What he saw next was not on his list of possible scenes.

Ziva was sitting in a rocking chair that was next to a bed. On her lap was a little girl in a nightgown, who if Tony had to guess, could only be two or three. Ziva was cooing to her and stroking her hair the way a mother would do to their child. The little girl had long black hair that was pulled back into twin pigtails. She had her thumb in her mouth and was starting to drift back to sleep when she saw Tony in the doorway and her eyes shot open. She squealed and pointed towards the door. Ziva looked up, sighed, rolled her eyes and glared at Tony.

"Sammy, sweetheart, that's my friend from work. That's Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, who I told to stay in the living room. He never listens to me." She tickled the little girl's tummy and Sammy let out a giggle.

"Are you sure he's not the bad man?" Sammy whispered.

"Positive." Ziva replied.

Tony opened the door wider and timidly took a step into the room.

The room was on the small side. It was painted a light shade of lavender and had pictures all over the walls. There was a closet, and a doll-house in front of it in the corner of the room. On the other side of the room was a dresser, which had a series of trinkets on it, a mirror was connected to the back of the dresser and was covered with stickers. The bed was in the corner opposite the doll-house and there was a rocking chair next to it. Next to the rocking chair stood a small nightstand with a purple CD player and a lamp on it, above the table, hung a calendar. There was a toy chest at the foot of the bed, and a stuffed teddy-bear was sitting on top of it. There was a nightlight in the shape of an angel plugged into the wall underneath the windows, where lavender curtains hung over white blinds. A purple dream catcher hung from the knot that the curtains were tied into.

"How can you be sure?" Sammy asked.

"Well sweetie, the bad man is, uh, he is um…Well, he's dead." Ziva reassured her.

"Is he with Aunt Tali?" The little girl asked, panic evident in her voice.

"No, sweetheart. No he is not." Ziva replied quickly.

"Is he with Grandma?"

"No."

"Sarah?"

"No sweetie, he is not with Sarah."
"Is he with Uncle…" Sammy began, but was cut off by Ziva.

"No." She responded quickly, but then she rethought her answer. "Well, I don't know. Maybe." She said as she kissed the young girls head and put her back into bed.

"You're sure?" Sammy asked, her voice sounding like she didn't believe what Ziva was saying.

"I am, absolutely, positively, 100, positive." She tucked the little girl in and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Now stop stalling and close those pretty little eyes."

"Can you sing the song again?" Sammy asked innocently.

"Samantha Grace," Ziva scolded lightly, "We sang the song 100 times already! Close your eyes so that we can get up and do something tomorrow! Aunty Jen said that I can't go back into work until Tuesday, so we have plenty of time to sing the song until then."

"But It'll help me sleep!" Samantha protested.

Ziva sighed and turned around so that she was facing the nightstand. She pressed the button and music started to play.

A/N: Well there you have it. "Sa…" is Samantha. What is her relation to Ziva I wonder… Well, I know, but I doubt you do. Mwa ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I hope I got this chapter right. I think that Ziva would act like this around a child. What do you think? Please review and tell me who you think Sam is, and if I nailed the Ziva/Sam relationship. Thanks! Cable Addict. P.S. Can anyone guess what Sam's favorite color is?