Sorry for the late update, but I fractured my toe during 4th of July. But I'm BACK! So more writing! Yay!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own NCIS. CBS and all those other people at the end of the credits do.

Something's Can't Be Changed

"Alright, I don't suppose you speak German?" Tony asked the small Rylin, who stared at him from a blanket.

Rylin laughed at his attempts at the stroller.

"I'll take that as a no."

Tony flipped a part on the end and it snapped down on his finger, he let out a long string of curses.

Gibbs chuckled, "Gee, let's take a guess as to what her first word might be."

Rylin laughed again.

"Okay, it's not that funny." Tony said as he flipped through the instructions, hoping to find the English side.

"Then why am I laughing?"

Tony turned and looked at the doorway.

Ziva leaned against the doorway; she bit the end of her finger, standing in her bath robe watching the scene.

"How long have you been standing there?"

Ziva shrugged, "About…six and a half minutes."

"And you didn't say anything?" Tony asked.

"Uh, no."

"Okay, well…you need to call and tell Abby that she picked the most foreign stroller ever." Tony muttered.

"It is not that hard Tony." Ziva said as she slowly and carefully walked over before scooping Rylin up into her arms.

"Yeah? Then let me see you do it." Tony said.

Ziva smirked before she walked over and flipped a switch and then stroller came to life.

Ziva grinned, "You're welcome."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Show off."

"I am going to get dressed." She announced before gently placing Rylin in Gibbs's awaiting arms and then walking into her bedroom, shutting the door quietly with her.

"Alright, now that that's done." Tony muttered as he stood up. "Let's get her bag ready."

Gibbs gently bounced Rylin in his arms as Rylin began to fuss. "Sh, Sh, Ry, Mommy's right in there, she will be right back." Gibbs whispered the whimpering infant.

Rylin's whimpers quieted and she played with the zippers on Gibbs's jacket to keep her occupied.

While Tony, wrapped multiple bottles up and then set them in the diaper bag.

"Alright, got the diapers. Got the bottles. Got the bibs. Got blankets-"

"Geez, DiNozzo. Are you guys going to Maine while you're away?" Gibbs asked.

"No, but you know. You can never be too prepared." Tony said as he set the diaper bag on the couch.

Ziva walked out of her bedroom and glanced over at the diaper bag, "Prepared, that is an understatement." She said in direction to the bag.

"Okay, maybe it's a little much." Tony said.

Ziva smiled as she was gently given Rylin.

The new mother looked at her daughter fondly before reaching into one of the many bags that Abby had bought, and pulled out a small, magenta colored, light winter coat.

Rylin immediately began to fuss as Ziva slipped her tiny little arms into the coat sleeves.

"Rylin, okay. Stop." Ziva said sternly as Rylin was set in the car seat.

"Hey, Rylin. Ry." Gibbs whispered as he knelt by the car seat. He waved a set of keys in front of her and Rylin giggled in response.

Ziva smiled at him thankfully before Gibbs showed her a safer way to strap Rylin in with a coat on.

He lifted the carrier up onto the stroller as Tony shrugged on the diaper bag.

Gibbs handed Ziva a jacket that matched her purple hoodie.

Ziva shrugged it on and retied her shoelace as Tony turned the stroller towards the door.

"You're going to the diner around the corner, right?" Gibbs asked.

Ziva nodded and brushed her hands against her black, white, and light pink sweatpants.

"Yeah, we'll be back soon." Tony said as he opened the door.

Gibbs gave a small and tight squeeze before she followed Tony out the door.

"Alright, you see that store right there?" Tony asked as they walked down the street towards the diner.

Ziva nodded, "What about it?"

Tony grinned, "Nothing. I just thought it was kinda cool."

Ziva gave a small laugh before peering into the stroller.

"She asleep?" Tony asked.

Ziva nodded, "Yes."

"Good." Tony said simply.

"Here it is." Tony said as he held the door open for her.

The diner was stuck in a 70's theme, which she rather enjoyed.

A perky waitress greeted them at the door and showed them to a table, which was rather easy, seeing as they were the only ones there.

Ziva ordered, much to Tony's displeasure, a simple iced tea.

Tony ordered the complete opposite, a chocolate malt, topped with whipped cream.

"Um, I have to go to the bathroom." Ziva said as stood up.

Tony nodded, "What do you want?"

