Here is the newest chap, a bit fluffy, kinda weird, im not really happy with it.

Chapter 38 – Warm Acceptance

Tony walked into the bullpen holding two cardboard box trays with hot drinks in them, Kate and McGee jumped up to get their coffee, Ziva grabbed her tea and McGee took the other tea to take down to Abby. Kate grabbed Gibbs' coffee and put it on his desk on the way to her own.

"Report." Said Gibbs as he walked in and dropped an empty coffee cup in the bin before grabbing his new one.

"Nothing on the BOLO." Said Ziva,

"I called his wife, she said he sometimes goes out and doesn't return for a night of two, she doesn't seem particularly worried." Said Tony,

"Kate?" Asked Gibbs,

"Oh, I have nothing Gibbs."

"Go down and help Abby."

"McGee just-"

"With forensics Kate, there's a whole car that needs dusting and searching." Kate grabbed her coffee and walked to the elevator,

Gibbs looked at Tony and Ziva and told them to find anything on their guy before he walked up to the Directors office.

"Wake me when Gibbs comes back." Muttered Tony as he lent back in his chair,

"No Tony, if I can stay awake, you can. Especially since you can drink coffee but I can't."

Tony groaned, "You're killing me." Ziva just laughed at him.

The elevator dinged but neither of them paid it any attention as they worked.

"Excuse me," Said a small female voice in Hebrew, Ziva looked up, "Can you help me? I'm looking for my mother."

Ziva looked at the girl; she had black curly hair down to just above her shoulders, a thick fringe covering half of her face. Her skin was toned but not tanned and her voice had a London accent.

"What is her name?" Ziva asked also in Hebrew,

"Ziva; Ziva David."

Ziva gasped and her eyes went wide, "Catryn?"

The girl nodded and Ziva jumped up and engulfed her in a hug, talking rapidly in Hebrew to the girl.

"I never would have let you go if I knew what my father had planned, I was only sixteen and he had Samara take you from me. I never forgot you, never, I prayed for you every night. My father is a horrible man. How did you get here? Where is Samara? Did Michael do this? Catryn, my baby girl, it has been so long."

Catryn had stared to cry and was clinging to Ziva tightly, "Ima and Papa died, and so did Matthew. I had to find you, Pop- Steven" She corrected herself, "told me I was adopted and Ima finally told me of you, Papa even gave me photos. I had to find you, there's no one else for me to go to."

"Shhh, it is ok my child, shh, I am here and I'll look after you. I have missed you so much."

Catryn looked up at her mother; they looked quite alike except Ziva's hair was dark brown, not black.

"You'll take me in?" Whispered Catryn,

"You are my daughter, of course I'll take you in, but first, there are some things we need to do."

Ziva looked at Tony and he looked back.

"Who's this?" He asked,

"Tony." Said Ziva, "This is Catryn… she is my daughter."

Tony looked between Catryn and Ziva, he saw the similarities. He stood and grabbed his coffee and started to walk away.

"Tony!" Called Ziva,

He turned and walked to her, "Relax Ziva, I just need to clear my head, ok? I'll be back." He took her hand and squeezed it before walking passed Catryn and toward the elevator.

"Who was that?" Asked Catryn in English,

"That was Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, my fiancé."

"Do you live with him?"

"Yes."

"Do you live in a house?"

"We do."

There was a pause.

"What do I call you?" Asked Catryn suddenly,

Ziva thought, "You can call me Ziva if you are not comfortable calling me Ima."

"Can I call you mum?"

"Of course Catryn."

"Trina."

"What?"

"My nick name. I get called Trina."

"Trina." Agreed Ziva, "I must take you shopping on Saturday." She said eyeing Trina's bags, "I have twelve years of birthdays and holidays to make up for."

"You don't have too." Said Catryn, "Pop gave me some money."

"Pop?"

"Peter's Dad."

"Peter is Samara's second husband, yes?"

"Yes."

"I will still take you; we have much catching up to do."

"Ok Mum."

Ziva hugged her again.

"What?" Asked Trina,

"I have wanted to hear you say that since the day I found out I was pregnant. Now, we must go see my boss, she will need to alter my file." She held out her hand and Trina took it,

They walked up the stairs to Jenny's office; Ziva stopped and faced Cynthia,

"Cynthia, I need to see the Director."

Cynthia nodded and picked up the phone, "Director, Officer David is here to see you."

The door to Jenny's office opened and Gibbs was revealed,

"Gibbs. Good, I need to speak to you too." Said Ziva, and she and Trina walked into the room, "Jen, this is Catryn."

