A snoring Ziva was sprawled across the bed, laying on her front. A knock on the door awakened her. She jumped up, falling off the bed, "Tony?" She yelled out, quickly getting to her feet and moving to the bathroom, but he wasn't there, just a blanket inside the bathtub.

A second knock pounded through the room. Ziva hurried over to the door, opening it. Savannah stood in the doorway, she sighed, "Oh, it's you."

"Nice shirt." Savannah said, taking off her sunglasses, her southern accent barely registering.

Ziva squinted at her.

"What? Oh, the sweet southern belle voice, darlin'?" Savannah smiled and giggled, ratcheting up her accent, but dropped it again, "Men can't say no to it."

"So, you are a fraud then, yes?"

"Do you wear makeup?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's the same thing, sugar, making yourself more desirable, by any means." Savannah stated using her deep southern drawl once again.

Ziva grabbed the door and wanted to slam it in Savannah face, but out of respect for Tony, she didn't, "What do you want?"

"I think we got off on the wrong foot and I do apologize. You see, I may have been a tad jealous."

"Of?"

"You."

"Why?"

"You're younger, beautiful and I was told Tony's son was single, I wanted to get to know him, get him to like me, but with you here, that ain't gonna happen."

"Why do you say that?"

Savannah laughed, "Please tell me you're jokin'." She shook her head, "But anywho, I thought it would be nice for us to have some breakfast with Sarah and get to know each other a little better."

"Sarah?"

Savannah smiled, she turned holding out her hand, a small hand grabbed her pinky finger. A small redheaded girl wearing headphones appeared, "Honey, say hello to Ziva." She said, taking off the girl's headphones.

The little girl smiled and waved, "Hello."

Ziva stared at the little girl before squatting in front of her, "Hi there."

"So pretty!" Sarah smiled, reaching out for Ziva's Star of David necklace.

Savannah grabbed Sarah's hand, "Sarah, be polite and don't touch things that aren't yours."

"It is okay." Ziva said, holding out her necklace, "You may touch it."

Sarah took the necklace into her hands, feeling the pointed ends in her hands, she smiled, "Thank you."

"You are most welcome." Ziva smiled back, "Hey, did you know Sarah means princess in Hebrew?" She reached out, giving Sarah a tiny tap on the nose.

"Really?" Sarah excited said, she looked up at her mother, "I'm a princess?"

Savannah laughed and nodded.

Sarah turned back to Ziva, jumping into her arms, hugging her with all her might. She pulled back, "I like her mommy, can she have breakfast with us?"

Savannah's eyes travelled from her daughter to Ziva, "Well?"

"I would, but I can't, I have to find Tony, uh, my Tony."

"He went fishing with his father." Savannah replied.

"And he didn't tell me?" Ziva started to get upset.

"Uh, there's a note." Savannah said, pointing towards her suitcase, a piece of paper was taped to the front of it.

Ziva walked over to her suitcase, pulling off the paper and reading: "Dad dragged me fishing, didn't wanna wake you, thanks for the blanket. Sorry."

"Is everything okay?" Sarah asked.

Ziva turned, looking at Sarah and smiled, "Yes."

"Good! I want pancakes!"

Ziva laughed, "Me, too."

"Zivet!" Sarah yelled out, skipping along the beach holding her mother's hand.

"That is a first." Ziva laughed, walking next to them, "Yes?" She replied, peering past Savannah to see Sarah.

"Tell me about my big brother."

Ziva stopped in her tracks, "Ohhh, that's right. Does Tony know, Savannah?"

"No, I don't think so, how do you think he's going to react?"

"Umm, that's a good question."

"You don't think he'll like me?" Sarah ask, frowning.

"Oh, no, no, that's not what I meant." Ziva tried to explain, she moved over Sarah, kneeling in the sand in front of her, "It will just be a shock to him, but I'm sure he'll love you."

Sarah smiled, "What is he like?"

"Well, he's brave and he's funny and he's..."

"Does he like to play games?"

"Sure."

"Good, Papa D plays hide and seek with me all the time, maybe he can join in." Sarah face lit up, "You, too!"

Ziva laughed, brushing Sarah's hair behind her shoulder, "I would love to."