Ziva shrugged, "A salad would be fine."

Tony nodded again, "Alright. I'll watch her for you."

"Thank You." She said before she left for the rest room.

The waitress came over and Tony placed both of their orders and as she was walking away. Tony looked over at Rylin, who happened to wake up sometime while he was ordering.

"Hey Rylin." Tony murmured as he stood up from the table and slid Rylin's car seat inside.

"Alright, let's get this off of you, before you get fussy." Tony said as he attempted to remove her jacket.

Rylin stuck her tiny tongue at him as he became frustrated with the zipper.

"You're just a little jokester, aren't you?" he asked as he finally was able to unzip it.

Tony scooped Rylin up into his arms as Rylin became interested in his chin.

Tony yawned and placed a quarter in the juke box.

"Interesting choice in songs." Ziva said as she sat down again as Tony humming quietly the chourous of, 'My Girl.' To Rylin

"My mom used to play it all the time." Tony said.

Ziva smiled, "Can I have my daughter now?"

Tony smirked before he stood up and walked over to her side, placing Rylin into her arms.

"Just remember, when the food comes she's all mine til you're done." Tony reminded as he sat down again.

Ziva sighed and rolled her eyes, "Okay." She murmured as she ran a finger over Rylin's curly hair.

Tony tapped his fingers on the table, "Um, we saw Werth the other day." Tony said in attempt to make conversation.

Ziva looked up at him, "Damon?"

Tony nodded, "Yeah, it's a long story. But you know, he has an," Tony began laughing at the memory, "He has a really, short, stub of a ponytail."

Ziva chuckled, "Interesting."

"Um…" Tony trailed off.

"You do not have to avoid certain words, Tony. I am not some emotional time bomb." Ziva said in a calm, but firm tone.

"I'm sorry, I just know…the way you were….with the therapist." Tony said quietly.

Ziva licked her lips, "She was treating me…she was pushing me…I do not like to pushed in a direction, that I do not know. I cannot just think of myself anymore. I have, I have a daughter to think about."

Tony nodded, "That's true."

Ziva hesitated, "B-but. She was right that keeping things bottled up is not good for me, or her."

Ziva looked down at her daughter who was gently intrigued on the strings hanging from Ziva's hoodie.

Ziva gave a soft smile as she wiped her face, "What Saleem did to me was…insensitive. But I cannot say that I completely upset over it, I have a beautiful daughter who thankfully does not look like him now, and hopefully not any time in the future."

Tony lightly placed his hand on top of hers, causing her to look up at him, "She won't. She looks just like you. Those blue eyes, you know will turn to a chocolate swirl brown, that'll cause any guy to fall helplessly and hopelessly in love with her."

Ziva smiled, "You got that from a movie."

Tony shook his head, "I don't think I did."

Ziva smiled again and rubbed his hand gently.

Tony grinned and leaned back, "You this diner kinda reminds me of that scene in that movie…what was it called? Dang, it was right on my tongue too."

"A James Bond Movie?" Ziva guessed.

Tony shot her a smirk, "Not this time."

"A 60's movie?" Ziva tried again.

Tony shook his head, "No. It was older, thank you very much."

Ziva glared at him, "How do you how old I am?"

"You know, you shouldn't really be using the term old, cause you're not that old. You're quite young, actually."

Ziva smirked, "How old am I?"

"You, my dear, Israeli friend…turned 28, two months ago on November 12th." Tony said smoothly.

"You went through my records."

Tony grinned, "Lucky Guess."

Ziva rolled her eyes, "I'll be right back." Ziva said as she stood up, Rylin still in her arms.

"Where ya going?" Tony said casually.

"I can't rock her to sleep, in that tiny space." Ziva told him, causing Tony to smile.

"Bye-bye now." Tony waved. "Oh wait, and Ziva?"

Ziva turned around, "Yes?"

"It was called Diner."

Ziva rolled her eyes, "Very original." She teased before she walked towards the front window.

It was a short time after when their waitress came over with their food and she set it on either side of their table, she was about to walk away when she stopped and smiled.

"Your daughter looks just like your wife."

Tony smiled and nodded, "Thanks, but she's not my wife."

The waitress nodded, "She's beautiful, I don't see why not." She winked before walking behind the counter into the kitchen.

Tony chuckled to himself before he stood up and walked over to Ziva.

"Okay, come on food's here." He said as he stood in front of her.

