Title: In the summer time

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters on NCIS, I'm just borrowing them for the story.

A/N: This chapter is mostly Ziva's POV. I will be switching between which one of the kids will be doing the telling from their perspective. This time it fell on Ziva though.

CHAPTER 2

First meeting

Gibbs and Jenny were at the airport awaiting the first two arrivals. Gibbs was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets completely relaxed while his fiance was rummaging through her handbag, searching for her wallet.

Gibbs glanced at her, a small smile playing at his lips. "Jen?"

"Yes." she answered a little too fast.

"Are you nervous about meeting our summer kids?"

"No. Why would you ask that?"

"You've been searching through your bag for seven minutes and thirty seconds now without finding what you're looking for."

"So?" she said in an annoyed tone of voice and fixed him with a stare.

"Your bag isn't that big." he said and grinned slightly.

She drew in a breath and sighed. "I know, Jethro. I just can't seem to focus today."

He gave her a look she was familiar with and answered "I think you know why, Jen."

"I know. I guess I just really need a cigarette."

"I told you you shouldn't have picked up that habit in the first place. Then you wouldn't be having this problem now."

"I really don't need a lecture right now, Jethro. You know my cover in Paris required that I smoked. "

Gibbs let out a small laugh. "Oh yeah, once." he said holding up a finger close to her face.

Not really needing to say more on the subject Jenny left to go to the gift shop to buy some chocolate instead. She figured it might help her cravings some. Gibbs remained in his place against the wall, looking up at the board stating the arrivals of the airplanes. The girl Ziva, whose mother was an old friend of Jenny's, and the boy Anthony would be arriving around the same time. With only fifteen minutes between them. They had both been informed to head for the cafe which Gibbs was standing next to as soon as they got off their planes, so he figured they would soon make an appearance. He was well aware none of the kids they had agreed to take in knew each other and he wondered how they would take to each other.

===================%%%Ziva's POV%%%=============================

This was how I first met Anthony Santo DiNozzo Jr.

I spotted it. My suitcase. There it was in its green luster coming towards me on the baggage carousel. Finally, I might add. I had been waiting for ever it seemed to set my eyes on it. It was probably more like ten minutes but who was counting anyway. My feet were finally off that airplane which had almost bored me to death the last hour. I had had to sit and listen to the old couple in front of me argue about the hotel they had chosen in Washington. The old lady wanted something more expensive and luxurious than the choice they had made and the old man wanted something cheaper so they could do more sightseeing instead. The last fifteen minutes I had held my fingers in my ears to try to keep from hearing their constant loud bickering. They reminded me of being forced to listen to my parents when they were in the same room.

But now I was off the plane and at the airport. The last thing my mother had told me before she had taken me to the airport in Tel Aviv, was that my first priority as soon as I got off the plane was to be to find the cafe called Rest where her friend, Special Agent Jenny Shepard, and her boyfriend Jethro Gibbs would be waiting for me. My intent was to do just that, but something caught my attention. Actually everything caught my attention. I just needed to explore a little first. Have a look around. It was the first time I was on my own and before I went to see the next two adults in my life who I figured would start dishing out orders I wanted to take a look around.

I grabbed my green suitcase and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I then started walking determinedly towards the exit, following the stream of adults trying to get to their next flight or perhaps to meet whoever was waiting to take them home. I walked through something that resembled a tunnel and at the end of it emerged into a really big area with different gates to different airplanes. There were people everywhere and lots of desks and self check ins. I quickly noticed the looks people were giving me. Some were staring at me, as if I were lost or something. Then again maybe it wasn't common for a ten year old girl to be walking around the airports alone in the U.S. A sudden feeling struck me though. A feeling that I was being watched. I looked around but could not see anyone in particular so I just shrugged it off for the time being. I quickly scanned the place for somewhere interesting to head to. I noticed a really big escalator and went for it, leaving my green suitcase for the moment because it was too big to drag behind me. The escalator lead me up to the highest point from where I could see everything. It was amazing! I stood there for a minute taking in how truly big the airport was. Then I decided it was time to pay the gift shop a visit. I jumped up on the escalator railing and allowed it to bring me safely to the ground. When my feet touched the ground I felt someone grab the back of my coat. I slowly turned my head and saw a large man standing there shaking his head at me with a scowl. For a moment I panicked. What did he want with me?

