A/N: So it's been a few I apologize. My request for help went unnoticed boo hoo. So I decided to try and just come up with what I could by myself. I'm still in need of help though so pleeeaaaaaaaaase do not hesitate to email me jennymval_.

Disclaimer: No NCIS is not mine.

Secrets

It was another typical day at the office for Tony, Ziva and the rest of the NCIS gang. They had a case, followed up on leads, received a few head smacks from Gibbs every now and then, and tried to do everything they could so they wouldn't have a late night and then have do it all over again the next day on about 4 hours of sleep.

That particular Monday, Ziva was out with Gibbs while Tony was in the bullpen chit chatting away with McGee, trying to prove to him that his hunch on the case was right.

"I'm telling you McGoo, it's the ex-wife. She had all the motive in the world!"

"No, no my money's on the current girlfriend, she knew he was loaded from the very beginning."

Tony opened his mouth to argue some more, but was interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

"DiNozzo." He answered cockily.

"Tony, its Rosie."

"Oh hey how's it going is everything all right?" Rosie never called Tony and Ziva while they were at work when she was babysitting unless it was a matter of extreme importance. Tony was immediately worried.

"Um, yea me and Bella are fine. I just picked her up from school and she's doing her homework right now."

"Oh ok well what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, uh, I don't know exactly how to say this…" Rosie was getting nervous.

"Come on Rosie if it wasn't important, you wouldn't have called." Tony was getting slightly annoyed.

"You seem to have uh, um a guest here at the house." Rosie finally spat out.

"Well Rosie you know Bella has her little friends over all the time, it's totally fine with me and Ziva, you don't have to call to let us know," Tony started.

"No Tony, it's not like that. She says she needs help and that she needs to go to NCIS."

"What?" Tony was more confused than ever now.

"She just showed up like 20 minutes ago! She rang the doorbell and,"

"Just bring her here ASAP! You can tell me everything when you get here." Tony said anxiously. He hung up the phone and immediately dialed Gibbs' cell.

"Gibbs we got a problem…no it doesn't have anything to do with this case…well the babysitter called and said that this girl showed up at our house saying she needed to be taken to NCIS…I don't know I told her to tell me when she got here…yea sorry 'bout that Boss, this one's on me…*smacks himself on the back of the head*…yea me and McGee will be on it once she gets here…"

"What was that all about?" McGee asked.

Tony sighed exasperatedly.

"That bad huh?" McGee said trying to lighten the mood. Tony gave him a look.

Twenty minutes later, Gibbs and Ziva returned from their field work. Ziva immediately wanted answers.

"Is Bella ok? Where is she?" Ziva asked worriedly.

"Bella's fine, Rosie's been on her way, but she's stuck in traffic so she might be another 15 minutes." Tony said.

They all waited patiently trying to stay focused on the current case, but didn't really have any luck. Gibbs left for a coffee break, leaving Tony, Ziva, and McGee to wait and ponder away. After about 20 minutes of endless waiting, Bella finally emerged from the elevators.

"Mama, Daddy!" Bella exclaimed, her sandy curls bouncing as she ran into Ziva's arms.

"Hello my love!" Ziva said wrapping Bella in her arms protectively. "How was your day?"

"Good." Isabella still hadn't completely recovered from the previous parent/teacher conference. She had a hard time trusting Mrs. Hurley after that and didn't really talk about school as much. The only thing that kept her spirits high was the school musical. Apparently Mrs. Carroll was her new favorite teacher.

"Hey kiddo, come here and give your ole man a big hug!" Tony said kneeling down and opening his arms wide. Bella giggled and gave Tony a hug and a kiss. After that she went and greeted her Uncle McGee and skipped away to join her Aunt Abby in her lab.

"Where is Rosie?" Ziva asked. Before anyone could answer, the elevator dinged again and out came Rosie with a little girl behind her.

"Hi guys sorry, we had to get these visitors passes and they let Bella come up right away since they know her and," Rosie started but stopped when she realized everyone was staring at the little girl behind her.

"Hello." Ziva said warmly to the timid little girl. She looked about 8 years old, with chin length dirty-blonde hair, and great big blue eyes. A pink flowery duffel bag was slung on one shoulder, and a backpack on the other.

"What's your name?" McGee asked.

The little girl proceeded to stay silent. Ziva could tell she felt very uneasy.

"Why don't we go and get snack, yes?" Ziva said holding out her hand out. The little girl looked up at Ziva, and slowly took her hand.

When Ziva and the little girl were out of earshot, Tony practically pounced on Rosie, demanding to know everything about the mystery kid.

"What happened?" Tony said seriously.

"Well, after I gave Bella a snack, I heard the doorbell ring and she was there." Rosie answered calmly.

"Well how did she show up? Did you see a car drop her off? Was anyone else with her?" Tony asked.

"When I answered the car had already taken off. It was a cab. I didn't get the license plate."

Tony groaned. "Did she tell you her name?"

"No. I asked but all she said was that she needed to go to NCIS."

Tony sighed running his fingers through his hair in frustration. It was going to be a long night.

*NCIS*

Ziva sat with the little girl in the conference room, while she ate her candy bar, chips, and sipped her soda.

"You sure are hungry there." Ziva said. The little girl nodded. "When was the last time you had something to eat?"

The girl paused.

"Breakfast." She said softly.

Ziva was relieved. She finally spoke!

"Did you eat at your house?"

The girl shook her head no.

"Honey, I hope you understand that we are all here to help you." Ziva said softly placing her hand over the little girls'. "It would really help us if you could tell me your name."

The little girl stopped eating and looked up at Ziva, her blue eyes filling with tears.

"Karine." She said softly.

"That is a very nice name." Ziva said smiling. Karine returned the smile slightly.

"So, how old are you Karine?"

"Ten." Karine said continuing to munch on her snacks. "I'm small for my age."

Ziva chuckled.

"Karine, where did you eat breakfast at?"

"On the plane."

"So you do not live here in this area?"

Karine shook her head no. "I live far away."

"How far?"

"Europe."

Ziva raised her eyebrows. "Europe?" she asked.

Karine nodded. "I was born in New York, but then we went to Paris when I was 6."

"Who is we?" Ziva asked.

Karine immediately shut down again. "Me and Mom." She answered timidly. She pushed her snacks away and began to cry.

"Honey, please tell me what is wrong." Ziva said going over to the side of the table and kneeling in front Karine.

"I just miss my mom." Karine said inbetween cries.

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know! She just said that she was in trouble and that I would be safer here."

"Here with whom? NCIS?" Ziva asked.

Karine nodded. "She said you guys would protect me here. I just wanna go home and be with her!" She threw herself into Ziva's arms and cried her heart out.

"Shh, there, we are going to figure everything out ok?" Ziva said soothingly.

As Karine cried in Ziva's arms, Ziva could not shake the uneasy feeling she still had. 'Why in the world did this little girl's mom send her to NCIS? Why did she not send her to the FBI? What is so special about NCIS? Does her mother know someone from here? How did she know where we lived? Why did she go to our house?' So many more questions, so many more unfulfilled answers.

A/N: Whoo another cliffy! This was the best I could come up with without help. Hope y'all still enjoyed the chapter though! But if I want the story to go where I want it to go, I really really really really really need assistance! So again if anybody can help me out PLEASE email me! Gracias! Reviews make the world go round :]