Title: The Too Young series: The Forbidden

Disclaimer: I don't own the show NCIS, I'm just borrowing the characters for the story.

A/N: This story is part of my series called Too young, where Ziva is nineteen years old and has been assigned as Liaison Officer to Gibbs' team (just like on the show). She is taken care of by, and also seen as the responsibility of, Gibbs and occasionally also Director Jenny Shepard who were the ones that decided she could stay at NCIS regardless of her young age.

I wrote "Staying Focused" as the first story about a younger Ziva and I've had to make some changes in that story to make everything work better as a series. "Staying Focused" is still included in the series though of course.

The first change is that Ziva is nineteen, not twenty three and I have my reasons for making that change. The second change is that in this series Gibbs only administers Corporal Punishment to Ziva, (because of her age and the fact that he has taken responsibility for her training and safety) not the rest of the team. The third and last change is that "Staying Focused" takes place at the beginning of season three, not the end of the season. In this story the team has been informed of Ziva's age.

A/N 2: This is the third story about Ziva in my Too Young series.

CHAPTER 11

Ziva, Tony and McGee were slumped in chairs at a cafe a couple of blocks away from Tony's apartment. It was evening and dark but warm enough to sit outside and enjoy the fresh air. Something they had been deprived of doing the last two days because of their imprisonment at the office with various cleaning duties.

"I'm beat." Tony groaned and leaned forward burying his face in his hands.

"I can't move." McGee whispered, slightly topping Tony's whining statement with his own.

"Well, I for one cannot breathe." Ziva topped them both but was met with a puzzled stare from the boys, "What? It is true! I seem to have forgotten how after holding my breath for so long while cleaning all those toilets in the men's room."

Tony just shook his head. "What are you having, McGee?"

McGee raised both eyebrows in surprise. "You mean you're buying, Tony?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling very generous tonight, Probie. Guess I'm just so happy this weekend is finally over."

"I'll have a glass of white wine then."

Tony stared at him in disbelief. "Honestly, probielicious, are you a man or a little girl?" McGee just offered him a tired look in return and Tony shrugged. "Fine then. Ziva, what are you having?"

Ziva stared down at the offered refreshments on the menu in front of her. "I'll have a beer."

Both Tony and McGee gave her one pointed stare each. "A coke it is then." Tony retorted, taking the menu from her hands.

"Okay okay, I will have a glass of white wine like McGee."

Tony leaned forward a little in his chair and locked eyes with her, "Ziva, you are under twenty one, little girl. There is no point in trying to talk us into buying anything with alcohol in it for you. Gibbs would kill us. So it's a coke or something else similar...or nothing. Got it?"

She imitated his facial expression and leaned forward in her seat as well. "You were the one that said white wine is for little girls, Tony. I just assumed it would be alright for me to have some then."

He sighed and pointed at her chair, "If you are not careful I will switch chairs with you again." he threatened.

She glanced down at the comfortable softer armchair that Tony had offered her when entering the cafe. There was only one and the others were harder wooden ones without soft cushions. She blushed slightly since she knew he was referring to her obvious sore bottom. It had been difficult to hide how sore she was while spending so much time on the floor with them cleaning all weekend. "I will have a coke." she said a little more humbly.

He grinned and waved to the waiter who made his way over, "Hi, one glass of white wine, one beer and one coke, please."

As soon as the waiter had gone McGee put an arm around Ziva's shoulders and brought her a little closer, "Hey, come one, don't be sad. " he said but didn't even get a small smile from her. "Gibbs really gave it to you good, huh?"

She nodded and Tony winced. "Well, you've been punished and we've done our part as well. Gibbs' car is back to normal. So it's all over now and we can forget it."he patted her cheek and McGee let her go.

"I'm sorry if I made you sad, Ziva." Tony apologized with a regretful look, "I didn't mean to." he said sheepishly feeling guilty about having caused the sad expression she now wore on her face. "But hey, we really appreciate that you stayed and helped us clean the last of the bullpen even though you had already done your part" he discretely reached for his backpack under his chair and then pulled it up onto the table with a fast dramatic move.

Ziva looked at him questioningly, wondering what he was up to now.

"And we wanted to show you how truly sorry we are that we deserted you at that gas station, so we bought you a little gift." he reached into the backpack and pulled something out "Tada!" he said with a huge grin on his face.

Ziva looked at the sweet little stuffed elephant in his hands and could not help but smile at their goofiness.

"You said you had stuffed animals at home so we got you another one." Tony said and McGee smiled as well.

Ziva gratefully took the stuffed elephant from his hands, "Yes, I also said that I was twelve at the time."

"Oh" Tony said with fake surprise, "I must have missed that part."

"You don't like it?" McGee asked with a twinkle in his eye that showed he wasn't really being completely serious either.

"Of course I like it, McGee. I love it." she assured them with a warm smile. "Thank you both."

The waiter showed up with their order and placed their drinks on the table with a napkin for each of them. He then stopped and stared at Ziva holding the stuffed elephant close to her chest.

Tony frowned, "What? Haven't you ever seen a Mossad slash NCIS officer cuddling with her stuffed elephant before?" he said a little annoyed at the man's almost ridiculing stare at their friend.

The waiter just shook his head and left.

"Good riddance." McGee declared and Tony nodded in agreement. They were both feeling a little protective of their young coworker.

"I would like to make a toast. "Tony announced with a raised chin and a raised glass, "To friends and family." he said creating a solemn atmosphere for a short moment, "And to this damn weekend finally being over."

They all all clinged their glasses together.

The End

A/N: So that wraps up this story. Tell me what you think please. If you have ideas to what should happen in the series then please let me know. It helps me think when I get suggestions.