A/N I am very sorry I bet most people had given up on this story but I have just been very busy with my first term at college. But I now have 3 weeks off so hopefully I will update a few times and if I don't just shout at me too and I will :)

Disclaimer: Well if I owned it Cote definitely would not have left... (I am still bitter about this).

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Tony stop being so ridiculous" Ziva hissed in his direction. They had been fighting for well over an hour about whether Ziva should ask Tony's boss, Gibbs for help if her father decided to go after her. Which according to Ziva was very likely. She doubted he would take his only remaining child leaving Mossad well. She wish her big brother was still here to give her advice, yet he had disappeared over a year ago.

"Tony I can not ask an American federal agency to help me avoid the head of Mossad, it makes no sense! They are allies!" Ziva yelled, repeating her argument for the fifth time.

"You're not asking an American federal agency you are asking Gibbs!" he replied.

"Who works for an American federal agency!" How could he not understand! He just keeps suggesting something she knows wont work.

Tony ran his hands through his hair in frustration. She didn't understand the fact that his boss was more of a father figure then boss who would help any members of his team never mind the consequences.

He needed to stop with this conversation before it gave him a headache.

"How about we take a break from this topic and make some food?" He suggested, noticing that it was well past 10am and they hadn't eaten all morning.

She nodded in agreement before they both made their way over to the kitchen in search of something edible to eat. They both settled on a bowl of cereal each and a glass of orange.

For a few moments they sat and ate in comfortable silence both thankful they could take a break from the shouting.

"So you know maybe we should share some facts about each other, we don't actually know that much" he offered.

"Yes that's a great idea, tell me about your life Anthony DiNozzo."

For a moment he was a bit stunned about what to say, even though he was the one who suggest it. His life so far had been pretty average, apart from the passing of his mother but she already knew about that. Does he tell her about his work? That would be a sensible idea since he hasn't got much to talk about in his social life. Maybe he should tell her about Wendy? Or would it be best to leave that wound to be opened at a later date? He wasn't sure where to start.

"Erm… Well I am not exactly sure where to start" Great he was beginning to stumble over his words. "My childhood was pretty normal up to the age of 8 when my mum died and I was sent away to boarding school. Then it was just the same thing every time I would pull a prank to get in trouble in the hope of getting my dads attention. Which of course never worked." He paused, knowing he has started to get a bit uncomfortable taking about awkward times so early in the morning.

Ziva noticed his pause and reached out to place her free hand over his, nodding at him to continue.

"At 18 I received at scholarship to Ohio state college to play basketball." A smile lit up his face at the memories of playing his favourite game for his favourite team. "Go Buckeyes" He recited. Ziva's eyes dropped downwards noticing the team's logo over the sweatshirt he had leant her the night before. A small smile spread across Ziva's face as well, causing Tony to turn his hand over in hers to lace their fingers together.

"College was fun: lots of drinking, partying and girls" Ziva's eyebrow shot up at this. "No girls as beautiful as you!" He backtracked. She smirked, letting it go.

"Something happened, I stopped playing basketball. So I applied for a job at the local police station."

She noticed he skipped his reason for why stopped playing basketball, but she knew it would be a touchy subject so she decided to focus on something else.

"Why did you decide to become a cop?" she question, interested in his sudden change in career path.

The question threw him off guard a bit. Why a cop? He knew the obvious textbook answers: to help people, give back to the community or even for some people it being a family business. Yet none of these were true. His father was far from a cop and even though helping people and giving back were a bonus they definitely were not a factor he considered when he first applied for a job.

"I guess I don't really have an answer, it was just a gut instinct, I guess." Was the answer he had decided to go for in response to her question.

She pondered this for a minute, seeing if he was lying to try to avoid a tough subject. But in the end she decided it would be best to trust him. Wanting to believe he would not want to lie to her.

"You know you're a good person, Tony." she suddenly said. He smiled at her, not really knowing where that came from but glad to know she thought so.

He ran his thumb in circles across her hand, which was still linked through his as a small thanks. "You're a good person to Ziva, no matter what your father thinks."

He could feel her hand physically stiffen at his comment before she pulled it away from his and turning her body away from him. "We both know that isn't true" Came her quick response, her voice clearly trembling.

He moved round his kitchen counter to stand behind her placing a hand on her shoulder only to watch her flinch at the contact. "You're Ziva. You are just a person who was brought up in terrible circumstances. You were always told to follow orders, that killing people your father told you too was for the greater good. Yet on your first try you had the conscience to not go through with it. That's what makes you a good person." He finished by placing his arms around her waist and leaning his chin on the top of her head. Allowing her to lean back against his chest and release a trembling breath.

"Thank you Tony" She whispered. He leant down and placed a loving kiss on her cheek.

"Anytime Sweetcheeks" He replied.

She let out a small laugh before turning around in arms to look him in the eyes allowing him to see the slightly puffiness of her eyes telling him she had been crying or at least close too.

"You are not allowed to call me that, mon petit pois." He rolled his eyes and leant down to place a sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away.

"So where were we? Oh yes my first job at the police station…"

A/N so please tell me what you thought? Next time will be Tony finishing his story and probably some more fluff! :)