Sorry! I feel so bad! You guys were amazing and yet my update was delayed, but to make it up to you I am going to post ASAP! Probably by tomorrow! So please read this chapter and again im sorry. Tell me what you want to see happen in this story and your favorite things!

Disclaimer: Nope not mine.

She couldn't stand the thought of what she had to do. She was always one to do what she told, well, she was that way when she was in Mossad. As a child, however, she always had a different view then her parents. Her father saw things black and white, as did her mother. But she always read between the lines and saw that there was more to life then killing the weak and betraying whoever you had to to get to the top. She learned, however, her father had a very different view of things. He would never second-guess his choices in killing the people who possessed the most power.

That's how she knew she was being used the second she stepped in her father's office. Of course she also could blame the look on his face for that feeling.

"You, my Ziva, have changed," he told her.

"I am in no mood for your guile ways. You took me away from the only two people I care about," she hissed but tried to control her voice.

Eli stood, slamming his chair into the wall with the momentum. "You are my blood! Do not tell me you do not care!"

Ziva shook her head, he would never understand. "Blood matters now? You ordered me to kill Ari! He was your son. And when Tali died, you didn't even bother showing up to her funeral!"

"You remember, I was not the one who pulled the trigger. You chose to kill your blood! Do not lay this problem with me," he murmured and raised an eyebrow, daring her to argue.

"Yes, but when I pulled the trigger, I was not thinking about your orders. I was saving the man whom I came to know as my father. The one who came to rescue me from a man who I was sent to by my blood. A man who had caused me hours on end of pain. If you want to talk about blood, then fine. But do not count me as your blood." She crossed her arms. "What is this deal you have for me?"

Eli rolled his eyes, but seemed to calm down. "As you and I both know, your days as a Mossad Officer are over, but…well, I am going to give it to you bluntly…the only way you will ever see your daughter is if you complete this one mission. I will not only let you see your daughter, I will pay for the trip."

Ziva looked at him skeptically. She knew her father was playing her. This case was either a suicide mission, or a go in and stay and wait to die. Either way, she knew she probably would never see her daughter again. But saying no would also mean giving up a fight her father and her had been fighting for far too long. "Fine, but on one condition."

Eli gave her a pleasing smile and slid the folder across his desk. "You name it."

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"Can you shut that baby up!" Tony heard Mike yell from outside and took a big breath. He understood, even he got frustrated with her, but he had no idea what he was doing. And after two days, Mike should have been used to this.

"I'm trying here! I have no idea what I'm doing!" He pulled Adara out of her crib and rocked her gently in his arms. Humming a song that he heard Ziva sing a gazillion. He looked down at the little miracle in his arms and let a smile come to his face. She looked so much her mother, he remembered the day he found out it was a girl.

Flashback

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" Ziva asked him from the passenger side of the car.

He squeezed her hand and she sighed, knowing this was the only answer she would get. She smiled at him and then turned her attention out the window, letting the radio fill the silence. Tony heard the song he knew and looked at Ziva for her reaction.

"Alyssa lies to the teacher/ Alyssa lies everyday at school." He felt Ziva's hand slack up and he let go.

The song carried on, and after finishing, Tony reached over and flipped off the radio. After six years of working with her, he knew to let her speak first, so that when she took a deep breath and turned to him, he grabbed her hand and gave her a smile.

"Who would hit their own flesh and blood? I mean, my father had his flaws, but he never raised his hand at me, Tali, or even Ari."

Tony nodded, child abuse was something he would never understand. "People are bad in the world, Zi. I know you know this, but in your mind, the bad guys are guys who shoot or guys who bomb. People are raised wrong, there is no way to justify their actions, but I promise you one thing. I will never hurt our baby."

Ziva smiled and whipped away the tears. "I know. You are a good man, Tony DiNozzo." Tony kissed her forehead and turned away to the road.

They later found out it was a girl and Ziva turned to Tony and whispered, "Let's name her Adara. Meaning noble or always generous."

Tony's eyes lit up and he nodded. "How about Adara Grace? That way, when we say her name, we realize exactly how lucky we are."

"I like that." She smiled and put a hand on her stomach. Tony leaned down and kissed her still small stomach. "Noble mercy. Exactly what I don't deserve. I love you." He looked at Ziva to see her eyes closed. "I love you too," he whispered, knowing Ziva wouldn't be able to hear.

End

Tony stroked Adara's cheek and the baby closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep. He hoped he could find a way to bring her mother back to her.

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Ziva smiled at the foreign man who stood in front of her. She was right when she said this mission was a go in and stay, but she had no idea how dangerous this was. She mentally cursed herself.

"You're father really does love you," the old man's voice had a certain tone to it that made Ziva's skin crawl. "Any last words?"

Ziva turned her back and faced the wall. She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes. She thought about the man she loved and regretted the fact that they had so little time together. She thought of her sweet, adorable little sister who would have grown up to be a ballet teacher. Her brother who, to most, was known as a monster, but to her he would always be known as a caring and generous big brother.

She squeezed her eyes shut and she thought of the one thing that could calm her. The thought of her little girl growing up with a family. A real family. And as she felt the first pang shoot through her she thought of a song heard so long ago and the meaning of her daughter's name.

Generous Grace.

Again I'm sorry for the long wait and my broken promise. I hope all who reads reviews. The goal is ten and I will post soon to make up for the delayed update!