Ziva turns her head, hearing Tony's voice. She quickly takes off her apron, tossing it across the back of a kitchen chair. She runs her hands down her body, straightening her dress. She takes a deep breath and steps to the doorway, Tony was waiting for her..."How do I look?"
Tony stood there, smiling..."Alluring, angelic, beautiful, breathtaking..."
Ziva grabs his tie, pulling his head to her, kissing him.
"Magnificent, marvelous, radiant, splendid."...He grins..."Hot."
Ziva laughs, kissing him again..."I think you can stop now."
A knock at the door, makes Constance clear her throat.
"This is last change to run, Tony."...Ziva whispered.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ziva."
Ziva smiles, lifting her hand to his face, caressing it..."You're a handsome, sexy...stupid man."
"Yeah, but I'm your stupid man."...He grinned.
"Tony..."...She softly sighs.
"Ziva, I don't care what he thinks, or anyone for that matter, except you."
"I love you, Tony."...She sighed sweetly, her eyes beginning to well.
"Then that's all that matters."...Tony leans down, kissing her..."Don't cry."
"I can't help it."
Tony smiles..."Hormones, I know."
"Tony...he doesn't know."
"You want me to tell him?"
Another knock at the door, makes Ziva turn her head..."No, I will do it."...She steps away from Tony, moving towards the door.
Tony follows her, but she stops, looking back..."Wait, please."...Tony stops and nods.
Ziva makes her way to the door, opening it.
Her father stood tall, dressed in a nice gray suit and a long black trenchcoat.
Ziva kisses him on the cheek..."Shalom, Aba."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Ziva."...He said, holding out a bottle of win, she takes it from him and steps back, allowing her father to enter.
"They are not coming in?"...Ziva asked.
He looks back for an instant..."No."
Ziva closes the door, taking her father's coat and starts introducing him to everyone.
Constance smiles and shakes his hand, then takes the coat and bottle of wine from Ziva and makes her way towards Tony..."Good luck."...She whispered.
Tony gives Constance a double look as she passes by him.
"So, where is the man that has stolen my daughter's heart?"...Her father asked.
Ziva turns..."Tony."
Tony steps forward..."Glad to meet you, Sir...I've heard a lot about you."
He looks at Tony, then at his daughter..."This is the man, Ziva?"
"Ken, Aba."
His eyes travel from Ziva to Tony then back to her..."He is not Jewish?"
"Lo, Aba."...Ziva quickly answered.
An eerie silence fell over the house.
"This can not be, you are my only child, Ziva."
"Mr. David."...Tony started to speak.
"Silence, this is between me and my daughter."
"Actually no, it's not, Sir."...Tony hastily replied.
Eli David looks at Tony, glaring at him.
Tony eyes swung to Ziva, her head was down, she was breathing rapidly..."Ziva?"...He extended his hand toward her.
"Af'paam, Ziva!"...Eli David yells..."Ee'efshar!"
Ziva looks up at her father, sobbing, tears streaming down her face..."Why?"
"Because I said so!"
Ziva storms off, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Tony quickly goes after her.
Constance moves to in front of Mr. David..."You're such a BEN ZONA!"
He looks at her, shocked.
"She made kugel and soofganiot for you, asshole!"
"How dare you talk to me like that! Ziva?! Come out here. NOW!"...He tries to move past Constance, but she moves in front of him again.
"I think you've done enough, don't you?!"
"Constance."...Ducky grabs her arm..."Calm yourself, my dear, he's the director of Mossad."
"I don't give a shit if he's the Pope!"
"Shhh. Calm down, Constance."...Gibbs whispered, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Constance looked back, surprised..."Where did you come from?"
"Pennsylvania."...Gibbs smirked, making Constance smile.
"Who are you?"...Eli David asked, looking at Gibbs.
"He's my boat building grandpa."...Constance smiled.
Gibbs shakes his head, flashing a smile..."Gibbs, NCIS."
"Ahhh."...Eli David expressed..."The man that killed my son."
"If he's anything like you, I'm sure he deser..."...Gibbs covers Constance's mouth with his hand before she could finish, she continues to mumble through his hand, before finally giving up.
"It's Thanksgiving, what could possibly be so bad that this beautiful young woman, of just 16, is swearing up a storm?"...Gibbs wondered, he lifts his hand from her mouth.
"Dad isn't Jewish, so this son of a."...Gibbs quickly covers her mouth again, she continues to mumble, until she sighs and stops.
A knock on the door, turns everyones attention to the front door..."Go get the door, Constance."...Gibbs lets go of her mouth and gently smacks her on the back of the head..."Stop being such a DiNozzo."
"Heh. Sorry, I can't help it."
"I know."...Gibbs smiled.
Constance moves to the door, opening it; a tall, exquisitely dressed man stood looking at her..."Hi."...She shyly spoke, she could her father in him, he looked like an older version, his hair dark, slicked back, his skin a tad wrinkled..."Grandpa."
"Excuse me?"...He leaned in, not hearing what she said.
"I-I'm your granddaughter."