her house and they'd do all the girly things that Kelly loved and Ziva hated. Gibbs had been happy to let his daughter go off with Ziva. He planned on spending the day sanding his boat before he had to go out to the meal later o that evening.

"Zi, Kelly and Abby came up with the plan. They are his favourites, we're safe!" Said Tony turning around and drying his hands.

"I'm more bothered about what Jenny will do. She's more than capable with a gun, a knife…hell she's probably as skilled as Gibbs."

"And you are my mossad ninja chick! You'll kick her ass!" He said with a chuckle. "Now go!" He went to slap her ass but found her hand clasped around his wrist. With a wink she walked away, shrugging her jacket on and leaving the apartment. Ziva ran down the steps, fished the keys to her mini out of her bag and drove over to Gibbs' house. The drive was not silent; in fact it was accompanied by a symphony of beeping car horns and swearing.

As she necked on the door she heard a little voice come from behind of it. "Who is it?" Said Kelly in a sing song way.

"It's Ziva Kelly." There was then a sound of locks before the door opened on her beaming face. Kelly then hugged Ziva before she ran inside to find her father. Ziva followed suite, closing the door behind of her. Walking into the kitchen she found Kelly putting stuff in her bag whilst Gibbs sipped his coffee.

"You sure you want her? You don't have to." He said, as he watched her like a hawk.

"Yes Gibbs. She is a pleasure to have." She said smiling at Kelly. "You ready?"

"Yep!" she said before running over to her father and hugging him. He kissed her on her forehead and she smiled. "Bye bye daddy."

"See ya Kel'. Have fun!"

"Yes Sir!" She said saluting with a giggle before walking out of the house with Ziva. They placed the bag on the back seat and got into the car. "Is operation 'cupid' all set up?" asked the red head.

"Who was it who came up with that name?" questioned Ziva with a smirk.

"Tony." Laughed the little girl.

"Figures." She mumbled. "And to answer your previous question yes special agent Kelly, everything is in place."

"Good. So what is Jenny like?" She asked as they pulled up at the airport.

"Wait and see." Said the older woman as they got out of the car and she took the little girls hand before they walked over to the arrivals.

Jenny Shepard grabbed her bags from the luggage carousel. For some reason she was nervous. IT was not though the thought of being back in the city where her former lover lived, after all she had been back numerous times on business. But it was the fact that she was going to a diner this evening at which there would be people from NCIS. She was sure as to whether Jethro would be there, she knew Ziva worked with him yet she also remembered how hard it was to get the stubborn pain in the ass out of his basement. Part of her wanted him to be there, she wanted o show him what she had become, see how he was. Yet the other part of her, the part o her who remembered that night when she had left, that part of her was not sure if she would be able to cope with the pain all over again.

Her red hair fell below her shoulder blades and had long layers with a sweeping fringe. She wore a pair of straight leg jeans which fit perfectly. On her top half was a white fitted blouse with a long pendant around her neck. On her feet was a pair of brown tan leather stilettos with wooden heels. She wore a Mac and had a big leather bag over her shoulder and was pulling her case. Her makeup was light and natural without being invisible. She walked out into the busy arrivals and looked around for her friend, placing her oversized sunglasses on her nose as she looked around. She spotted the Israeli stood by the window with a young red head. Slightly confused yet glad to see her friend she walked over. Ziva saw her and smiled walking over to meet her.

The two old friends hugged one another. "Shalom Jen."

"Shalom Ziva, and congratulations, I haven't seen you in person to say it yet."

"Thank you." Said the brunette with a smile.

"Can I see the ring?" Ziva held her left hand out with a smile and the red head looked at the gold band with three small diamonds in it. IT was simple yet sophisticated and gorgeous. "Oh Ziva, it's gorgeous and I'm so jealous!" Laughed Jenny. She looked down to see the little girl looking up at her. Bending down slightly she smiled. "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm Kelly Gibbs." Jenny froze for a moment and looked up at Ziva who just smiled. Jenny managed to regain her composure and face reality after a few moments. "It's nice to meet you Miss Shepard, my dad has told me a lot about you."

"He has?" Jenny asked, looking at the girl. Her big eyes and long hair.

"Yeah, I asked how he and my mummy met and you were in the story. You were the lady he was in love with. And for the record, I don't hate you for leaving him." Jenny was amazed by how mature the little girl was. But seeing her was hard, it made Jenny see that Jethro had moved on a lot more than her, and in a way that hurt. Because whilst she had ended it, she had hoped she meant more to him than just a fling. But the little girl – Kelly – saying he loved her was tough to hear. He'd never told her how he felt, and then the little girl was?

"Come on you two, let's go and get some drinks." Said Ziva and she noticed the emotion that was seeping through her friend's mask of no emotion. Jenny smiled and took Kelly's other hand as they walked out.

Twenty minutes later they sat at a table in a coffee shop in the city. Kelly was sat drinking a hot chocolate and blueberry muffin whilst Ziva and Jenny had coffees. There were photos of the place that Jenny owned scattered on the table. There were pictures of many wedding that had been held there too; large and big, simple and grand. "It's beautiful Jenny. You do an amazing job." Said the brunette.

"Thank you Zi. It couldn't be more different from NCIS, but I love it. Making people have an amazing day, seeing their smiles. IT is worth it. I lost so much to the agency; I don't think I could ever go back." Jenny smiled.

"Ziva?" Asked Kelly, looking at the Israeli.

"Yes Kelly."

"Are you having a big wedding?"

"No Kelly, I want a little one, with just the team, you, Abby, Ducky and Jenny."

"So I can come?"

"Yes, of course you can, I want you to be my brides maid."

"Really?!"

"Yes."

"Yey!" Squealed the little girl with a big smile. "I think you should have yellow lilies in you bouquet with little white flowers."

"Sounds like you're going to be doing my job soon." Said Jenny laughing.

"I think that sounds really nice." Said Ziva with a smile. "What do you think of white and lemon as a colour scheme?"

"I think we could make it work."

They sat there talking about the wedding for a long time, sat there discussing colours and bouquets, talking about whether they wanted an indoor or outdoor reception. In the end they had a vague plan sorted out. And so the group got up and made their way over to Ziva's flat. Jenny wanted to meet Tony and was staying in their spare room for the trip. They walked into the fault and Jenny smiled. "Nice place." She said with a smile.

"It's a bit different from the dump we stayed in in Cairo."

"Just a little." Jenny laughed. She watched as a very handsome man walked out and smiled at her.

"You must be Jenny?" He said with a big smile.

"And you must be Tony. I always knew you had taste Ziva." She said as she walked over. "Now you listen here." She said seriously. "She may be mossad, but I'm trained by the best, you hurt her and it won't just be Ziva you have to worry about, got it?"

"Yes ma'am." He said seriously.

"Good, well then with that over it's nice to meet you Tony." The Italian just laughed and showed the red head to her room. As Jenny stood there and listened to the sound of the traffic outside, she remembered the days when she had called DC home. The day when she truly knew the meaning of the word family.