Updated this, Darren is NOT Ziva's cousin he is her oldest brother and if I write cousin anywhere where it should say brother yell at me and I'll go change it! I just changed it in this chapter.

If you want a family tree it may help lol. Basically, Darren is nine years Ziva's senior he has a 15/16 year old daughter whose mother died when she was very young. Darren and Ziva used to be quite close and understand each other perfectly they are incredibly similar personality wise and had similar experiences throughtout their lives both being treated in the same manner by their father while Tali was treated with great care and Ari was treated with more care than them. (May not be really acurate that but I don't care )

Crapiest weekened ever. Spent all Sat in Leeds, witha cold, wonderful. Spent most of Sunday coughing up my intestines. Sucks. I didn't even turn my computer on. That is a sign of illness for me. Both my mother and best friend were actually seriously shocked when I said I hadnt been online at all in over 36 hours. So was I actually lol.

Anyway, part 004. Its Baby-time. whoot.

Chapter Four

Tony had long since settled back into his position at NCIS headquarters in D.C. He had continued to call McGee probie, and was constantly trying to get one over on Langer, who was rather upset he had been demoted from senior field agent, to a field agent, DiNozzo having returned to his previous role as Gibbs second. Abby was the happiest, it was easy to say, Langer and Lee had been surprised at how pleasant, and well, loving she was towards McGee and DiNozzo and not to them. Lee was used to it having worked on the team before, she knew Abby well enough to know that she needed her people around her and would not be happy at all if they were not there.

Langer was suffering the brunt of most of the original team's bad vibes. Tony constantly kept glancing at him and glaring at him. McGee would often cut him off mid sentence, if Langer knew McGee well enough he would have known this was not a personal thing. At least it didn't start out that way, but Langer interpreted it as such as gave McGee an equally hard time. This was the main reason that Abby and Ducky both treated Langer with as little respect as they dared. Gibbs was slowly getting fed up of the inter-team wars going on under his nose. He had done his best to keep them apart.

He had had enough now though, having found that Tony had super glued the keys on Langer's keyboard together, who now could do no work. This was met with Langer removing Tony's spare clothes and spilling coffee on him. Both highly childish acts had not gone unpunished by Gibbs, who after slapping both on the back of the head as hard as he could and sending each of them to different parts of the building to work he stormed up to see the director.

"I need you to get rid of Langer, give him his old team, I don't care. Before long he or DiNozzo are going to kill each other. I don't care how you do it, but I want Langer away from DiNozzo, I'll train another probie but I want Langer gone." Gibbs blurted out the second he was in the door. Vance just raised his eyebrows.

"Why don't I just give DiNozzo a new team?"

"Because, McGee will kill Langer if you do that. The problem is Langer not DiNozzo. Langer needs his own team; he had his own team at the FBI. He isn't suited for taking orders, he'd be better off handing them out." Vance raised his eyebrows.

"I will not be able to get Officer David back. You know that don't you Gibbs?"

"You could try, Vance, swallow your god damned pride and pick up the telephone."

"I did, Agent Gibbs. I contacted her father a few days ago, I expected this to happen It took you longer than I expected. However, Director David refused to disclose any information on Officer David, other than she could not return to NCIS." Vance gazed at Gibbs who was shocked that Vance had tried to rectify his mistakes. Perhaps he wasn't such a bad director after all, shame he made the mistake to begin with.

Officer David walked down a street in Tel Aviv. The sun beat down on her bare neck. She was wearing a typical pair of cargo pants, black boots and a dark brown spaghetti strapped vest top. She turned a corner and the sun beat down even harder, she leaned forward over the pram she was pushing and pulled the protective visor over further adjusting the shade covering the pram. A month old baby shuffled around inside as his mother leaned over him. Ziva allowed her arm to dangle inside the pram, stroking his cheek easing him into a quiet sleep.

She walked for a few more feet until she arrived back at her house, or rather the house her father had forced her to move into. It was one of the quietest streets in Tel Aviv. It was on the outskirts of the town, and so people had larger housing and lived further away from each other. It was rarely attacked by terrorists because unless one person was being targeted then it didn't create as much of an impact as blowing up a city centre street.

Ziva unlocked the door and pushed the pram inside, she closed the door behind her and bolted it. She pushed the pram further into the hallway and stood, watching her son sleep. After a few minutes she gently dipped her arms into the pram and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him up out of the pram and allowing him to snuggle up in her arms. She slowly carried him upstairs to let him sleep in his cot.

