The older DiNozzo just stood there, looking upon Constance with much curiosity.
"I'm your granddaughter."...Constance announced once again.
"I heard you the first time."
Constance sighs, lowering and shaking her head in a disappointed manner.
He raises his gloved hand, lifting her chin..."Never lower your head, Constance, you are beneath no one."
A small smile spread over her face..."You know my name?"
"Of course I know your name...I've just never seen you before."
"Then why haven't you visited? Called? Anything?!"...Constance started to get upset.
"Your father and I..."...He exhales sharply..."We really don't get along too well. We haven't since the death of his mother."
"Why? What happened?"
He removes the leather glove from his right hand, moving it to her cheek, caressing it lovingly..."You look like my Marie, her eyes...so beautiful."...He smiles at her..."She would've loved you."
"Do you really think so?"...Constance smiled back at him.
"I know so and DiNozzo's are never wrong."
"Heh. That's what we keep telling everyone, but people don't always listen."
He lowers his hand..."Where is Anthony?"
"Who? Oh, Dad!"...Constance turns, pointing towards the hallway.
He makes his way towards the hallway, but is cut off by Eli David..."You're the father of Anthony DiNozzo?"
"And you are?"
"Eli David...we should talk."
"In regards to what, Eli David?"
"Our children are making a terrible mistake."
"Is that everyones opinion or just yours?"...Mr. DiNozzo looked around the room, then back at Eli..."I didn't see anyone raise their hands."
"He is not Jewish."
"And she's not Roman Catholic."
"Yes, that's right, then we agree, this is wrong?"
"No."...He steps past Eli.
"What do you mean, no?"...Eli asked, turning.
Mr. DiNozzo stops, turning back..."If my son is willing to settle down with someone, that means something."
"I will take her back, by force, if need be."...Eli David stated.
"What do you think is going to happen? By some divine intervention, she's going to start believing in Jesus? And don't worried, he's circumcised, I was there when it happened."
Eli David steps forward in an aggressive manner..."You do not want to cross me."
"Stop it!"...Gibbs yelled, getting between the two men, he looks at Eli David..."Ari Haswari, not David."
Eli looks at Gibbs..."How dare you bring up his name! You killed my son!"
"No, Aba, I killed him."...Everyone swung towards Ziva, her hair wet, she was no longer wearing her dress, replaced with cargo pants and one of Tony's hoodies.
"Ziva?"...Her father asked, shaking his head..."They've brainwashed you."
"No."...Ziva stepped forward..."I shot him, I killed him. ME!"
"You do not know what you're saying, Ziva, stop it!"
"No, you stop it! I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not your little girl anymore, this is my life, do you not understand that?!"...Ziva reaches out, grabbing her father's jacket by the lapels..."I love him, Aba."...She softly spoke..."With all my heart."
"No, no...no, Ziva."
"I'm with child, his child."
"W-what?"...He uttered, then started to get visually upset.
The bedroom door opens, a jacket-less Tony steps out, all eyes moving to Tony as he carefully closes the door, he turns, seeing everyone look at him..."Uh. Heh. What's going on?"...Tony notices his dad..."Oh, hey, Pop."
Eli David looks at Tony..."YOU!"
Tony looks at Ziva, then back at Eli..."Aww, Grandpa."...Tony smiles, holding out his hands, offering him a hug.
Eli grunts and tries to move towards Tony, but Ziva places her hand on his chest, he looks down at her..."If you touch him, you will never, ever and I mean ever see your grandchild. I will run and you will never find me."...Ziva calmly spoke, she then backs up, moving next to Tony.
Eli raises his hands in frustration..."You're not even married!"...He lowers his head, rubbing his brow..."If your mother was alive..."
"I believe that's my fault."...Mr. DiNozzo spoke.
"Ziva, I'd like you to meet my father, Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. and what do you mean, it's your fault? What's your fault? Nothing is ever your fault."
"It's nice to meet you."...Ziva replied, smiling.
"She is beautiful, Anthony, now get on one knee."
"Pop?"
"Down, Anthony."
"Why?"
"I admit, when I first heard of your trip to New York several weeks ago to look inside your safety deposit box, I thought it was the same son that deserved to be cut off, but then, I receive a phone call from this woman with the craziest of stories; not only did I have a granddaughter, but I had another one on the way."
"Grandson."...Tony quickly replied, grinning.
Ziva quickly elbows Tony in the gut.
"Or granddaughter."...Tony gasped in pain, dropping to one knee.
Ziva smiles..."Better."
Mr. DiNozzo pulls his hand from his jacket..."I understand why you didn't tell me, our relationship has been strained and it's possible some of it is my fault."
"Okay, you're scaring me now, what happened to my father?"...Tony said, confused.
"Your mother's death left a giant hole in my heart, Tony...and I never got over it and whenever I look at you, I see her and it hurts."
"I remind you of my dead mother?"...Tony tried to get up, but his father holds out his hand, palm up, he opens his fingers, revealing a small box, Tony looks at it..."Dad?"
"We always talked about you getting married and she wanted you to have her ring, the same ring I gave to her, the ring she wanted you to give to the woman you loved. Well, we were hoping it was a woman."...He joked..."Here."...Mr. DiNozzo offered the box to his son.
Tony starts to reach his hand out, not stops, hesitating, but finally takes the box from his father.
"Go on, ask her."
Tony quickly looked at his father, then at Ziva.
"Go on, Dad."...Constance smiled, urging him on.
"Yes."...Ziva spoke up, tears streaming down her face.
"Let the lad ask first, Ziva."...Ducky smiled.
Tony opens the box, turning it towards her..."Ziva..."
"Yes, yes, yes...now get up, I'm hungry, I'm eating for two, yes?"...She smiled, wiping under her nose with her sleeve.
"Ziva..."...He swallows hard..."Will you marry me?"...Tony proposes, then quickly says..."Before your father kills me."...He grinned, but quickly gritted his teeth.
Ziva laughs and drops to her knees hugging and kissing him. She leans back, Tony held the ring between his thumb and index fingers. She holds up her left hand as he slides the ring onto her finger..."Heh. It fits."
Tony's father held out his hand towards Eli..."Welcome to the family."
Eli sighs, shaking his hand..."So, you made kugel, huh?"
Ziva smiles..."Yes, mother's recipe, except I used sweet potatoes rather than regular potatoes. I'd had a sweet tooth lately."
Tony stands, helping Ziva up.
Ducky lifts Tony's tie, examining it..."Are those teeth marks on your tie, Tony?"...He wondered.
"Heh. No. Maybe. Possibly. Yeah."...Tony grinned, finally admitting it.
"Aww."...Ducky expressed, flashing a quick smile..."To be young again."
"I told you he was a gigolo, Donald!"...Mrs. Mallard called out.
"Oh, mother."...Ducky covered his face with his hand, embarrassed.
Ziva look on, confused.
Tony laughs, smiling big..."I'll tell you later."...He moves past her, hurrying into the kitchen..."Mystery pie time!"
"Don't you dare, Tony!"...Ziva raced after him.