A/N I know that Ziva was a bit out of character during the last chapter. Hopefully this will make up for it. Reviews are appreciated and loved. Remember, I own nothing except the children in this story...

Ziva David stared out the window of her apartment. She could not believe that Tony was back. She had been waiting for this day for over eight years. She had always wondered what she would say, what she would do. She had never been able to come up with an answer. How would she ever be able to explain the secret that she had been keeping for eight years. She had sworn the rest of the team to secrecy once she realized that he was back to stay. However, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he found out. When he did, she knew that he would be hurt and even angry. She just hoped that he could forgive her.

She was drawn out of her thoughts by a sharp knocking on the door. She rushed to answer it. She was surprised to see Tony standing on the other side. She whispered softly, "Tony. What are you doing here?"

Tony smiled that smile that she had always loved and said, "Came to get you. It't not a party without everyone there."

"I told Gibbs that I am sick."

"Are you really sick Zee-vah or are you simply avoiding me?"

She laughed a bit more harshly than was probably necessary, "Avoiding you? Hardly. I am sick Tony."

He laughed and asked, "Can I come in? At least for a few minutes."

Before she could answer, he pushed his way inside. She watched as he went and sat down on the couch. It wasn't long before he noticed the pictures on her counter. He looked over at her and then back to the pictures. One picture stood out amongst the others. It was a picture of a little girl. She had her father's eyes and smile. He looked at Ziva and whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did not know before you left. Then, I tried to find you and came to dead ends.. After awhile, I knew that you did not wish to be found."

"How old is she?"

"She will be eight in December."

Tony felt as if the wind had been knocked from his chest. He had another daughter. A daughter he hadn't known existed until a few minutes ago. He looked at her and whispered, "What is her name?"

"Gracie Marie."

For the second time in as many minutes, he felt the air leave his body. He didn't know where he go the strength to speak as he whispered, "You named her Gracie?"

Ziva nodded, "It is a fitting name."

"It was my mother's name."

Ziva nodded, "I know. I had not known her name until I asked Gibbs. When he told me, I knew that there was no other name for her."

He whispered, "Where is she?"

"She is with her friends. Sleepover."

He had a million questions for her, but instead said, "I wish I had known Zi... I would have made so many other choices."

Ziva shook her head sadly. She did not believe that Tony meant those words. If he had not left all those years ago, he would not have his children. She knew that despite everything that had happened to him, his children meant the world to him, "I do no believe you Tony. What about your children?"

"She is one of my children Ziva. I want to be a part of her life. I want her to know her brother and sisters. How could you have kept her from me for all these years?"

Ziva was silent. She could not respond. Finally, she whispered, "Maybe I did not want to share her with you. I did try to find you Tony."

Tony whispered harshly, "I'm sure you tried real hard Ziva."

"You wanted nothing to do with NCIS! We were your family Tony! And what did you do? You tossed us aside for that bitch that wanted nothing more than to make your life a living hell! She tried to frame you for murder! But you still went back to her! Like a dog with it's tail between it's legs!"

Tony looked at her and whispered, "That's not fair and you know it."

Ziva shook her head and said, "No! What's not fair is that you threw away what we had. I loved you Tony! I would have done anything for you, but it was not enough. Nothing I could have done would have stopped you. You just threw everything away and for what? A few years of heartache and pain!"

"You don't know anything about me Zee-vah! You don't know what love is! You never could open up your heart to anyone else. At least anyone that didn't fit your idea of perfect!"

Ziva reacted by slapping his cheek and whispering, "Get out Tony. I never want to see you again."

"Well Zee-vah, that will be a little difficult since we have a daughter together."

"It is not so difficult Tony! You have ignored her for almost eight years. We do not need you in our lives. I have managed just fine without you Tony! Now get out of my house!"

"This isn't over Ziva."

Ziva shook her head sadly, "It was over a long time ago Tony. You just never realized what you had in me."

Ziva watched as he turned and left her apartment. Once he left, she walked into her bedroom and laid down on her bed. She let the tears roll silently down her cheek. She knew that she would always love him, but she could never trust him not to leave again. She closed her eyes and let the tears fall silently on her pillow.

Meanwhile, Tony drove around aimlessly. He had never been quite this angry. He couldn't get it out of his mind that he had another daughter. He knew that a lot of what Ziva had said was the truth. He hadn't wanted to face it before this. He had gotten lost in the moment and never quite thought about what it would do to her. He had been in love with her. So madly in love that he'd thought about asking her to marry him. He knew that he wasn't good enough for her though. She needed someone that could give her everything she could ever ask for. Everything she ever wanted. So, when he saw Jeanne again, he'd thrown away all his common sense and went after her.

He slammed his hand on the steering wheel. If he had known that she was pregnant he would have some back and done the right thing. However, she hadn't given him that chance. He wondered if she really had tried to find him or if that was just an easy way out. He guessed that he would never really know. He just knew that he wanted to have a relationship with his daughter. Even if it meant that he would have to be civil with Ziva. He could do civil, but he had been upset at the angry words and had let his emotions get the better of him.

He got back to his house and sat behind the wheel of his car. He needed to cool down before he went to rejoin his family. He had finally cooled down a bit and got out of the car. The kids saw him and ran to give him a hug. He smiled and for the moment at least, everything felt better again.

At least until he saw his friends. Although he knew that it hadn't been their place to tell them about Gracie. He really had no one to blame but himself. He just wished that someone would tell him how on earth he could fix this mess that he'd created out of his life. He wondered when life had got so complicated and wished for a simple solution. He had a funny feeling that there was no simple solution to this mess. He hoped that he and Ziva could talk like adults and work something out. Something that was best for everyone involved….