Hello everybody! How has life been treatin' y'all? I'm sorry that I haven't been writing lately, but the only thing that I have to say about that is that basketball has started. I have no idea why the teachers give us so much homework, we go to school 8 hours a day just to go home and do 2 hours of homework! Life is so not fair! Well thats what you get when you go to a "spoiled rich kid" school. Well, at least thats what them public school kids call us private school kids. Even though it is so not true! I can promise you; I am neither spoiled nor rich.
Well, whatever. You don't to hear about my resent bullying problems. Lets get on with the story, yes?
Megan grabbed her jacket and slipped out the front door of Ziva's apartment. She didn't need to be listening to the conversation that she knew was going to be taking place between the two adults sitting on the couch.
She wandered down the street and found herself at Gibbs' house. She knew that he kept his door open, and from the research that she had done; she also knew where to him.
She walked down the wooden stairs of the basement. "Hello, Gibbs." she said when Gibbs looked up at her.
He nodded in her acknowledgment; "Hello."
Gibbs walked over to her and looked her in the eyes, he took notice to the fact that they were red; "Can I help you?"
Megan shook her head; "No. I just didn't know where else to go." Megan told him, leaning up against the railing with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Why aren't you with Ziva?" he asked her.
"Tony is over. He and Ziva are talking about some information that I just spilled on them." Megan said with a shrug over her shoulders, but Gibbs could see something in her eyes that it was more important to her than she was letting on with her casual manner.
"So, you want to talk about it?" Gibbs asked, pulling up two work benches for the two of them to sit on.
Megan sat down and smiled slightly; "Gibbs, I have not known you that long, but I have known you long enough to know that you are not a 'man of many words', so to say." she said to him.
"Well, how about you talk and I listen. Better?" he asked with a small smile. This conversation brought back so many memories from his past life with Shannon and Kelly, he wanted this conversation with Megan to last forever so that he could keep these pictures close to him.
"Well, there is one thing that you should know about who I am." Megan started. Then taking a deep breath, she went on; "I am Tony and Ziva's daughter." she told Gibbs.
The shock of the news was evident on the older man's face has he registered what Megan had just said to him; "What? When?" he muttered.
"When they were undercover as married assassins, I believe." Megan replied.
"They weren't actually supposed to have sex! They knew that!" Gibbs said, unable to keep the shock and slight frustration out of his voice.
"They wanted it to seem real to whoever was watching them." Megan said.
"Seem being the key word." Gibbs said shaking his head. This was really going to mess up his team. He just hoped that it all worked out in the end and that nothing bad would happen. He had a gut feeling that Tony and Ziva would be able to make this work. "You know, maybe it was for the better. Now you are here with us, and things might start looking up."
"Thank you!" Megan said, walking over to Gibbs and giving him a hug.
Gibbs responded by wrapping his arms around the girl and holding her close. He really did like this girl. She hoped that his agents could work this out everything so that they could give this girl the life that she deserved. The life that was denied to her by none other than Eli David.
"You really should go back to the apartment, Megan." He told her once he had released her from his grasp.
"I don't know . . . I would rather not." Megan replied, looking down.
"Well how about you stay here and help me with my boat and I will take you in with me tomorrow? How's that?" Gibbs asked her.
Megan nodded. For some reason, Gibbs was the only person that had ever made her feel comfortable enough to let her walls down long enough so that they could see what she was really thinking. How she was really feeling. For some reason, she could just see it in his eyes; she could feel it, that Gibbs was not going to betray her. No matter what. "That sounds good." she replied.
Gibbs nodded and then walked back over to his boat. He grabbed a sander and held it out for Megan to take.
"You have no idea how long that I have been waiting to do that." Tony chuckled; giving Ziva that classic Tony smile.
Ziva nodded; "Tony. I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. You don't need to have anything to do with Megan if you don't want to. But I am not letting Megan go back to Israel, back to my father. No way. Not going to happen." Ziva said firmly.
Tony thought for a second; "Yes, I can understand that. And I respect that." he paused, taking a second to think his next few sentences over carefully, as to not make any mistakes, "I know that if I say right off that I will never leave you and Megan that it will just seem like I am saying that for the moment. But I need you to truly believe me when I say that I am serious when I say that I am really not going to be leaving you any time soon. I love you way to much to do that." Tony told her honestly; truly meaning every word of it.
Ziva nodded again through the tears that she could no longer hold back; "I believe you." Ziva said, "I really do. But you have to know that it is not going to be easy. My father is going to want Megan back, and I just can't let that happen. There will most likely be a lot of hard fights if we want to keep her here." Ziva told him.
"Yes, I know. I am willing to do whatever it takes to go the distance." Tony replied, grabbing Ziva's hands and kissing her knuckles. "Where did Megan go, anyways?" Tony asked, looking around.
"I have a feeling I know where she went." Ziva said with a smile.
