Disclaimer: Had I owned them, Jenny would've never been killed on the show! :'( Yes, I am still hung up on that!

AN: Hello, my darlings! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, things have been very hectic over on my end. School, health issues, then writer's block and a whole other bunch of haba ba looba that you guys probably don't wanna hear about, lol! Anyway, i really hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. I might be updating again sometime this week again, maybe, since I have most of the week off, but please, don't hold your breaths? Last thing I need is Tony and Ziva arresting me for indirect murder :P LOL!

Enjoy guys!

Chapter 2: Rule #13-Broken.

Officer Levy just shrugged, "That is what the will says and we are only following orders..."

"Where does it say that?" Tony started flipping through the documents in his hand, looking for the wording.

"Tony," McGee interrupted, "Everything okay?"

"Probie," Tony handed McGee the documents, "See if you can find the section that says that beautiful little girl over there is to become my responsibility."

Tim carefully searched the pages for the wording while Tony observed the little girl's behavior. There was something familiar but sad about her demeanor, leaving Tony feeling pulled towards her for some unknown reason. "Here it is," Tim announced pointing out the paragraph for Tony to read.

"Wow," Tony looked from the document back to the little girl.

"Sir," Officer Levy stepped up, "If you do not want to raise the child, I am sure Director David would be more than happy to assume custody of her."

"What," Tony looked back at the man beside him, "I didn't say that I didn't want to raise her. It's just a lot to take in at the moment; I think I should have a lawyer look over the will. I need some time to let all this sink in. Where can I find you say a couple hours from now?"

Officer Levy looked over at Officer Cohen who handed Tony a card with a handwritten number in the back, "Call us with your decision. You have until 8pm tonight or she'll be returned to Director David."

Tony frowned and nodded, "Alright..." You could see the wheels in his head turning quickly.

The two officers nodded again and turned on their heels and walked to the elevator. Tony watched them from his desk, playing with the papers and card in his hands. The little girl nodded what the men were saying to her and she turned back and seemed to look in Tony's direction. She nodded again even though nobody had said anything and she felt as an agent gently tugged on her hand for her to walk into the elevator. The girl turned again, and when she did so, Tony could have sworn that for split second, there was a small smile on her face and it was like he was seeing Ziva in miniature form.

Senior Agent DiNozzo rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh and sat back down at his desk, dropping the papers on it. McGee watched him and couldn't help but ask, "So... What are you gonna do?"

Tony shook his head and shrugged, "I... I don't know... I.. Ziva has a kid!"

"Had." Tim corrected and swallowed, "Sorry."

"Right." Tony frowned, his blue eyes going dark in thought.

Suddenly, he sprang up from his chair, picking up the papers and startling McGee in the process. "I'll be back." He said quickly and began grabbing his things, "Don't tell anyone what happened, got it, Probie? I gotta go see my lawyer."

"I, uh... Sure?" He watched Tony run off and blinked, "Wait! What do I tell Gibbs?" He called out but Tony was already gone.

Gibbs walked into the bullpen with an extra large Starbucks coffee in his hand. He sipped it and looked to McGee with furrowed eyebrows. Since Ziva's death two weeks ago, he hadn't been in the best mood ever, and was swallowing down coffee like it was water. He looked around their cubicle area and realized he had two agents missing instead of one. His gray eyebrows furrowed, "Where's DiNozzo?"

"I… Duhm…" McGee fumbled for words again. He was a horrific liar sometimes.

"Well?" Gibbs urged him to continue, "Use your words, McGee!"

"H-he.. Went to the… Dentist?" McGee blinked at the excuse he made.

"Is he really at the dentist or did Jenny assign him on another case without notifying me again?"

"No. Dentist. Really…" He replied with a serious face.

Gibbs sighed and nodded, "Alright…" He sat down at his desk and looked around and began picking up some files and such, trying to look busy.

Tony sat in a café with his lawyer who was looking over the documents that Tony was given as well as the will. Mr. Agnew sighed then said, "Well, it's true what they said. The child is under your guardianship now because her mother is dead. She made her wishes clear that she wanted you and only you to take care of Miss Ilana Rivka David, and no one else. However, if you are unwilling to take her, then… The child will be given to the next closest and disposed family member of hers, which would be Mr. David."

Tony sat back in his seat, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought again, "But why me?"

"Well, there is this as well…" Mr. Agnew took an envelope that had been stapled to the back and handed it to him, "It is directed to you."

He showed him what he meant in Tony's hands. Anthony DiNozzo.

He knew the handwriting all too well. It was one owned by a woman once named Ziva David who was no longer here.

"It seems obvious that -"

Tony cut the lawyer off, "But, see, here's what you don't understand, Mr. Agnew. I don't know how to take care of a kid, much less a little girl who's only five. I'd end up screwing the kid up. I am not father material. Believe me."

"Tony, don't sell yourself so short. Have a little faith in yourself, hmm? I say… Give it a try and see how it goes? We won't make anything definite, maybe we can do a… Month long trial run? Ah, yes, that's what we'll do. We'll do a one month trial run and see how it goes. If you still feel the same way by the end of the month, we'll place the child with her grandfather, Director Eli David." He said and smiled, knowingly.

Blinking and thinking it over for a few minutes, Tony finally agreed, "Alright... But if the kid ends up after this, it isn't my fault!"

"Her name is Ilana, Tony." Mr. Agnew corrected.

"Yeah, I know." He nearly grumbled.

Mr. Agnew frowned, "Tony, if you are unwilling, we won't put the poor child through this, and we'll just send her back to Israel. She has been through enough lately and it is in my best interest to make sure the child is well as well during this whole process. No matter whose lawyer I am."

Senior Agent DiNozzo paused and shook his head quickly. This was Ziva's last wish to him, he couldn't let her down now, and he had already done that once he wasn't sure if he could do it again. She had already taken a bullet and died for him. This was the least he could do to repay her. Besides, if Ziva had faith in him it must be well warranted. Anthony looked at his lawyer and in a determined voice, said he'd do the one-month "trial" run, making the poor child sound as if she were a computer program.