McGee stood between Ziva and Abby on the balcony looking down at the girl, she was sitting at Tony's desk..."She has his smile."...Ziva stated.
"Yeah and his chuckle."...Abby added.
"Yes, I noticed that, too!"...McGee agreed.
"And his eyes."...Ziva whispered, letting out a soft sigh.
"Awww."...Abby smiled, knowing what she meant.
"And she eats like him, she's downed how many donuts? 4?"
Abby scoffed..."You're counting her donuts, McGee?"
McGee shrugs..."Slow day...and we don't meet Tony's daughter ever day."...McGee grins..."Karma's a b."...McGee's stomach was met by an elbow from each side, making him grunt loudly. He looked left, then right, both Ziva and Abby just glared at him.
"Sorry."...He sighed.
"You should talk to her, Ziva."
Ziva quickly looked at Abby..."Why me?"
"Abby, out of curiosity...why are you carrying around a specimen cup?"...McGee asked.
Abby grins..."Well..."
Ziva rolls her eyes..."Fine, I will talk to her."...Ziva steps away, taking out her cell..."Right after I call Tony at least 10 more times."...She hits #1 on speed dial and holds the phone to her ear, it rings multiple times, before going to voicemail.
"You've reached the big D, you know what to do."...A beep goes off.
Ziva sighs..."Tony...where are you? Call me, it's important."
Ziva turns, Abby was standing mere inches from her, shaking the cup..."Stop that, Abby."
"I just need a sprinkle, just a tinkle, a winkle?"...Abby grinned.
"For the last time, Abby."...Ziva talked through gritted teeth..."I'm..."
"Gibbs!"...McGee pointed towards the elevator. Gibbs was walking towards the bullpen, he stops at he reaches the cubicle wall next to Ziva's desk.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!"...Abby shouted, waving for Gibbs to come upstairs.
Abby rubbed her hands together in excitement as they waited. Ziva slowly took two steps down, sitting down on the top step, softly groaning as she sat down.
"Who the hell is sitting at Tony's desk?"...Gibbs asked, looking at a very vibrant Abby, on the verge of erupting.
"Tony's daughter."...McGee spoke.
Abby scoffs..."McGee!"...Her eyes piercing into him.
Gibbs shook his head in disbelief..."What?"
"It's true, Gibbs, give him the paper, McGee."...Abby instructed.
McGee holds out a piece of paper to Gibbs..."The last will and testament of Melissa Ann Hammond, it's 100 perfect legit and legal, Boss."
Gibbs took the paper, he tries focusing it on it, he holds the paper away from him, then brings it back, then pushes it back out, he finally squints.
"Where are your glasses, Gibbs?"...Abby asked.
Gibbs shrugs.
"You SO need Lasiks!"
"What is Lasiks?"
"They shoot a laser into your eyeball."
"Why the hell would I want someone to shoot a laser into my eye, Abby?"
"Why do I like tattoes?"
"Cuz you're nuts?"
"Only about you, Gibbs."...Abby grinned, making Gibbs flash a grin of his own.
"Where's Tony?"...Ziva asked, aggravated..."Why isn't he answering his cell?"
"I left him in Rock Creek park about an hour ago."...Gibbs responded.
"Cell reception sucks up there, Ziva."...Abby added, trying to calm Ziva.
"How old is she?"...Gibbs asked, looking down at the girl.
"Umm, I don't think anyone asked, Boss."...McGee answered.
"What's her name?"
"Constance."...Ziva said, closing her eyes, leaning her head against a railing.
"Constance?"...Gibbs asked..."What kind of name is Constance?"
"I think it's cute."...Abby smiled..."Okay, I'm going in."
"What?"...Everyone turned towards Abby as she headed down the stairs..."Abby!"...Ziva raised her voice.
"If you're too chicken to do it, Ziva, then I will."...Abby makes her way down the stairs.
Gibbs and McGee both look at Ziva.
"What?"...Ziva threw up her hands..."I am not chicken, I am...well, taking my time."