"Trina." Corrected Catryn,

"You found her?" Asked Jenny, shocked,

"No; she found me."

"Tony?"

"He knows; he has gone to think. He is a bit, hell shocked."

"Shell shocked." corrected Jenny, "Understandable. Ziva under normal circumstances I'd have to give you and Tony leave but…"

"Can you not spare us?"

"Not for long. I'll give you two weeks off and Tony can have one next week, is that ok?"

"It is fine."

"Is someone gonna tell me what the hell is going on?!" Asked Gibbs,

"This is my daughter. She's almost twelve."

"Daughter?"

"Yes. I was sixteen when she was born; my father had her taken from me by Samara. Samara was like an aunt to me, and when she re-married she took Catryn to England, I was sixteen; I had to take my position as a Mossad Officer."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Asked Gibbs,

"For the same reason you didn't tell us of Kelly; it hurt too much."

* * *

Trina relaxed, sitting comfortably as Ziva speed dangerously through the city to their home.

"You will tell me if my driving bother's you, won't you?" Asked Ziva as she narrowly missed ripping the side of the car off with a passing SUV,

"Well…" Trina hesitated, "I'm used to this kind of driving, but… Ima- Samara, and Peter and Mathew were killed in a car collision."

Ziva slowed down and started to obey half of the road rules. "I should not be so reckless anyway."

When they arrived outside the house Ziva and Tony shared, Trina smiled. She got out of the car and collected her suitcase and back pack from the back seat then smiled at her mother.

They walked up to the door and Ziva pushed it open, "Thank you Tony." She called into the house,

Tony walked out of the kitchen with a donut in hand, "What for?" He asked,

Ziva laughed, "For fixing the door."

"I told you I would."

"And I never doubted that." Played Ziva,

"Cheeky." He said before looking down at Catryn, he was surprised she hadn't said anything yet; she seemed a confident, outgoing girl.

Trina looked at Tony. Normally she would have introduced her self or thanked him for being so accommodating, but she wasn't sure what to call him. Tony, Anthony, Sir, Mr. DiNozzo, Dad?

"So Catryn," He said, "I'm Tony, how about you go into the kitchen and get something from the fridge, I'll even let you have one of my donuts if you can find them."

"Thank you Tony." Said Trina before going to the door he had pointed to and searching for the donuts.

She heard Ziva laugh, "You must not be too upset with me, if you are willing to let her eat your donuts."

"I could never stay too upset with you Zee, but I am a bit annoyed that you didn't tell me."

She heard Ziva's sigh of unease, "I wasn't sure how to. I couldn't just spring this onto you, it's not considerate to go up to your fiancé and say 'Hello Darling, just thought you should know that when I was sixteen I had a child out of wedlock that my father sent away with someone I considered an aunt because he thought emotions would ruin my life and I needed to become a trained assassin'."

Tony chuckled, "I guess not. But where will she stay?"

"Here of course, she is not a lost puppy I found in the street, she is my daughter."

"There's no room here."

"She can have the spare room."

"The spare room is taken."

"Tony if you do not want her here then I will stay with her in my apartment. I am not losing her again."

There was a silence and Trina absently nibbled at the donut she had found.

"You'd move out?" Asked Tony in a small whisper,

"If it was necessary."

Another silence;

Then, "I suppose I don't use my study… She can have the spare room and we'll give this one the study."

"Thank you Tony." And Trina heard the sounds of kissing and smiled, but then frowned; what did Tony mean by 'this one'?

She took a big bite of the donut and grinned, strawberry jam was her favourite, 'Or 'jelly' if you're weird and American' She thought,

Trina walked out of the kitchen and smiled, "I am loving this donut."

"Yeah they're pretty good." smiled Tony "An excellent way to clear your head."

Trina laughed, "So what room do I use?"

"Well we won't need the spare room for another six months, so you can have that, and I'll refurnish the study for the little one."

"The little one?" Asked Trina, "Do you have a baby?"

Ziva grinned, "Not yet." And she raised her shirt showing the small bump that was her baby,

"Oh my God!" Squealed Trina, "This is so wonderful!"

Ziva chuckled, "Come on, you must be tired, we will show you to your new room, perhaps we can decorate it for your birthday."

Trina smiled, "Thanks Mum." And they all walked up the stairs,

"This is it." Said Tony; opening the door, "Welcome to the family Kitty."

Next chap set during 6x12 Caged... (Well i think it will be, i haven't written it yet)

Reviews are love!

btw, does anyone think they'll make a fan vid, i just wanna know.