Still don't own NCIS or Torchwood. Trust me I wish I did. I only own Nick and Sarah.

Chapter 3

"Your what?"

"My daughter Gibbs" I say tears threatening to fall.

"How old is she? Why haven't we met her?"

"She is 12 in September. You have never met her as she goes to boarding school and before you say anything it was her choice."

"I wasn't going to ask Ziva." Gibbs says his voice a lot calmer now "calm down. Come back to the crime scene when you are ready" he squeezes my shoulder as he walks past.

Deep breath. I wipe my eyes and rest my head against the van and close my eyes, regretting what I have just told Gibbs.

"Sprog?" I hear Jack say "You ready? Tony and McGee found a trail."

"Another person fell through? And do not call me that in front of people that I know and care about!" I say jokily. Instantly opening my eyes and getting up off the van. Jack could see I had been crying.

"Oh Ziva you told him about Nick and the sproglet didn't you?" he says pulling me into a hug. I nod inhaling his unique smell. " Did you really think that they weren't gonna find out at some point? It's better now somebody knows"

"I understand and I believe it will be better now...but I did not want to tell him like this" I say now free from his hug. "We should be getting back to the naval base" I say walking towards the team who are now gathered around the other side of the van.

"Hey Ziva! You feeling better?" DiNozzo says smiling. He looks genuinely concerned.

"What do you mean?" I reply.

"Gibbs said that you started feeling a bit ill that's all"

"Oh yeah I feel a lot better thanks" Gibbs did not tell him. Thank God. "Bad Chinese food. Shall we get back to base?" I say relieved.

"No we are going back to Torchwood the kit there is much quicker and Hi-tech than anything that you have got" Jack butts in.

"Jack there are not any Torchwood bases in America. It was set up by Queen Victoria to protect the British Empire from the rift. The last I remember, America is not part of the British Empire!" I say stating the obvious.

"Actually Sprog" Dear God I need a new nickname. "Bit of trivia for you now. Which Torchwood base went so deep undercover that it was lost?"

"Urm... Torchwood 4" I say sarcastically. Everybody who's ever worked for Torchwood knows that!

"Well I found it! And I've already checked its empty and we have access to everything" Jack says a little too happily.

Everyone looks at each other deciding who will break the news to Jack.

McGee finally decides that it's his turn to speak. "The director needs to sign off on this Captain Harkness"

"One step ahead of you McGee, He already has. Torchwood gets the lead and, since Nick was our pathologist, NCIS gets the body" Jack says smirking. "And call me Jack. Well shall we get going?"

We all climb into the black Dodge Charger. Jack driving, Gibbs shotgun, Tony, McGee and I in the back, me in the middle. Tony leans over and whispers in my ear.

"Sprog?" he says inquisitively

"Pet name. Jack has known me since I was a baby" I answer.

"But he looks the same age as me?" Tony says a confused expression on his face. I knew he would notice at some point.

"Jack is immortal. He just keeps living. He can't die. Tony" I say truthfully

"Ziva you're joking right? Immortality isn't possible right?"

"Yes of course I am joking Tony! Jack was 12 when I was born" I lie. I knew he would not believe me...why did I even try to tell him the truth?

"OK kids we're here!" Jack says treating us like children, but I suppose to him we are.