"She just fell asleep." Ziva whispered as she passed Rylin into Tony's arms.

"Alright, now go eat your food." Tony ordered and Ziva glared at him.

"You know, just because you can grow a mustache doesn't make you Gibbs."

"Honestly, Tony." Ziva said as she began packing up Rylin for the night, well, morning now.

"It's not prob. I had to break this hundred anyway." Tony said as he paid for their large meal.

Between the two of them, mainly all the food Tony had forced on Ziva, they had to pay for three hamburgers, four platters of French fries, three and half ice teas, five malts, two salads, and even two sundaes.

While Rylin had devoured not one bottle, much to Tony's displease, Ziva had insisted that she breastfeed the baby no matter how much food Tony insisted she eat.

Or that he would watch the baby for her.

But, through all of that, surprisingly, all of them still had room for more.

But at 3 AM, with a newborn, staying out any later seemed like a bad idea.

"Ready?" Tony asked as he held open the front door.

Ziva nodded and edged the stroller out, and Tony glanced back at their table where he had left a very large tip.

"Hey, look there's a park." Tony said as he walked into the cold winter, morning.

Ziva nodded, "Let me guess. You want to go and play in the snow like a child."

Tony shrugged, "No. Well, yeah, but there's a really pretty fountain there, I'd think you'd want to see."

"Tony, it is late. I don't think Rylin should be out this late." Ziva said.

"Ziva, she's asleep. You dressed her in the warmest coat, I've ever seen-"

"Which you packed." Ziva butted in.

Tony rolled his eyes and steered both her and the stroller in the direction of the park, "Come on, five minutes. She's never seen snow before."

Ziva sighed and gave up arguing with him, "Alright."

They slowly stopped in the center of the park, where two trees stretched over head that made a big canopy.

Ziva smiled and looked up at the stars, "It's so pretty…I'm glad we came here."

Tony grinned and stretched his arms above his head, "Yeah, I'm pretty much always right."

Ziva rolled her eyes, "Child."

Tony pointed to Rylin who was sleeping peacefully after her fourth feeding, "She is a child."

Ziva chuckled, "She is an infant."

"What's the difference?" Tony said.

"Um, age?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Age is all but a number."

"Tony, why don't you go play in the snow, like you wanted."

Tony grinned, "I'm gonna show you both how to make a snow angel."

Ziva furrowed her eyebrows, "What is a snow angel?"

Tony gasped, "You don't know what a snow angel is?"

Ziva shook her head.

"Okay now I really have to show you how." Tony said.

"First you just lay down like this." Tony said as he laid down in the snow. "And then, move your arms and legs out and in." He instructed as he did the same.

Ziva laughed as she saw him make a snow angel.

"Here, now it's your turn." Tony said as he stood up.

Ziva helped him wipe the snow from his hair before he stood her next to his snow angel.

"Come on, it's fun." Tony urged.

Ziva sighed and rolled her eyes, "Okay, alright. Just lie down, and move your legs back and forth. I'll watch Rylin." Tony said.

Tony held on to Ziva's hand as he led her onto the snow.

Once she was fully on the ground, Tony went back over to the stroller.

While Ziva slid her arms and legs in the snow, laughing and smiling as she did so.

"And you're sure you never did this before?" Tony asked as he gently rolled the stroller back and forth.

"There is no snow in Isr-" Ziva's smile disappeared and her smile dropped.

She quickly hopped up and ran over to the stroller.

"Ziva, what's wrong?" Tony asked.

Ziva looked at him blankly, "What?" she asked quietly.

"Is something…wrong?" Tony asked again.

Ziva's eyes turned to slits and she quickly snatched Rylin from the stroller.

"Just stop it!" she hissed.

Her eyes glazed over, "What's wrong? Why'd you stand up?" Tony asked.

"Ziva," Tony said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Just stop! Stop it! Leave me alone!" Ziva cried as she snatched her arm from Tony's grasp.

"What? Ziva what's going on?" Tony asked, scared by the way she acting. "Is it cause you're wet, cause the hotel's right there. I can get you a towel."

Ziva clutched Rylin closer to her chest as tears ran down both of their cheeks, "Just let me go! Get your men off of me! Just leave me alone!" Ziva shouted as she ran back towards the hotel.

"Ziva!" Tony called.

"Just leave me alone Saleem!"