"Time to wake up Silly Sammy." Ziva said in a sing-songy voice.
"Five more minutes Mommy." Sam said sleepily.
"No can do Samantha Grace. Mommy has to stay home all day today, so that's twenty-four hours of Sammy and Mommy time."
Sam rolled over, buried her head in her pillow and pulled the covers up over her head.
"I can't wait for the teenage years." Ziva said sarcastically.
"Sam, if you don't wake up now, I'm going to have to tickle you." At this, Sam sat up, a smile on her face.
"You wouldn't do that, would you Mommy?" She looked at her, pouting slightly.
"Sammy, that look doesn't work on me. You know that." Ziva scolded lightly.
"I had to try." Sam said as she swung her legs out of bed.
"I'll make pancakes. Do you think you can dress yourself?"
"Yup."
"And remember to make your bed."
"I will Mommy."
Ziva smiled as she walked out of her daughter's bedroom, shutting the door as she did.
"Did I hear 'pancakes' mentioned?" Tony asked as Ziva came into the living room.
"Maybe. But she'll probably end up eating Lucky Charms. Stupid leprechaun."
Tony laughed at this comment.
"It's not funny Tony! The little man is encouraging children to eat marshmallows for breakfast!"
"But Ziva, they're "Magically Delicious!" He said in his best leprechaun voice.
"What are you Turkish? That was the worst Irish accent that I have ever heard in my entire life!"
"Well, I'm no Sean Connery."
"You got that right."
There was a moment of silence between the two, who were smiling at each other, before Sam came bounding into the living room.
"Good morning Special Agent DiNozzo."
"Good morning Samantha, and please, call me Tony." He said extending his hand.
"Ok, Tony," She said taking it. "But only if you call me Sam."
Tony chuckled. "Ok Sam."
Sam smiled. "So you work with my Mommy?"
Tony looked over at Ziva, who raised an eyebrow that said "You can answer her."
"Yes I do."
"You're Mossad officer working at NCIS too?" Sam asked, a look of confusion on the young girls face.
"No, I'm just NCIS."
"What does NCIS stand for again?"
"Naval Criminal Investigative Service."
"You're like the FBI and the CSI's then?" She asked.
"Kind of. But we're better."
Sam giggled.
"What?" Tony asked looking mock hurt.
"You have your own TV show then?"
"No, but not all cops have their own show." Tony said.
"I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right." He turns to look at Ziva, who was in the kitchen making pancakes, "How old did you say she is?"
"She'll be four in April. Why?"
"No reason." He said turning back to look at Sam, who's smiling devilishly.
"Mommy?" Sam asked.
"What
Silly Sammy?"
"Can we watch Cinderella later?"
"I don't see why not." Ziva responded smiling.
"Yes!" Sam said, running back into her bedroom.
Sam came back into the living room seconds later with a DVD in her little hand.
"Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, The Little Mermaid, and Finding Nemo too please, Mommy?" She asked pouting.
Ziva looked at her daughter, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Yay!" Sam shrieked.
Tony squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden increase of volume.
"Sam!" Ziva hissed.
Sam snapped her head towards her mother.
"Some people haven't had there morning coffee yet." Ziva said, tipping her head towards Tony.
"Oops. Sorry Tony."
"It's ok Sam." He turned his attention to Ziva. "Do you have any coffee by any chance Zee-vah?"
"Yup." She said, holding up her coffee cup. "You want some?"
"Yeah." Tony said in a "duh" toned voice.
Ziva walked out into the living room with two mugs of coffee. "Here ya go." She said as she handed him a mug, their fingers brushing up against each others as she gave her partner his mug.
"Thanks." He said, their eyes not breaking contact.
"No problem."
"Mommy?" The innocent voice of the not yet four year old broke their moment.
"Hmm?" Ziva asked, reluctantly averting her eyes.
"Can I just have Lucky Charms?"
Ziva sighed and gave Tony an "I told you so" look and said, "Sure Sam. Can you get them your self?"
"Yup." And with that, Sam bounded out of the living room and into the kitchen.
"So…" Ziva began.
"So…"
They were interrupted by a sound in the kitchen. Ziva ran in and Tony heard an exasperated sigh. He got off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Ziva was on the floor with a dustpan and hand held broom, and Sam was sitting on the counter apologizing.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I couldn't get the box." Sam explained.
Tony looked down on the floor and saw that there were Lucky Charms all over the floor. There were no marshmallows in the mess though.
"I thought Lucky Charms had those itty-bitty little marshmallows in them."
"They do." Sam piped up.
"Then where are they?" Tony challenged.
Ziva turned around to look at her daughter and Sam bit her lip.
"Samantha Grace David," Ziva addressed the little girl who was now swinging her legs, "did you go through and eat all the marshmallows from the box?"
"Umm…" She said, glancing around the kitchen, "maybe?"
Ziva sighed, trying her best to suppress her smile. "Get down here and finish cleaning these cereal bits up while I check on the pancakes."
"Ok Mommy." She said, jumping off the counter.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I especially liked the marshmallow bits. That came to me while I was eating (can you guess) Lucky Charms. By the way, I don't own NCIS, Lucky Charms, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid or Finding Nemo. The only thing I do own in this fic is Sam and the story line, plot, (are those the same things?) dialog and the hope for Tiva romance. Sighs. Please review! Also, that bit about NCIS not having their own show, I didn't realize that I wrote that until I was halfway through. I was laughing. I didn't purposely do that.