Director Eli David – the highest ranked person of Mossad. He was a man with authority and he was never afraid to use it. He treated each individual officer exactly the same, not favouring one over another, including his own children. In the past, "children" had become "child" with only Ziva still alive. The relationship between father and daughter had never been the strongest of bonds, yet Eli was determined to constantly remind Ziva of her place in Israel and also in his family. To the Director, Ziva was not just his daughter, she was an officer too, despite the fact that she had left the secret intelligence organisation a few years ago.

Michael Aaronov stood before the infamous Eli David with his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he built himself up to report his knowledge. He knew that it was what he wanted to do since it would surely create waves of conflict and hopefully split the 'happy couple' up, but having kept this a secret for so long may have been a mistake on his part. All Michael could hope for was that the Director would over look that and only see that his officer was being loyal in reporting such activity. "Director, it's about Ziva," he started, his eyes looking firmly ahead at his boss, "As you are aware, she is in the country on a case about Officer Ben-Zvi. It has come to my attention that this Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva are…somewhat romantically involved with one another."

The Director leaned back in his chair, his expression as stoic as usual. Anthony DiNozzo was a name all too familiar to him, and not in a good way. It had only been a few years since Eli had had his hand around the Italian's neck and if what he thought he was about to hear were true, maybe history was going to repeat itself. "Go on…" He said, knowing full well that there was more to this story than just that.

Michael took a deep breath, "Having found out myself, but also with Agent DiNozzo confirming it, Ziva is also nearly five months pregnant with their child,"

The words were like a slap across the face to Eli, all of his teachings and philosophies just crumbling in a pile of dust. He stood quickly and angrily from his chair, hands firmly resting on the desk before him, "And you are one hundred per cent certain that this is true?" He asked, anger causing a small shake in his voice.

"Unfortunately, yes, Sir. I thought it best to inform you,"

Without a further word, the Director swooped past the officer stood in his office, pulling the door open with some force and stormed down the dimly lit corridor which led from his office, the door closing with an almighty crash against the door frame. Eli could not even begin to imagine what he was going to say, or more importantly do, when he confronted the two but he knew exactly who he blamed.

The sun's rays shone through the bedroom window, casting warm, soft streaks of sunlight through the otherwise dark room. Morning had come round much faster than Tony expected, but when he reached over to his cell phone, which lay on the bedside table, he saw that it was still only 06:00. Groaning in a half-asleep fashion, Tony rolled over on to his side, pressing a lazy kiss to Ziva's cheek, "Morning Sweetcheeks," He whispered softly, his voice slightly huskier than usual.

Ziva nuzzled further into him, pulling the cover up higher over her shoulders, "Nuh uh…not time to get up," She mumbled sluggishly, keeping her eyes closed.

Tony couldn't help but chuckle, "Were gonna be late if you don't get up," he commented, though there was hardly any enthusiasm behind his tone; he didn't want to get up himself. If it were up to him, he'd stay in bed all day long, just with Ziva and his thoughts. In that kind of state, nothing could harm them; they would simply dream and plan their future, forming an imaginary protective bubble around them which nobody, no matter how powerful, could pop. Yes, that was an ideal day. Sadly, he knew that that fantasy couldn't become a reality.

"You're the boss here now…" Ziva mumbled, her eyes still closed in an effort to go back to sleep, "There is no such thing as late,"

"Unfortunately there is, Sweetcheeks. Come on, get your ass out of bed," He leaned over again, kissing her forehead sweetly before climbing out of bed himself. He only managed to pull on a pair of loose-ish jeans before he heard a rather heavy knock, more like pounding, on the door. "I though Gibbs wasn't coming back for a few days?" Tony asked openly, doing up the button on his jeans as he made his way to the door.

The knock was definitely not from Gibbs and this caused Ziva to forget the idea of going back to sleep. She sat up, pushing the cover off herself, adjusting her shirt, "He isn't."

Giving a small shrug of his shoulders, Tony headed to the door nevertheless, pulling it open to reveal who was on the other side. Instantly, he felt his heart tighten, his throat go dry and his protective instincts kick in. The look in Director David's eyes let Tony know instantly that he was not best pleased with something and three guesses as to what. "Oh…director, I-I, uh…" Tony stumbled over his words, not knowing quite what to say.

