Emmaline was still quiet when Tony let her into his apartment that evening but he found it to be a comfortable silence, her body language was more expressive than her words. He showed her to his spare room pointing out the bathroom on the way; she placed her bag on the end of the bed and sat beside it. He observed her for a moment trying to determine what she was feeling. She seemed like she was in unfamiliar territory and he guessed she really was. She always seemed like she didn't know what to do next, always hesitating, taking a moment to decide on a course of action before acting.

He would teach her. Make sure that she would always know how to handle every situation.

"I bet you feel all scroungy from the flight I know I always do," he wanted her to know that it was okay, normal to express what she was feeling, he wanted to know what she was needing, "why don't you take a shower and when you're done we'll watch a movie."

"Okay." He showed her where all the showering necessities were located and then went into his kitchenette and dialed Ziva's number.

"David."

"Hey Ziva. It's Tony."

"Everything alright Tony?"

"Yeah I just have a favor to ask you."

"I'm not picking up your dry cleaning Tony."

"Why do you assume that I call you for selfish reasons?"

Ziva let out at little laugh at his hurt reply. "Because you're a selfish person Tony, now if you don't want your dry cleaning picked up what is it that you need?"

"I was wondering if you and Abby could take Emmy shopping tomorrow. All she has is a weekends worth of clothes."

"Of course I will. I'll call Abby tonight, what time should we come get her?"

"Uh how about you stop by at 8:00 and I'll fix you all a hearty breakfast to start off your day. I know how women are you'll be so busy shopping that you'll forget to stop and eat."

"Oh you know women better than we know ourselves." Ziva's response was thick with sarcasm but her tone soon turned serious, "have you told your father yet Tony?"

"No I'm going try getting a hold of him tomorrow while Emmy is with you."

"How is she?"

"She's quiet. I have a feeling that my biggest problem will be trying to get her to express what she needs so that I can take care of her. Not really sure how I'm going to do that other than being my overly persistent self."

"I will see tomorrow if I can help you there, I do know what it is like to have to learn to rely on other people when you are used to doing everything yourself. Don't forget that you don't have to do this all by yourself Tony. Emmaline may not be our cousin but if she is part of your family then she is part of ours and we all want to see her happy and safe. If you need help Tony we are all here for you."

"Yeah alright well I'll see you in the morning Zi."

"Good night Tony."

Tony put his phone down and walked over to his entertainment center and looked at all of his movies. What to pick? Nothing dramatic, no fighting or violence; he needed to find something light hearted. Hmmm, how about a classic, The Sound of Music? Why not.

He put the movie on top of the TV and went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

Emmy turned off the water regretfully. The water felt good but she didn't want to chance making Tony mad at her by wasting water so she got in washed and got out. She wrapped a towel around herself and toke the time to think about all that had happened. Her life had changed dramatically the second that she got off the plane. All of the FBI agents had treated her well but they were focused on taking down Steel. Nothing had prepared her for how NCIS treated her. She never knew that such kind people had existed. She was still wary waiting for the ball to drop and the glass to shatter but for now she was going to soak it up and let them teach her what they could.

She dried off, dressed and left the bathroom the way that she found it. Tony's house was nice it lacked a feminine feel but it was clean and much nicer than anyplace that she had ever seen. She walked into the room she would be staying and put her stuff away before venturing out into the living area.

Tony was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table next to a bowl of popcorn watching the highlights of a baseball game. He looked up at her and gestured that she sit on the couch next to him. He picked up the remote and clicked some buttons until the beginning of a movie began.

"I'm not sure what movies you've seen so I picked out a classic, The Sound of Music."

With the movie as a distraction Emmy began to relax, she made herself more comfortable on the couch; she stopped giving him timid glances while she reached for popcorn and about half way into the film she fell asleep. Tony finished watching the movie and then reached over to gently wake her up. He nudged her shoulder but she didn't wake.

"Emmy?" He called softly, shaking her shoulder a little harder but she still continued to sleep. Tony stood and then lifted her off the couch and carried her down the hall. He laid her in the bed and then took a moment to look at her before he went to bed himself.