Later on that evening her father paid her a visit, he had tried to pick the lock and failed, the bolt keeping him on the outside of the door. As he tried to push the door open he heard Ziva moving around on the other side. Suddenly the door flew open and he had a gun pointed to his head. He straightened up and pointedly told Ziva if she gave him a key he would have no need to pick the lock. Ziva scoffed and stepped backwards allowing him access to her house, she did not however lower her gun, an act which did not go unnoticed by her father.

"Do you still think I am a threat to you Ziva?" He asked, mock amusement in his voice. Ziva merely raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps, what do you want?"

"To tell you, that yesterday, your precious NCIS Director called for you."

"Director Vance means nothing to me. What do you mean he called for me?"

"He wished to know of your whereabouts and whether you would be able to return to you're liaison position on Agent Gibbs' team."

"Really?" Ziva lowered her gun, although she didn't re-holster it. "Why did he change his mind? What did you tell him?"

"Yes, I believe he also allowed the reinstating of Agent DiNozzo and McGee. I told him I could give him no information as to your whereabouts, and you could not return to work at NCIS." Ziva nodded absent mindedly, not really listening to what her father was saying. "He will not call again. I made it clear Mossad wants nothing more to do with NCIS."f

Her father had said his piece and so now he took his leave, Ziva still standing in the hallway as she heard the door snap shut. She walked over and bolted it. She walked over to the sofa in her lounge, only now putting her gun back in its holster. She collapsed into the comfort of her sofa, allowing the cushions to envelop her as she was overcome with memories and regrets.

She walked over to her bookshelf and pulled out a heavy brown leather book. She walked back to her sofa and sat down placing the book in her lap. She untied the knot on the side of the book allowing the think red ribbon to hang loosely by the side. She flipped open the front cover, one of the pieces of ribbon trailing along in the air before settling next to the cover. Ziva stared at the first picture in the book. It was an old picture.

Tali, Ari, Darren, Hannah and Ziva were all stood in front of a tree in a large garden or park. Ziva had her arm around Tali's shoulders while Ari stood on Tali's other side. Darren Ziva's eldest brother had his arms around Hannah his long time girlfriend. Ziva was only fifteen in this picture. Her and Darren the only two still living she thought harshly. She flipped the page to reveal another picture.

This one was of Tali. It was taken at her sixteenth birthday party. She had been drinking more than she should have and had ended up laying on the table and falling asleep. Ziva had snuck up to her and taken several photo's for what she and Tali had termed 'Blackmail material.' Ziva smiled as she remembered all the fun she had had with her baby sister. She turned another page and saw a smile she had not seen in a long time.

It was a picture of the sibling she could have yet had not seen in a long time. They had grown up together; although he was nine years older than Ziva they had played together everyday. He was holding a two year old little girl, his daughter Alyssa. Her mother Hannah had been killed in a terrorist attack at a small café in the centre of Tel Aviv. Darren had been left to raise 'Lissy by himself. In the photograph he is kissing her head as she was playfully giggling and wriggling against him. Ziva missed her brother dearly. He had moved to America, then to France and finally settled in England two years ago.

She flipped a few pages this time, arriving at the back of the book, where she had stuck a few more recent photos. The first were pictures of the NCIS team. Abby, Tim, Tony and herself in Abby's lab. Abby was having a nostalgic moment and had forced them all into having their pictures taken. The one on the next page was a photo of herself and the director. Another Abby snap. The last was a photo of the team, Gibbs, Tony, Tim, Ducky, Palmer, Abby, Jenny and Ziva. Ziva allowed her finger to run over Jenny, who was way too close to Gibbs for them being just friends.

The last photo was much more recent. It was a picture of her newborn son. She had scribbled his name above the photograph, Benjamin Chaim David. She smiled at the photo, at least she had one good thing in her life. She ran her finger over this picture only for this to be met with the screams of a hungry baby. She closed the book and placed it onto her coffee table before quickly heading upstairs to go and see her son.

A thought ran through her head. "Perhaps I will go and find Darren and Lissy."

I wish I had a giant book of my life. We just have random photos of no specificness. My kids are going to have very well crafted baby books with pictures at birth, and like every 6 months plus special occasions. Then they can look at them when they are older and just see how they grew up. Not like me its like hey look I'm somewhere between 0 and 5 in that photo.

Seriously though my parents have like half an album of photos of me as a baby and like two albums of my brother, and they wonder why I have issues?

Favouritism is never nice.

Anyway, I totally just had a rant there, ugh lol. Hope you enjoyed it. Much love, kate xx