Sorry people. I am updating once a week since last week because I am back at school and this was one of the two stories that I didn't get time to update last weekend.
I will try to update week about but with me in my second to last year of school (Scary...) I will probably get a lot more home work.. I was overwhelmed the frist day back, and I write at night somehow I still do not have time to write :/ So I have started a journal on livejournal that I plan to keep people who are interested posted on reasons why I cannot update if I don't have an update. I will announce on here as well if I do. But please check it out. The link is on my profile below my youtube profile.
This chapter is more of a filler, mainly because I am up to the point where it will start to wrap itself up and am tying some loose ends before building it up a little to answer the final question... So basically, this story will have a few more chapters to go - a few meaning less than fifteen (Just a little lee-way; there will probably be less but I don't like to limit myself much) but more than three.
Now; enough of me :)
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When Ziva had invited the team over to meet Amali, she had expected Amali to become overwhelmed. But she surprisingly didn't mind being the centre of attention and socialised with everyone. She talked to Ducky and Palmer about their jobs then spoke to Abby about hers.
She went to Tony and listened in on his conversation with McGee; then with a cheeky smile she helped gang up on him. Ziva couldn't help but think that they would get along well.
Gibbs watched on and had casual conversations with Ducky and Abby.
This left Ziva and Danyyeil discussing how the new custody agreement would work.
He explained the custody forms and she signed with little hesitation. When he asked if she was sure that her life was safe and stable she justified that she would have the support of every one else in the room. Even if she could get called in at ridiculous hours during the night or morning the hours were shorter and even if they weren't she had friends that could help look after her while she was at work.
As the night drew to a close Palmer was the first to leave, followed by Ducky and McGee. While Abby was talking to Amali; Gibbs and Tony had joined Ziva and Danyyeil in the kitchen.
"Have you found who killed your father yet?" Danyyeil asked.
"I have heard nothing since we left Israel," Ziva replied.
"Do you think there might be a pattern?" He asked.
"What type of pattern?" Tony asked.
"I have just been thinking; your family is dropping like flies Ziva. All you have left is a newly discovered older brother and a mother. That is not including Amali. You are the only tie left to your father. I am. It saying it is anything. But have you considered looking into your sister and brother's death. Because even you have to admit; the reaction to your sister's death was very rash,"
"There is nothing to look into with Ari's death. I was there; I know what happened. And yes the reaction to Tali's death was rash but he had it coming to him," Ziva explained.
"Like I said; just a suggestion. I am no investigator," He said.
"Ziva; Amali's English is good but she does not like using it. So I would suggest that when you talk to her talk in English and encourage her to respond in English," He said.
"Is that what you are doing?"
"Yes,"
"Well, it shouldn't matter. Tony lives here too and I talk to him in English all the time,"
"Yes, but Tony doesn't know Hebrew,"
"He knows Spanish,"
Danyyeil looked down at his watch, "I apologize, but I have to go. I have a flight midmorning and although I just got here we can make a mess. I have to repack," He said.
Gibbs who had stayed quiet the entire conversation decided to talk, "Is any of Amali's belongings in your rental?" He asked.
"Yes, just a few boxes,"
"Need help?"
"If you would like," He said.
"I am going to get Amali," Ziva said as she stood and walked towards the living room. Gibbs followed Ziva before following Tony and Danyyeil out the door.
This allowed them a few minutes alone. Danyyeil wanted to ask a few questions about who the mother of his daughter's boyfriend was like.
"Do you love Ziva?" He asked.
The answer to that question was simple; yes, on so many different levels. But he believed that he and Ziva had a secret way of communicating. They knew what each other were feeling/thinking. Ziva would know that he loves her. He had never said it yet, even though he knew he should - just in case.
"Yes," He replied.
"I am leaving my daughter with you," He stated.
"Yes, Ziva and I have discussed of over the past few weeks,"
"Can I trust that you will do your best to help her and support and protect her?" He asked.
"Ziva's flesh and blood? They shouldn't need protecting," Tony said but when he saw the look on Danyyeil's face at the comment, he continued with a more serious tone, "Yes, I will do all I can to do that. It's basically my job anyway. Protecting people. Why?" Tony asked, "Why do you think I'd still be with Ziva if I felt otherwise?"
"I know you would do all that. I just have this feeling - I believe you call them gut feelings? I have this feeling that something will happen. I just wan to know that I am not just leaving my daughter with one person. I want a stable life for her and a single mother probably isn't the way to go. I know Ziva can support herself but you and her seem to be able to help each other without asking. You being with here would provide stability even if something happens to you or Ziva or me,"
"You understand that Amali is now a member of our little dysfunctional, mismatch family. Now she is here with us. It won't just be Ziva and me. It will be everyone and more you met tonight,"
"I understand," He said as Gibbs walked I've to the car, "Us Ziva ready for this?" He questioned.
"I believe so,"
The next day Ziva accompanied Amali and Danyyeil to the airport. Amali had spent the night with her father. She knew that her father had to leave and Ziva knew it was going to be hard for her.
Danyyeil assured Amali that he would write or call when he had the chance to. He assured Ziva that the custody files would be sent to her lawyer in Israel so that they could be sent to her lawyers there.
He said his final goodbyes and left.
The drive back to the apartment was slow - since Ziva wasn't driving at warp speed. Amali had her feet on the chair and she was holding onto her knees as she looked out the window.
Ziva attempted conversation, "I need to know what kind of school you would prefer to go to. I will need to get you enrolled somewhere soon," She said.
"I do not care," She said.
"Do you want to go shopping for things for your room?" Ziva asked.
"Okay,"
"I have to go into work for a little while to get paperwork to do from home so I don't get too far behind, then we will go,"
Amali nodded.
Over the course of the day, she began to open up to Ziva a little more. Ziva knew it wasn't personal, it was more to do with the fact she had lived her entire life with her father and then the circumstances suddenly changed and now she was living with her mother and her boyfriend.
For Amali's room they had bought a desk, bed frame, and a book shelf - there was already a built in wardrobe in her room.
When Tony came home it was just after dark and there were no lights on except the one down the hall. He followed it and saw Ziva and Amali trying to construct the bookshelf and a half built single bed frame. It was taller then both of them and they had it standing next to wall. Neither of girls could reach the top shelf.
Tony leant against the door frame and laughed before saying, "Do you need help?"
Ziva shot him a look, "No, we are fine,"
But at the same time Amali was nodding.
"What are you trying to do?" He asked.
"We should have done this differently. We should have lied it down, put it together, and then made it stand. But we built it from the ground up,"
"Ever think to get a chair?" He asked.
"Yes, but your chairs are too old," Ziva shot back with a smile as she handed him the screw and screwdriver. He could just see over the top of the last shelf.
"And what about the bed?" He asked.
"We got bored," Amali said.
"No, Amali, you got bored," Ziva stated.
"Do you need help with that too?" He asked.
"Yes please," Amali said.
"I am going to order dinner," Ziva stated.
Tony picked up the instructions for the bed; there were no words. Just pictures, "Looks like you're sleeping on the lounge," He told her.
"No," She said, "Fix it!"
"Okay, once Ziva is off the phone I will ring Gibbs. He will know what to do,"
Half an hour later; Gibbs walked into the apartment demanding where his help was needed.
He sighed slightly before kneeling next to the bed and began finding what pieces go where.
"David, never let DiNozzo near flat pack furniture again," Gibbs said.
Ziva was about to agree when Tony spoke up saying that it was Ziva fault.
It didn't take long for the bed and desk to be built and the bookshelf fixed for more stability.
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