Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Her head snapped up when she heard the elevator doors open. Tim gave her a small smile as he returned to the bullpen, before going to her and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Just as she opened her mouth to ask what the conversation was about, Asher rushed down the steps from the director's office. "Abba!" The two looked up, even as Tim moved around the desk and knelt down, catching his son as the boy rushed towards him.

"Oh! Come here, buddy!" Tim toppled back onto the floor, pulling Asher into his lap as they sat on the floor beside Kate's former desk. "Now, what-"

"I'm sorry Agent McGee-" He looked up to see Cynthia coming into the bullpen.

"It's okay, Cynthia." He gave the woman a small smile before turning back to his son. "Now, what is so important-" Asher pulled a folded piece of paper out of his jacket and unfolded it, handing it to his father. Tim took it, not at all surprised to find a drawing on it.

"It's you and Ima and me." The boy said, proudly. Tim chuckled, handing it to Ziva.

"Thank you. I love it." He pressed a firm kiss to his son's head, as Ziva handed it back.

"What are you going to do with it?" Asher asked, as his father stood, helping him to his feet.

"I am going to place this on my corkboard next to my desk, so I will always be able to see it, okay, how about that?" The boy nodded eagerly, as Ziva pulled him into her lap and pressed a kiss to his head. When Tim finished, he turned to them. "There. How about that?" Asher looked up at Ziva, grinning, before he climbed off her lap and rushed to Tim. This time, he knelt down and caught his son as he rushed at him. As he settled the child on his hip, Asher said,

"I will make you more, Abba!" Tim grinned.

"I would love that." The boy wrapped his arms around his neck, and Tim pressed a kiss to his head, breathing in his scent. He pressed another kiss to his son's dark curls, just as the elevator opened and Tony entered, shuffling over to his desk.

"You look like Death run over." Asher said, turning to watch as Tony began brushing his teeth, his back to them.

"Warmed over." Tim gently corrected. Asher turned to his father, nodding in understanding.

"And Death would probably be as horrified as I am, Agent DiNozzo." A moment passed, before Tony turned, to see Tim shift his son on his hip. He stared at the kid, before turning and finding Ziva sitting at Kate's desk.

"What is the kid doing here? And... what are you doing here?" The younger agent glared at him, before pressing a kiss to his son's head and glancing at Ziva before joining her. Silently, Tim shifted his son onto his other hip as Ziva sat back in her chair and thought a moment, glancing at Tim.

"Um... waiting."

"For what?" Tony asked, clueless.

"To start work." She glanced at Tim. "Does everyone always come in this late?"

"It's zero-seven-hundred. Didn't you talk to her about this?" Tim shrugged, keeping silent.

"At Mossad we start at zero-five-hundred."

"What is Mossad?" Everyone turned to Asher, who shrunk back, curling against his father. Ziva's dark eyes flashed, and she shook it off, giving her son a big smile.

"Nothing that little boys like yourself need to be concerned with. Now that you have given Abba his picture, how about you go back up with Jenny and color some more for him?" Asher nodded as Tim set him down. Quickly, Ziva pressed a kiss to his head, but the boy stopped, turning to his father.

"Can we get Nutter Butters first?" His parents shared a glance, before Ziva nodded and got up, kneeling in front of him so he would pay attention.

"All right, but Abba is to take you to the break room, you are not to go by yourself, understood?" Asher nodded eagerly, latching onto Tim's hand and tugging for him to come. Meanwhile, Tony had made his way to Kate's desk, watching Ziva closely.

"Let me rephrase the question. What the hell are you doing here, Ziva? Besides living with Tim and raising his son, I get that. But what are you doing here?" She stood, realizing that she hadn't been fully clear.

"I see. Gibbs did not tell you. Mossad has assigned me to NCIS as a liaison officer. We are going to be working together. Permanently."

"Gibbs know?" She stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"Do you think I would be here to work if he did not?" She chuckled, finally noticing his appearance, just as Tim returned from the break room with Asher. Quickly, Ziva covered her mouth lightly with her fingers. "You might want to do something about your hair. It is sticking up like a... porcuswine... no, wrong word.. porcupig... the little animal with the little spikeys, ken?" She demonstrated with her fingers on her forehead.

"Porcupine." Tim corrected as he joined them.

"Porcupine! Toda, Timothy." She breathed his name softly, giving him a smile as Asher went to her and gave her a quick hug before doing the same to Tim and rushing back up the stairs to Jenny's office. She picked up the still hot coffee Tim had gotten before they came in, and took a sip, sitting back down. "Anyone have a key for this?" She gestured to the desk.

"That's Kate's desk." Tim said, suddenly realizing where she was sitting. Ziva stared at him.

"But if I am going to be part of your team-"

"You're part of our team?" Tim asked, surprised. Ziva nodded.

"Ken. Timothy, you know that. The day I introduced you to your son, Jenny-" She stopped, grabbing the green folder with the paperwork and handing it to Tim. He quickly scanned it before handing it to Tony. "Here are my orders, that you have already seen, Timothy, remember, signed by Director Shepard." She glanced at the younger agent. The elevator doors dinged open, and all three turned. Snatching the folder back, Ziva moved towards Gibbs, holding out a hand, but he just turned and headed back into the elevator.

"Ms. David, my office, now." She glanced at Tim before slowly following the older agent.