A/N: I'm gonna see if I can get two up today. :) See the first chapter for the disclaimer. As always, I hope you enjoy, and please review. :)

Chapter Thirteen

February 13, 1992

Her little hands pounded out a gentle beat on the shopping cart as she smiled, watching as he looked to pick out the perfect Valentine's gift for his fiancée. He nipped slightly on his lip, thinking.

"Dada," she said, still drumming away.

"Yeah, honey?" he replied, looking down into the jewelry case.

"Want kitty."

"Not right now."

"Why?"

"Because Mommy said so."

"No Mama."

He looked up from the jewelry case to his daughter. "I happen to agree with Mommy."

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"Kitties are a lot of work."

She gave him a sad look, her eyes starting to well up with tears as she stopped beating on the cart.

He took a deep breath to steady himself. "We can get a new toy, but not a kitty," he offered. Her frown lessened more into a pout than anything, and Tony took that as a small victory in avoiding a temper-tantrum. He leaned in and kissed her on the top of the head before turning back to the jewelry case. A woman behind the case walked up to him.

"Need help deciding?" she asked.

"A little," Tony replied. "Trying to pick out something nice for my fiancée."

The woman arched her eyebrows as she looked at the little girl in the cart and back at Tony.

"Mama," Heather said.

"Yeah, something nice for Mama," he said to her.

The woman bit her lip, turning back to the jewelry.

"Mama kitty," Heather suggested, tapping once again on the cart.

"I'm not getting Mama a kitty," Tony replied. "She doesn't want a kitty right now."

Heather frowned again.

"Remember, be good and you get a toy," Tony reminded her.

She remained quietly tapping on the cart.

"You know, bribing them is not a good way of shaping behavior," the woman behind the counter said.

"It's not bribing, it's positive reinforcement," Tony replied. "And if all you're going to do is judge me and how I handle my daughter, I'd really like someone else to help me. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

She sighed, but walked away.

"She mean," Heather commented.

Tony just smirked.

Still January 29, 2010

Tony made his way into the hospital, winding his way to Hannah's room. Karen and David were sitting at their daughter's bedside, as Cassie remained watch outside. "We can stand down," he told her.

"Got him?" she asked.

Tony nodded.

"In custody?"

"In Autopsy."

She nodded sadly. "You okay?"

"Fine," he replied, glancing into the room.

"You gonna tell her?"

"She'll know something's up either way."

"It's someone she knows?"

Tony nodded.

Cassie sighed. "Damn," she said. "It sucks enough that this happened to her. Let alone that it was done by someone she knows."

"She already knows that she knows him," he replied. "She told Ziva that."

Cassie nodded, patting Tony on the back. "Good luck."

"Thanks." He knocked quietly on the door before entering her hospital room. Karen, David, and Hannah all turned to look at him.

"Something wrong?" Karen asked, somewhat nervously.

"I, uh, I just came to tell you that we caught him," Tony replied.

"Was it Kevin?" Hannah asked.

Tony nodded slowly.

"Is he…"

"He's done hurting anyone," Tony answered gently.

Hannah nodded solemnly, understanding what he meant.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," she said.

Tony nipped his bottom lip slightly.

Hannah noticed his hesitation, having made that same face when she didn't want to say something. "Mom, Dad, can you give us a minute?" she asked.

"Sure, honey," Karen said.

"We'll be right outside," David added, squeezing her hand. The two of them stood up and walked out of the room.

"What aren't you saying?" Hannah asked as the door closed.

"What makes you think I'm not saying something?" Tony replied, moving slightly closer to the bed.

"Because I make the same face when I don't want to say something. I am your daughter, huh?"

He smirked slightly before inhaling deeply. "It was Kevin," he started softly. "Kevin killed Pat and tried to kill you."

She swallowed. "Why?"

"Because he was trying to get my attention. To get me."

"Why?"

Tony sighed, sitting down. "Kevin used to be Keith Cortland. His father was Ryan David Cortland."

"The rapist?"

He nodded, furrowing his brow.

"Kevin used to talk about how that case was mishandled. I didn't realize it was his father's case. Though, it makes sense now… why else would he care so much about the case?"

He rubbed his neck quietly.

"If he wasn't already dead, I'd kill him."

He smirked slightly. "Nice thing to say to a federal agent," he reminded her.

She shrugged. "You wouldn't arrest me."

"Only if I had to."

"So, I'll make sure you won't have to. Stick with NCIS."

He chuckled softly.

Her smile faded as she blinked slowly.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she replied quietly.

"You're lying."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because I do the same thing. You are my daughter, huh?"

She rolled her eyes.

"So, what's on your mind?" Tony asked.

Hannah sighed. "Why me and Pat?" she asked. "I mean, I didn't even know I was your daughter until a few days ago. How did he know and choose me?"

"He chose Pat because he was a Midshipman, which gave him me. He chose you after you identified to him that you were my daughter. How else would you screw with me? My team's practically untouchable. Except for the Trojan Horse. And the guy who tried to kill Abby. And the time I had the plague…"

"Wait, you had the plague?" she asked.

"Pneumonic plague, to be exact," Tony clarified.

"You know, they're actually all the same bug. The only difference is where the bug infiltrates your body. If you get it through skin contact, it's bubonic. If you get it through the lungs, it's pneumonic. If it gets directly into the bloodstream, you get septicemic."

"They teach you a lot of things in that college of yours, huh?"

She smiled slightly.

"You've got your mother's brains," he added. "You look a lot like her."

"You have any pictures?" she asked gently.

"I have a lot. We can go through them sometime, if you'd like."

"I think I'd like that."

He nodded slowly, smiling.

"Thanks."

"Anyway, I, uh, I think I'll let you get back to your parents and resting," he said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay," she replied. "Night, Tony."

"Night, Sweetie." He gave her a gentle hug before leaving the room for the night.