The Director simply smirked before raising his fist and striking the agent standing before him straight across the side of the face, taking DiNozzo quite by surprise, of course.

"Abba!" Ziva shouted from across the other side of the room, immediately leaping out of bed to try and stop the fight which was inevitably going to unfold before her. "Atsor!"

Gripping his jaw, Tony felt his back slam against the nearest wall, the Director's hands pinning him there by the side of his neck.

"Shteki." Eli spat in reply to his daughter. His attention turned to DiNozzo, his grip increasing ever more. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Tony asked, trying to catch his breath. His eyes looked over the Director's shoulders to Ziva, silently begging her not to get involved.

"Did you knock up my daughter?" Eli yelled, forcing Tony to look back at him.

Ziva took a small step forward, pleading with her father, "Please, abba. Don't…"

"No, I didn't," Tony replied simply, though his voice was a little raspy from the lack of oxygen he was getting, "I think you'll find that Ziva and I are having a baby, I didn't just knock her up," Tony knew that he was being his usual DiNozzo self, but that's who he was and why should he put up a front just because this was the Director?

Eli became even more infuriated, tearing his hand away from Tony's throat long enough for the agent to breathe again, "Don't get cocky with me, DiNozzo. You'll play nice if you know what's best for you,"

Tony couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "Go ahead, make my day," He quoted from the famous film, Dirty Harry, grinning like a child. A small trickle of blood had crept from his nose and Tony only managed to get seconds to wipe it before he received another hit, this time just underneath his ribs.

Ziva attempted to run forwards to protect Tony from the wrath of her father, but was stopped when her father's icy gaze landed on her. Protectively, her hand went to her stomach, only confirming what Eli had thought. "Bevakasha, abba," she whispered in an innocent tone.

"You. Stay there." Eli said coldly, not even acknowledging that she was in fact with child.

"You don't control her any more, ya know?" Tony commented, his hand now covering the place on his abdomen where he had just been hit, "Ziva's not a child, for God's sake. This isn't where you step in and say we can't see each other because it's not what you believe or blah, blah, blah…"

"Tony…" Ziva warned in a concerned voice.

The Italian's eyes lifted to where Ziva stood, offering her a small smile, "We're having a child and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that you can do to stop that. You may be all big and egotistic around here, director, but really, you've got no power over us,"

Eli's eyes narrowed with anger, briefly glancing to outside the door where Michael stood observing everything. Eli took one step closer to Tony, giving the slightly shorter man director eye contact, "The same may be said for you, Agent DiNozzo. You have quite a past, no? Perhaps you and I should have…a little chat, sort things out, hmm?" The director grinned slyly, grabbing Tony by the back of the neck and throwing him out into the corridor where Michael stood, "Take care of him, I'll be back later,"

Somehow Tony didn't think that 'take care' meant providing coffee and a nice breakfast. Pulling himself off the floor, he tried to head back into the room to see Ziva, his eyes almost willing him to do so, but he was forcefully pulled back, "Hey! Get your fucking hands off me, will ya?" He shouted at Michael, attempting to throw him off.

"Drop it, DiNozzo." Michael said sternly, easily over powering the Italian as he dragged him further down the hallway, "I don't think you're going to be seeing Daniel or Arianna for quite sometime," He said with a sinister chuckle.

Tony felt his heart sink as he realised that Michael had been the one who leaked all of this to the Director. "You even dare talk about my child and I swear to God you'll never take another step on this Earth,"

Michael simply rolled his eyes, pulling open a door to an empty room, throwing Tony inside with an extra kick to his torso, "It's over, DiNozzo. Face it, you aint going to win against us," With that, the door slammed shut, leaving the Italian in a room filled with darkness, barring a small window towards the top of a far wall.

A/N: Okay, I know I haven't updated in ageeeees, so here it is. Just to clarify a bit of the Hebrew

Abba – father

Atsor – Stop it!

Shteki – Shut up!