Rifiuto: Non Miriena

"Ima?" All three adults turned as the boys entered, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

"Hey, what are you two doing up?" Tim asked, as Asher went to his father.

"Heard voices." Liron whispered, going to Ziva. "Tali Doda!" His aunt chuckled softly as the little boy climbed into his mother's lap and then leaned over, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, before the boy settled back down.

"What is wrong?" Asher asked, as Tim pulled his oldest onto his lap. Tim shook his head, brushing the dark curls off his son's forehead.

"Nothing, sweetheart, why?" The boy turned to look at his father, giving him a glare he'd obviously inherited from his mother. Tim's green eyes darted from his son to his wife and sister-in-law and back. Ziva chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Liron's head. Sighing, he replied, "There... is just someone here who is looking to hurt Ima and Tali Doda. But I am not going to let that happen. And neither are Tony or Vance or Mr. Gibbs, okay?"

"Who?" Asher asked, glancing between his parents. Ziva and Tim locked eyes, and after a moment, Ziva whispered,

"We might as well tell them, Tim. They will find out soon enough." He nodded, swallowing.

"I know, I just... was hoping to avoid this." Asher watched his father.

"Avoid who, Abba?" Tim closed his eyes, memories of Eli David flashing before him.

"Your grandfather." Asher's brow furrowed and he turned to Ziva.

"Mr. Grandpa Gibbs? But... but you said-"

"No, not Mr. Grandpa Gibbs, my angel. And not Mr. Gibbs. Or Ducky."

"Then who?" The boy asked, turning back to his father. Slowly, Tim opened his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Abba?"

"Eli David, the Director of Mossad. He is your... maternal grandfather." Tim whispered. "He is... Ima and Tali Doda's father."

"Is he bad?" Tim swallowed, nodding.

"Yes, sweetheart, he's very, very bad." Then, he gently shifted Asher back to his feet before getting up.

"Abba-"

"Let him go, my angel. Abba just needs to clear his head for a moment. I will go talk to him in a few moments. Give him some time to catch his breath." Ziva whispered, as Asher went to the sofa and climbed up beside her.

Her nails dug into his back, small, blunt crescent moons that left their mark in his flesh, as she clung to him. His lips found the curve of her neck, and he sucked and nipped at the pulse beating steadily at his lips. One hand moved up to tangle in his hair, as he trailed his fingers down her side, briefly finding the soft curve of her hip before moving further and slipping over the meat of her thigh. He trailed his fingers up the inside, gently caressing her soft flesh before tenderly parting her legs.

"Tim?"

Her breathy moans sent his heart leaping, and as he entered her, he soon found his own fingers tangling in her hair, as his lips assaulted the soft flesh of her throat once again. Her nails dug into his back as he filled her. She hugged his hips, urging him deeper into her, to which he obliged, moving deeper into her, filling her to the brink, even as their screams mixed. "Tim!"

"Tim?" She reached out, laying a hand on his shoulder, and he jumped, turning from the mirror. Ziva stood behind him, concern in her dark eyes as she watched the water drip off his chin. Quickly, she reached up, taking his face in her hands; his skin was chilled from the water he'd splashed. "Timothy, are you okay?"

He nodded, forcing himself to swallow the shame he felt rising in his throat. "Yeah, I... I'm fine." He whispered, pulling away and grabbing a hand towel.

"Are you sure? You are not acting okay." He sighed, turning back to her.

"I just... we've lived for so long without any disturbance, and suddenly, my father and yours show up?" She followed him into the bedroom, leaning against the doorway as he took a seat on the bed. "I... I'm just expecting something awful to happen, I guess." A moment passed before she dropped onto the bed beside him. "You and Asher coming into my life, our marriage, Liron's birth, you gaining your citizenship, Zipporah's birth... it all just seems too good to be true. Call it old Irish superstition, I guess." Silent, she reached out, taking his hand as she scooted closer and wrapped her other hand around his bicep.

"I am worried too." She whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. "I have never see Tali so... frightened... but only our father can cause that kind of fear." She sniffled, tilting her head and brushing a kiss to his shoulder. "What do we do?" Tim sighed.

"Well, we find out why he's here, and we keep track of him, put a BOLO out if need be. And... once we know why he's here and what he wants, then we bring him in."

"You make it sound so easy." Ziva replied, as Tim chuckled softly. He squeezed her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips and brushing a kiss to them.

"I wish it was. But I'll try to make it as easy as possible." She gave him a small smile, before he got up. "I'll let you get dressed." Then, with a quick kiss, he slipped out of the room.

Tali looked up as Tim came back into the living room. "You okay?" He nodded as he went to the sofa and scooped his daughter into his arms. The little girl giggled, reaching for his lips, which Tim immediately used to kiss her small hand.

'Yeah, I'm okay, just... just trying to think up the best way to handle this. Call it the Field Agent in me." Tali chuckled, as Asher curled into her side and Liron climbed into her lap.

"Thank you, Tim. You don't have to-" He waved it away.

"I'm married to your sister. Ziva's the mother of my children, Tali. You, you're family. And family..." He glanced back as Ziva came into the kitchen, buttoning her blouse. "we protect our own."