Author's Note: I had to add a little drama.

Don't worry, though.

He won't be there long.

This chapter will contain family tension and TIVA sex.

On with the show.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. WILL NEVER BE MINE.

"So, I hear you're still in the civil servant business, Anthony?"

"Yes. I work for NCIS, now."

"Which is where you met your girlfriend. Isn't that a bit...unprofessional?"

Ziva glared hatefully at the pompous asshole across from them and shook her head.

This man had caused Tony endless amounts of pain over the years.

This man destroyed a beautiful family out his own pettiness and arrogance.

This man deserved to be skinned alive.

Her rage rose, the lioness beginning to pace.

"No, sir. Your son is my partner but we keep any personal matters outside the job. Our bosses are very understanding." Ziva explained with cold civility.

The room was filled with tension and she was barely remaining in control. The lioness snarled, seeking to destroy and protect.

"Why the hell are you here?"

To her surprise, Phil asked the question.

Gone was the kind and jovial man from the kitchen.

In his place was a warrior.

Ziva could see a knife hidden in his hair.

Wow. If I don't nail this bastard, Phil will.

"I am here to see my...", the man began.

"Bullshit! You weren't interested in seeing us before! Now, what do you want?" Phil cut off brutally.

"Yeah, grandpa. Where the hell have you been all these years?" Melinda snapped.

"That's a good question. I remember mom mentioning that you wanted nothing to do with me and Mel. I think it was something about impure blood?" Matt added on, supporting his sister.

Apparently, under the sniping, the siblings were a unified front.

They had each other's sixes when it came right down to it.

"Impure blood?"

Tony was done.

She knew thoroughly pissed off DiNozzo when she heard it.

Ziva made no move to hold him back as he grabbed the old man by the throat.

"A.J., don't! The bastard's not worth it!" Alex insisted.

Tony let the now fearful looking man go with a disgusted snarl.

"Who the fuck are you to judge blood purity? Phil does right by her and that's what you should care about, you prick!" he roared in his interrogating tone, harsh and demanding truthfulness.

"Don't you remember, Tony? He doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's a parasite, existing off the blood and accomplishments of others. He's like an STD.", Andrew said coolly while barely being held back by Jenna, who looked to be just as enraged.

The old man stood up and Ziva could see the fear in his eyes as they all glared at him.

He needed to save face and fast.

"My family has apparently lost their minds. And you, Anthony, aren't even supposed to be here. I wanted to give you up for adoption, immediately. Actually, I wanted your mother to abort you both. It's easier to manage a fortune with one heir, instead of three.", he spat cruelly.

Horror filled Ziva along with the release of her rage.

Jumping over the table, she tackled him, beating him mercilessly, yelling at him in Hebrew. Someone was trying to pull her off. They succeeded and Ziva looked around, looking for Tony. Apparently, he had gone upstairs, unable to handle the revelation.
Alex was sobbing, barely held up by her children.
Andrew came over, breaking the film of red from her vision as he put a hand on her abdomen.

"Think of your child, Ziva. You shouldn't put it in danger for this piece of shit. Go to Tony. He needs you. We will deal with him."

Ziva looked at the battered man pure disgust but calmed down enough to pull away from Phil.

"I've never seen a dirt bag like you. You make terrorists seem like 1st graders with your cruelty. If Tony has gone to do something stupid, I will come back down here and I will kill you. That man is the love of my life and you may have just broken him for good. I hope you're happy." she snarled.

She spat on him and hurried upstairs.

She heard soft sobbing and found him on the 3rd floor landing. Her heart broke at his body language. It screamed defeat and sadness. Her poor love… Coming closer, she dropped to her knees, running her fingers through his hair in the way he liked. He once told her that it soothed him.

He looked up at her with glazed eyes and Ziva immediately opened her arms to him, offering any comfort she could give.

He leaned forward, burying his face in her bosom, holding her tightly.

"Shh... he is not worth your tears. If he can't see what a good man you are, then he can go take a long walk off a short plank."

"Pier, Ziva." he corrected.

"Whatever. You understand what I mean. Don't let him bring you down. You've still got your siblings."

"And you?" he asked softly.

"And me. No one, no matter how cruel, could take the love I have for you away." she confirmed.

He leaned up and kissed her hard.

Ziva could understand his need.

She needed him too.

She needed him to remind her that not all humans were scum.

Pulling away from him, she led him down the hall to their room.

As soon as the door shut, he grabbed her.

Her clothes were torn off and she was shoved quickly onto the bed.

Shedding his clothes, he climbed on top of her, sliding into her as deep as he would go. Ziva opened her legs as wide as she could, welcoming him and encouraging him to move, to make them forget the pain.

The whole thing was frenzied, necessarily so.

She twisted underneath him as the coil tightened and he shouted his release and pain to the ceiling.

Her cry joined his seconds later and he kissed her.

Rolling them, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he slept.

It was going to be okay.

She'd make it okay.