A/N: Hahaha. I had this uploaded last night and when I logged into my e-mail, I didn't see any reviews. I was like "Huh? Did it suck that bad?" Then I realized that I didn't post it! Major blonde moment people. Anyway, enjoy.
"So what are you doing tonight McGee?" Tony asked as he finished up the last bit of paperwork for the day.
"Nothing much. I think maybe I'll just go home and write a little bit." McGee instantly regretted saying this.
"Ah. Speaking of 'writing', what have Amy and McGregor and Agent Tibbs and Director Jess been up to? What about Pimmy Jalmer? Oh! And my two favorite characters Mossad Officer Lisa and Agent Tommy. What have they been doing?"
"Nothing Tony. Tommy and Lisa haven't been up to anything. But speaking of Lisa, I wonder how Ziva's been doing."
"She's fine." Tony said, maybe a little too quickly.
"How do you know that DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked as he came into the bullpen.
"I called her this morning Boss." He replied with out missing a beat. He wasn't really lying, he did call Ziva on his way to work to see if she needed anything for when she made dinner.
"So, McGee?" Tony began, trying to change the topic of conversation with out being to obvious.
"What DiNozzo?" McGee asked, glancing suspiciously over at the Senior Agent.
"Are you going to work the 'conspiracy at a hospital' plot into your next book? Cuz if you do, I want a special mention." He said smiling.
"I don't know Tony. Can we please drop it?" McGee snapped.
"Sure thing Thom." He said as he turned off the light on his desk.
"Good night Boss. Night Thom E. Boy." He called over his shoulder as he made his way to the elevator.
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Tony raised his fist, preparing to knock on Ziva's door, but a noise from inside made him bring his fist back down.
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"Silly Sammy?" Ziva called.
"Yes Ima?" Sam said as she ran into the living room.
"Are you done cleaning your room?"
"It was already clean Mommy."
"Are you dressed?"
"Yes I am Mommy." Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Good girl."
"Who's coming over again Mommy?"
"Tony." Ziva responded as she stirred the pasta sauce.
"Do you like him?" Sam asked, smirking.
Ziva turned around and looked at her smirking daughter. "Three year olds don't smirk!" She thought.
"He's my partner Sam, of course I like him."
"That's not what I meant!" Sam whined.
"Well that's all you're going to get." She replied smiling triumphantly.
"Mommy!" Sam started, her trademark pout already starting to form on her small face.
Ziva was saved from delivering a scold by the door bell ringing.
"I'll get it!" Sam screeched, running for the door.
"Samantha! You aren't supposed to answer the door by yourself!" Ziva called after the three- year-old. But Sam had already pulled a chair up to the peephole and was looking out.
"It's Tony!" Sam yelled over her shoulder as she jumped off the chair and started to open the door.
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"Silly Sammy?" He heard Ziva call.
"Yes Ima?"
"Are you done cleaning your room?"
"It was already clean Mommy."
"Are you dressed?"
"Yes I am Mommy."
"Good girl."
The conversation quieted down for a few moments, but Tony could have sworn that he heard his name mentioned. He finally gave up on trying to eavesdrop on the two David's and knocked.
"I'll get it!"
Tony chuckled. Sam was just like Ziva at times. They shared the same boldness. He admired that about his partner.
"Samantha! You aren't supposed to answer the door by yourself!"
Tony heard a scraping noise, and saw the peephole go dark.
"It's Tony!"
Tony stepped back as the door started to open.
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"Hi Tony." A grinning Sam greeted.
"Hi Sam. Hello Officer David." He said, smiling at Ziva.
"Good evening Agent DiNozzo." Ziva replied, smiling back.
Sam grabbed Tony by the hand and led him into the apartment.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so don't get too involved in whatever you are going to do until then!" Ziva called after her daughter and partner.
"I won't Mommy!"
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"What are these?" Tony asked.
"These," Sam said gesturing to the pile of dog tags on her bed, "are Mommy's puppy tags."
"I think you mean 'dog tags' Sam." Ziva said as she walked into her daughters' bed room. "Why are you showing Tony them anyway? I don't think he cares to see them."
"Oh yes, dog tags. I think they're neat Mommy. I just thought maybe Tony would like to see them too." Sam pouted.
"Yeah Zee-vah, can I see the dog tags? Please?" Tony looked at Sam and then back at Ziva. A pout was present on his face as well.
Ziva sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Yay!" Sam squealed. "Tell me the story again Mommy?" Sam begged.
"Sammy there isn't much to tell." Ziva said.
"Why does it look like it was broken off here?" Tony asked holding up a dog tag.
Ziva took it from him and examined it.
"Israeli dog tags are designed to be broken in half in case of an emergency."
"What kind of an emergency?" Tony asked.
"Death, capture, identification. Emergencies like that." She explained.
"This one's broken in half." Tony said holding up half of a dog tag.
"Yes. That one is from Cairo."
"Where's this one from again Mommy?" Sam asked, holding up a dog tag that wasn't broken in half.
"That one, Silly Sammy, is from Mommy's mission to the UK."
"The mission you had before you came to NCIS?" Tony asked.
"You do pay attention." She said smiling.
"Of course I do Zee-vah." He responded, a smile plastered on his face too.
Sam slipped a chain with a tag on it around her neck and another one around Ziva's neck. "Is dinner ready yet Mommy? I'm starving!"