Tony let out a moan the next morning he hadn't slept well, his mind wouldn't shut down. "I wonder if this is how McGee feels?" He mused out loud as he stretched and rolled over laying his arm over the other side of his bed and over the body lying next to him…..body?

"I'm not sure how McGee is going to feel when he finds out that he is the first thing that comes to your mind in the morning?"

Tony opened his eyes and glared at Ziva. "Well I'm not sure how I feel about waking up to find you uninvited in my bed."

"Oh but you did invite me for breakfast. It's 8:30 and there is no hearty food waiting on the table for us eager shoppers."

"Get up and cooking Tony!" hollered Abby from the doorway. Tony lifted his head and caught a glimpse of Abby and Emmy smiling in the hall before a pair of his boxer briefs hit him in the face. He heard Ziva giggle beside him and felt her get off the bed.

"I'm already wearing underwear Abs!" he took the pair off his face and gave them a curious sniff, "did you get these off the floor!"

It only took him a moment to brush his teeth and throw on a gray T-shirt on while he went into the kitchen. All three girls were sitting at his breakfast bar.

"So what's on the menu today Chef Tony?" Abby asked excitedly

"What would the ladies like? Something meaty, sweet, hot or cold?"

"Something hot and fast." Ziva demanded.

"Well if I'd known that's what you wanted I'd have given it to you back in the bedroom." Tony gave a suggestive eye.

"Hey keep it PG-13! I would like French toast, do you have Texas toast?" Abby slapped Tony lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh of course." Tony gave her a duh look and began collecting ingredients looking at Emmy at the corner of his eye. She had yet to speak this morning but she seemed to be comfortable, he wondered what happened before they had woken him up.

He turned on the burner and began making the egg mixture acting as though he was a cooking show host.

"Alright so we are feeding a family for four this morning on the Fabulous Tony Breakfast Show today. We will crack and egg for every two slices, everyone want's two slices right?" Two vigorous and one hesitant nod a few beats after the other two, "so once the perfect number of eggs are cracked, add a dash of milk and a few bams of cinnamon."

"Bams?" Ziva wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"Yeah Ziva don't you watch the food network? Emeril?" Abby nudged her with her elbow.

"Watch and become Americanized," Tony shook the canister of cinnamon over the egg and milk bowl and screamed, "Bam! Bam! Bam!" with every shake.

Abby laughed, Ziva rolled her eyes but Emmy flinched every time he shouted. Tony tried his best to not draw attention to her reaction but he managed to catch her eye and give her a reassuring grin as he began stirring the ingredients. "So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls once we have our batter we coat both sides of the bread and place it in the pan." The toast sizzled madly when he laid it in the pan and a large amount of smoke came up in his face. Tony reached up and turned on the fan quickly, "oops make sure that the pan isn't too hot though."

He kept up the chef persona while he finished the toast and dished everyone up but as soon as the food was done everyone was more concerned with eating than they were talking, even Abby didn't talk although she kept up a chorus of mmmmmms and ohhhhhs.

As soon as the girls were done they were on their way Abby bouncing happily ahead of Ziva and Emmy who was following timidly behind casting a glance back at Tony who waved her on.

Tony cleaned his kitchen, took a shower, shaved and dressed before he picked up his phone and dialed his dad's number hoping that it wouldn't be too hard to get a hold of him. It rang five times and he was thinking that his call would go unanswered when his dad's voice came over the receiver.

"Junior it's good to hear from you! I was going to call you, I'm on my way to D.C. my flight lands in four hours I was hoping that we could do lunch. Do you think that you could persuade the lovely Ziva to join us?"

"You're coming here?"

"Yes Junior that's what I just said isn't it?"

"Well that's perfect Dad, because there is something that I have to tell you and its better if you hear it in person." Tony couldn't believe his luck; he had reservations about telling his father about Emmy over phone. It would be much safer to tell him in person.

"What's the matter are you in trouble? This is about a girl isn't it? You're not getting married are you?"

"No! Dad, no it's nothing like that. Well, it is about a girl."

"What have you done Anthony?"

"Dad why don't you come over after you've arrived and I'll tell you about it ok?"

"Alright son I'll call you when I've landed."