Gibbs chuckles..."Sure you are."
"Look, Abby has made contact."...Ziva pointed towards Tony's desk, all eyes moved back to Abby as she squatted in front of his desk, looking at her.
"What do you think they're talking about?"...Ziva asked, just as Abby laughed, she swung her head around, looking up at Gibbs and McGee from her seated position..."That's a good sign, yes?"
"I can go get the parabolic dish from the tech room."...McGee mentions.
"Ooh, that's a great idea, McGee."...Ziva said, rolling her eyes.
"No."...Gibbs responded.
"I was being sarcastic, I rolled my eyes...it did not come off that way, no?"
"We couldn't see your eyes, Ziva."
"Oh. I will have to remember that."
Abby rushes up the stairs smiling..."She's SO adorable and you were right, Ziva, she SO has Tony's eyes."
"What else, Abby?"...Ziva smiled.
"Well, her favorite colors are black and pink, rock on girl! She's addicted to Mt. Dew, so she'll fit right in here, she loves her caffeine! She's doesn't have any tats, yet."
"Yet?"...Ziva asked.
"A girl can change her mind about things, any thing, Ziva."...She grinned as she pulled the specimen cup from her lab coat.
Ziva grabs the cup and tosses it as far as can throw it towards the squad room.
All eyes locked onto the cup as it soared through the air until it hits and scoots across the floor.
Abby's eyes swung back towards Ziva..."Is that symptom?"...Abby grinned..."Throwing stuff?"
Ziva sighs, lowering her head.
The elevator dings..."Whoa, ho, Boss! I found something after you left."...Tony stepped off carrying a large basket of evidence. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the girl at his desk..."Who are you?"...He whispered to himself.
"Go, Ziva."...Gibbs said.
Ziva shot up and rocketed down the stairs as the others followed.
Tony walks over to her, she turns, seeing him. She rises from his chair, pulling earphones out of her ears..."Hi."...Constance shyly spoke.
"Uh, hello...umm, do I know you?"...Tony replied.
"I'm...Constance, I'm y-your..."
Ziva grabs Tony by the tie, tugging at it..."I need you."
Constance looks at Ziva.
Tony glances towards Ziva, then back at Constance.
"Now, Tony!"...Ziva raised her voice.
Tony moves towards Ziva..."What?"
"I must speak to you, in private."...Ziva takes the basket from Tony, handing it to an opened armed Abby.
"Oh, Boss, me and junior probies round a piece of cloth on one of the broken branches."...Tony said, he started looking back at Constance who was now turned looking at them..."Who is that and why is she sitting at my desk."
Ziva placed her palm on Tony's face, turning his face back towards her..."Come with me, we must talk."
"What's wrong, Ziva?"...Tony looked at Ziva, then at Gibbs..."Boss?"
"Just go, Tony."
Ziva grabs Tony's hand and pulls him towards the break area.
"Wait."...Constance spoke..."Where are you going?"
Tony turned as Gibbs moved towards the girl, Ziva continued pulling him away from the squad room..."He'll be back...I promise."...Gibbs said.
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"Sit, Tony."...Ziva said, pacing in front of him, she turned, grabbing a chair, she sits instead. She looks up at him as he leaned against the pop machine. She stood up.
"What's wrong, Ziva? You're starting to worry me."
Ziva laughs nervously as she sat back down, only to get back up. Tony steps to her, placing his hands on her shoulders, he eases her down, making her sit. He squats in front of her..."What's wrong, baby?"
Ziva looks into his eyes and smiles, then deeply sighs..."I'm late."
"Oh, no, I told Gibbs you weren't feeling well, he understands."
Ziva reaches up, cupping Tony's face with her hands..."I'm."...She swallows hard..."LATE LATE, Tony...and that girl is probably your teenage daughter."
"Heh. What?"...Tony asked, smiling, thinking she was joking.
"A week."
"You're serious?"
Ziva slowly nodded.
"My daughter?"
"That, too."