"Young lady, what you just did was veeery dangerous." he scolded while wagging his finger in my face. "Where are your parents?"

I kept quiet. Hoping he would let me go.

"Are you traveling without your parents?" he asked in a suspicious tone. Since he asked and the simple answer to his question was yes I simply nodded, thinking he would let me go then. Instead an almost devilish grin appeared on his face and he started pulling me behind the escalator. That's when I took my eyes off his face and let them wander to the rest of him. He did not exactly look like a traveling business man. He was dirty and had a duffel bag in his other hand. He was wearing a dark winter coat, even though it was summer, and army boots with untied laces. I came to the sudden realization that he had been watching me since I got out of the tunnel and that he now intended to rob me. In just a few short seconds we were behind the escalator. It was like a small dark room back there. He had his big hand covering my mouth, preventing me from screaming for help. It was dark but I could still see his ugly face and he was hideous alright. "Hand over your money." he hissed and took hold of my backpack while it was still on me, trying to pull it open while keeping a firm hold of my arm.

I was scared but did my best to fight him off and break his hold on me. I felt I was getting closer to freeing myself when suddenly I saw a figure appear behind him in the dark. It was a person! A person who was only slightly taller than myself. As he got closer I realized that it was a boy. I could tell by the way he moved. He had a sweatshirt on with a name on it. At first I could not tell what it said. But as my eyes got used to the dim light I could read the letters: T- O- N- Y. He was lurking closer to us, as quietly as possible evidently. Although that wasn't very quiet to my taste. This kid had obviously no experience in how to move without making noise and had the man not had his hand covering my mouth I would have sighed at the attempt. The man seemed too busy trying to get my back pack open to notice the boy who was now standing right behind him. I got the impression he had not thought much farther than to get close to the man because he now seemed to be looking around for something to use to knock him out with. Unfortunately there was nothing nearby. Which was not that surprising considering we were behind an escalator. People did not exactly go there to admire the decorum.

A muffled "Let go of me." came from my mouth. I tried to make as much noise as possible to keep him distracted and divert the attention from the boy so he would not notice him. Suddenly the boy dropped to his knees right behind the man and started fiddling with something on the floor. It was too dark for me to see what it was but all the dirty man had to do was take a single step back and he would bump into the boy. I felt sweat trickle down my forehead as I struggled to free myself.

"Hold still, you little brat." he huffed. "Or I'll do something you will regret."

He pulled out the purse with the money my mom had given me and his face broke into a smile and he licked his dry lips with content. At last he let go of me and pushed me to the ground. As he shoved the purse into his pocket I took the opportunity to kick his leg as hard as I could. Maybe that was stupid but I just could not help myself. I was angry with him now and that anger took over for a second before it was again accompanied by fear. The sound that came from him was something of a snarl and he raised his hand, looking ready to strike me. He started to advance on me but got no further than one step before he started toppling forward. With a look of surprise he lost his balance and fell, hitting the floor hard.

I looked over at the boy who laughed and smiled at his own victory. He had managed to tie the man's shoelaces together, causing the fall. He signaled for me to get over to him. I quickly snapped out of my astonishment and took a jump over the dirty man who did not yet seem to have grasped what had happened to him. His hands were still free though and he had not hit his head so it was only a matter of time before he came to his senses and freed himself. If we were still nearby at that time I was sure we would be in even worse trouble.

When I reached the boy we both ran out from behind the escalator and kept running as fast as we could, searching for somewhere to hide. It was confusing and big and lots of people. We could not see where we were going. I turned my head and looked back. And I saw what I had been hoping not to see. There he was! The dirty man! Only...without his shoes. He came running towards us in nothing but socks and he looked pissed. I suppose the fact that he came chasing after us could have had something to do with the fact that I had managed to snatch back my purse which had been sticking out of his pocket before we ran. But I was pretty convinced he was also after us for revenge.

