At 6:01 Tony knocked on Ziva's door excitedly. He wasn't excited about seeing his family again. That actually scared the hell out of him; he was excited because he got to spend the week with Ziva, the love of his life, even though she didn't know it. But, what Tony didn't know is that Ziva loved him too, and was practically running to the door right now.
When Ziva opened the door, she saw Tony, and was instantly happy. "Tony, you are on time, I am impressed." Ziva said.
"Thank you, Ziva." Tony replied.
"Now, are we ready to go?" He said.
"Yes Tony, we are. Just let me get my bag." Ziva replied.
"No, I will get it; you can go ahead and head to the car."
"Toda, Tony."
On the ride to the DiNozzo's, Tony was unusually quiet, and Ziva was worried.
"What is wrong Tony?" Ziva asked.
"I am worried about seeing my dad." He said.
"Tony, I will be there for you when you see your father is you need me." Ziva said in a sincere tone and grabbed his hand and squeezed reassuringly.
"Thank you, Ziva that means a lot." Tony said as he pulled into the drive-way of a very elegant and large house.
"We're here, Ziva." Tony said.
When they were both out of the car, Tony grabbed Ziva's hand again, and led her to the door. He rang the doorbell and a man that looked exactly like Tony, except he had a very slight age difference, answered the door.
"Tony; long time, no see!"
"Hey Drew!" He said.
"Who is this? Your girlfriend?" He asked Tony.
"Yes, this is Ziva David; we have been dating for seven months." Tony said, "Ziva, this is Andrew." Ziva looked at him skeptically.
"Shalom…. I mean…. Hello Andrew." Ziva said.
"You can call me Drew." He said and shook her hand. Ziva smiled and then Drew turned around and walked to the living area where all the rest of Tony's family sat.
"What was that?" Ziva asked.
"Rule seven; always be specific when you lie." Tony said. Ziva smirked.
When they entered the living area, Tony started introducing all f his family members.
"Alright, Ziva, these two are Marci and David." He said, pointing to a woman slightly younger than him and a man with dark brown hair and a muscular build sitting beside her. "Marci is my younger sister, and David is her husband, they have a son and a daughter; Hadleigh and Cameron." Tony continued. "Hadleigh is 12 and is sitting beside David, and Cameron, the boy, is 6 and is sitting beside Marci." "You following me?" he asked.
"Yes, Tony, I have a photographic memory, remember? Continue."
"Okay."
"You know Drew already; this is his wife, Olivia, and on her lap is his 2 year old daughter, Lilliana, you can call her Lilly. Beside Olivia is Callan, who is the youngest and my brother, and last but not least is my mom and dad." Tony tensed when he said dad and Ziva squeezed his hand.
"My mom, Madeleine, is here beside Callan."
Ziva hadn't spoken until now. "Hello, Mrs. DiNozzo." She said.
"Dear, please call me Maddy." Tony's mom said.
"Toda, I mean… thank you, Maddy." Ziva said.
"Now, Anthony, introduce your father." Maddy said to Tony.
"Okay mom." He replied.
"Ziva, this is my dad, Micah."
"Mr. DiNozzo." Ziva said and shook his hand.
"Call me Mike." He said.
"Everyone, this is Ziva David, my girlfriend."
"So… Ziva, how did you and Tony meet."
Tony had been dreading this question. He didn't know how they would react.
"Well… I am a liaison at NCIS with Mossad, and we work on Gibbs's team together."
They had a good reaction; there was much ohhh-ing and some ahhh-ing.
"So, you're an assassin?" Hadleigh asked.
"Hadleigh is very smart and is not girly at all." Tony whispered in her ear.
"Ah, my kind of girl." She whispered back.
"Yes Hadleigh, I am." Ziva answered.
"Sweet!"
Everybody laughed at Hadleigh's excitement.
"Tony can I see you in the kitchen." Mike said.
Tony looked at Ziva and she shook her head.
"Yeah, okay." He said.
"So, Ziva I heard you say Toda earlier, what exactly does that mean." Hadleigh asked.
"It means thank you in Hebrew. I can speak 5 languages fluently and the basic of 4." Ziva replied.
"Cool! What languages?" She continued to ask.
Ziva laughed, and said, "Fluently; Spanish, French, Arabic, English, and Hebrew, but just the basics of German, Italian, Russian, and Turkish."
"What else can you do?"
"Well… she can kill with a paper clip 18 different ways, is a sharp shooter, can throw knives to kill, and is the best cook I have ever seen!"
Ziva was expecting them to be scared of her now. But, they weren't.
"Wow! You have to teach me how to do some of that stuff!" Hadleigh said enthusiastically.
"Maybe when you are older." Ziva laughed and looked at Marci.
"Ahhh, man." Hadleigh said.
"Thank you." Marci mouthed. Ziva just smiled. She was beginning to like this family.
"Alright, I am taking Ziva upstairs to see our room." Tony announced.
"Okay, bye Ziva." They all said.
As they walked up the stairs Tony said, "They seem to like you."
"Yes, I can make Hadleigh into my little protégée." She laughed.
"What did your dad want?" Ziva asked.
"Well…"