A siren started to blare in the far distance near the boat dock. Savannah lifted her hand above her eyes, blocking the sunshine. East Hampton's harbor patrol was escorting a deep sea fishing boat into dock, "Hey, I think that's the boat Tony chartered to go fishing."

"What?" Ziva shot up, turning towards the siren, she started running towards it. A small group had gathered around the dock as she arrived, she pushed her way through. Tony was sitting on a crate next to the boat, "Tony!"

Tony turned his head, spitting into the water, "Remind me to apologize to McGee when I get home."

"What?" Ziva asked, moving towards him. A man in uniform raised his arm blocking her. She looked up at the man, she pulled her ID from her back pocket, "What's going on?"

"You're one of him, huh?" The man said, giving her nod the go past.

"Junior caught a shark." Senior grinned, stepping off the boat.

"More like shot a shark." Vincenzo stated, still standing on the boat.

Ziva squinted hard at Vincenzo, then slid her eyes to Tony, "You shot a shark?"

"It's complicated."

Senior laughed, "Junior was puking..."

"Dad!"

"What?"

"Dad!"

"What?"

"DAD!"

"WHAT?"

Tony groaned, "Now all we need are chairs, rope, a lighter, some Nazi's and a castle on fire."

"Huh?" Senior looked at Tony confused.

"Nevermind."

A crane lowered a large, bullet-riddened bull shark onto the dock, "You actually shot a shark?" Ziva uttered in shock.

Tony sighed, "Fine, I was kneeling on the back of the boat, puking into the water and well, how am I suppose to know vomit makes a great chum trail, huh? The next thing I know, this damn thing came out of the water and all I saw was teeth, rows of them! So I shot the bastard!"

"7 times." The man in uniform added.

Tony turned, looking at the man, "Hey! I'm not shark food, Chief Brody!"

Ziva looked at the man, "Can I take him?"

The man nodded as Ziva walked over to Tony, helping him up, "Are you okay?"

"I think my stomach is finally empty, so that's a good thing, I guess."

Ziva held Tony steady as they walked past Savannah and Sarah, the little girl waved and smiled at him. Tony looked back at her as they kept walking, "Who's that?"

"Your soon-to-be step-sister."

"Huh?" Tony stopped and turned around, "DAD!"

Senior walked into Tony's beach house, "You wanted to see me, Junior?"

Tony slammed the door, pushing his father against the door, grabbing the front of his shirt and holding him firmly against it.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Tony shook his head, "Dad, dad, dad." He let go of his father. Senior stepped away from the door as Tony rubbed at his face, "Savannah Miller, widowed, inherited 5 million dollars from her late husband."

"So?" Senior said.

"She has a fucking kid, Dad!" Tony yelled, slamming his father back against the door.

"Get your damn hands off me, Junior!"

"Is this for real or just another one of your damn cons?"

Senior looked at Tony oddly, "W-what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Dad, exactly!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't like your tone, Junior."

"Fine, Dad, but I'll only say this once, this better be on the up and up, because if it's not, I swear to God, you'll be dead to me."

Senior laughed, "Paranoia runs deep at NCIS, I see. You've spent way too much time with that Gibbs fellow, Junior."

Tony groaned, stepping back from his father, rubbing at his head, "God, my head is freakin' killing me."

"Junior, relax, have a good time, make love to Ziva, I bet she's one hell of a lay and here." Senior smirked, tossing him a bottle of aspirin, "This should help you."

"Enough, she's not like that."

"Suuuuuure." Senior grinned, he turned opening the door, Ziva was standing at the doorway, he smiled at her, "Ziva."

"Tony." Ziva smiled back.

Senior slid past Ziva as she entered the room, closing the door behide her. Tony was sitting on the foot of the bed, shaking some pills from the bottle into his mouth, "So, what was all the yelling about, Tony?"

"Nothing."

Ziva moved over to Tony, squatting in front of him. She gently grabbed his wrists, "Talk to me."

Tony sighed, "I don't know what to do."

"What, Tony? Do about what?"

Tony took Ziva into his arms, hugging her tightly, tears flowing from his eyes, "I really don't."

Author Note #1 - nuh nuh nuh-nuh nuh nuh nuh-nuh !