I tapped the boy's shoulder and pointed at the dirty man. His eyes grew big and he looked around for an escape rout. His face lit up when he spotted a boarding gate with only one flight attendance present. He was preparing to let people board the plane and was focused on the screen in front of him. Suddenly I felt the boy grab my arm and start dragging me towards the gate. I had a bad feeling about this but having no better plan myself I just let go and followed, running close behind him. We ran as fast as we could straight past the flight attendance, almost knocking him to the ground in the process. I could hear him yell for us to stop and my new companion yelled back; "Sorry! You should look where you're standing!" as if we had acted completely normal by entering a forbidden area. We kept running until we reached a stairwell that led to the exit where the passengers would leave the building and walk the remaining distance out to the plane. We halted and took a few seconds to catch our breaths.

"Boy, I don't think I've run that fast since I tried to outrun a train last summer."

I looked at him, puzzled. "I am not a boy. And why would you want to outrun a train instead of riding inside it?" I asked.

He frowned, "What?" he never had time to explain what he had just said before both our heads shot up at hearing the same thing. It was the sound of someone running close behind us. "Oh boy, here he comes again!"

"Does he ever give up?" I asked and sighed.

We both looked out at the airfield and all the airplanes out there. Some were moving, others standing still. I knew we were not allowed out there. No one was. The boy looked positively elated though and somehow that seemed to rub off on me and set off my adventurous spirit. I took a step outside and felt the wind in my dark brown hair. "Okay, so where are going anyway?"

"Anywhere is better than that way." he said, pointing at the way we had come from and the direction of the sound of the foot steps.

I looked at him, "Agreed." and we took off running again. This time we headed out into the runway. But we looked over our shoulder first to make sure there was no plane coming in for landing. We ran as fast as we could but had time to glance up at the pilot's face when we rushed past an airplane getting ready for takeoff. He looked quite surprised and perhaps also a little shocked for some reason and he pointed after us and yelled something that we could not hear through the glass window he was seated behind.

After having kept going for a while I looked back and was met by an unusual and quite humorous sight. It was the dirty man pursuing us fast. He was pretty fast for someone with no shoes on. Behind him three flight attendances were running trying desperately to catch up at the same time as they were waving their arms up and down and yelling for us to stop.

The boy took hold of my hand and we ran even faster. It was kind of fun. Although I was starting to wonder how I would explain why I was so late to Agents Gibbs and Shepard later.

I was a pretty good runner, but this boy was fast. I could feel him tugging at my hand to try and get me to keep up with him, but I was getting more and more winded. A strange loud noise could be heard coming from somewhere but did not have the time to try to see what was causing it at that point. "We have to try to loose them somewhere!" I yelled, panting. That was when the noise all of a sudden became almost unbearably loud. We both turned our heads and looked up into the sky. And there, not very far away, was an airplane coming in for landing on the same runway we were on. Maybe that was what the flight attendances had been trying to tell us.

"I think we just lost them!" he yelled to me, trying to shout over the noise of the approaching airplane. The good news was that there were no longer anyone chasing after us.

=================%%%Same time by the gift shop%%%=========================

Gibbs glanced at the watch on his left wrist. Where were those kids? They still had to pick up Tim at the train station and he didn't want the kid to get the feeling he was abandoned while waiting for them by himself. That could be a scary experience for a nine year old. He sighed and moved over to where Jenny was standing by a window, staring out at the runways where the airplanes kept coming in. They had searched the entire place, looking everywhere for Anthony and Ziva but no, they were nowhere to be seen. They had even asked security if they had seen two kids wandering around but the answer had been no.

"Their plane came in forty five minutes ago, Jethro. They should be here."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they should."

"What if something's happened to them."

Leroy Jethro Gibbs leaned his forehead against the big glass window and sighed. He was about to say something to calm his fiance's mind when he spotted something. It was not very often he forgot to close his mouth in surprise but this was one of those few times that he couldn't hide his astonishment. He quickly recovered though and stood up straight and stared out the immense glass window. His gaze was locked on the brown haired boy and even darker brown haired girl wearing a yellow sundress, that he saw running in the distance, followed by a rugged man and group of flight personnel.

He finally found his voice again. "Oh don't worry, Jen. What could possibly have happened." he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jenny, detecting the sarcasm frowned and spun around to explain the seriousness of the situation to him. As she stood facing the window she let out a small squeal at the sight before her eyes and then added, "Oh crap."

======%%%%To be continued%%%=======

A/N: So that was the second chapter. Please review and let me know what you think.