"What the f..."...Tony started to stand, Ziva grabs his tie, pulling him down to her, kissing him.
"You look..."
"Pissed? I am!"...Tony stood up, raising his hands to face, covering it. He starts flaring his nostrils through his hands. He runs his hands down the length of his face and takes a step towards the doorway.
Ziva rises, grabbing Tony's arm..."It is not her fault. Do not be mad at her."
Tony tried to speak, but he couldn't, he was too angry, he grunted deeply.
"Tony, it is NOT her fault."...Ziva said, extending her hand to his face, caressing his cheek, trying to calm him. She held her other hand to his chest, his chest was expanding and contracting rapidly..."Calm yourself."...She whispered, breathing in and out slowly, turning to urge him to breath with her..."Close your eyes."
Tony closes his eyes and took a deep breath.
Ziva slid her hand away from his chest, leaning into him, pressing the side of her head against him, feeling and listening to his heart beat.
Tony wrapped his arms around her, he tilted his head down, kissing her on the top of the head, getting a smile out of Ziva..."Feel better, yes?"
Tony took another deep breath..."What do I do, Ziva?"
"Be a father."
Tony softly laughs..."Where have I heard something like that before?"
Ziva leaned back, grinning..."I have no idea."
"But what do I know about raising a teenage daughter?"...Tony sighed.
"I will help you, if she is really yours."
"If she's really mine?"...Tony repeated what Ziva said..."Wait, what do you know about teenage girls?"
"I used to be one, Tony."...Ziva chuckled.
"Heh. Oh, yeah."...He tilted his head further down, giving her a kiss on the lips..."What's her name?"
"Constance."
Tony gasps..."Sweet Melissa Ann, I should've know, I need to talk to her."
"She's dead, Tony."
"Oh, God."...Tony shook his head, he started to get angry again..."She should've told me, she should've, I would've, I could've..."
"Yes, she should have, but that is not HER fault."...Ziva pointed in the direction of the squad room..."She obviously wants to know you or she would not have looked you up, yes?"
"What do I say? What if she thinks I abandoned her? I don't know if I can do this."
"Tell her the truth, Tony."
"Truth?"
Ziva kisses him softly on the lips..."Come on, lets go meet her."...She smiled, gripping his tie and takes a step towards the doorway.
Tony steps with her, but stops..."Wait, you're late late as in late late, late?"...Tony asked, shocked..."How did that happen?"
Ziva rolls her eyes..."Thank God you are good in bed...never mind, that is how we got into this situation in the first place."
"Situation?"
Ziva presses her hand against her stomach and sighs..."It definitely was not a yellow light one, that is for sure."
Tony puts his hands on her shoulders, turning her towards him..."More of a reddish color, huh?"...He smirked.
Ziva turned and took another step towards the doorway.
Tony wraps his arms around her from behind, his hands on her stomach..."That's why you haven't been feeling good the last couple of days, huh?"...He sets his chin on her shoulder..."Forgive me?"
Ziva smiles..."You can make it up to me."
"Heh. Yes, dear."
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Tony and Ziva walk back into the squad room, the girl was once again sitting in Tony's chair. He stopped next to his cubicle hall, he clears his throat..."Constance?"
She turns in the chair and stands up, moving out from behind his desk. She was tall, about 5'10, she reaches into her pocket, pulling out a sealed envelope..."From my mom, to you."
"I'm sorry."
"She was gravely sick, she had pancreatic cancer, it was for the best, really...no more pain."
Tony shakes his head..."I-I don't know what to say."...He lowered his head, looking at the envelope.
Constance extended her hand, touching the top of Tony's hand..."Dad?"
Tony slowly raised his head..."Dad?"...He softly repeated.
She buries herself into him, wrapping her arms around his mid-section, hugging him tightly.
Tony's arms were outward, he looked down, seeing the top of her head, he slowly and cautiously started to close his arms around her when she started to cry. He stopped, but then closed his arms around her, wrapping her lovingly in his cocoon.