another update, and reviews WILL make me write faster.

oh and LAST chap was set during 6x21(?) Toxic

Chapter 57 - The Mrs and the Sex

Tony and Trina were sitting at the dinner table together as Ziva placed the meal she and Tony had cooked, onto the table. Tony started eating straight away making Ziva rolled her eyes.

"If you choke I'm not helping you."

Tony shrugged as he attempted to swallow his huge mouthful of food. When he did he took a small bite and pretended to choke.

"Chhkk, chhkk, Ziva I'm choking, chhkk, chhkk!"

Trina giggled and Ziva glared.

The dinner was fairly normal after that. That was until dessert…

"Mum," Trina said,

"Yes Catryn?"

"Well I've been wondering… Just, well…"

"What is it?"

"Who's my dad?"

Ziva almost spat out her mouthful of ice-cream. But forced herself to swallow and her mask to hid her emotion.

"Mum?"

She didn't say anything.

"Mum?"

Ziva took another mouthful of ice-cream.

"Mum?"

Tony gave Trina a look, but she ignored it.

"Mum, who's my father?"

Ziva stood up, "I am going to bed, Trina I suggest you do the same." She left the room.

Trina looked hopelessly after her.

"Drop it, for now. She'll tell you one day, okay Kit-Kat?" Tony asked,

"I 'spose." Mumbled Trina, pushing away her half empty bowl, "I'm not hungry anymore, you can have mine." She walked out and Tony heard her heavy footsteps going up the stairs to her room.

* * *

A boy sat in a weapons carrier, moving as the truck turned a corner. He looked over at the young girl opposite him.

"You do know why you're here?" He asked in Hebrew,

"Of course. I am here as part of my training."

The boy laughed, "I meant with me."

"No."

"Your brother." He spoke, "He said I was the only officer he trusted to keep you safe."

"Mossad is not safe."

"He knows that. We all know that."

Her eyebrows were raised, "I'm surprised my father agreed."

"Your father had nothing to do with it Ziva, at your brother's request I asked for you."

"My father is a confusing man, he treats me like a child, then says I am an adult and should be ready for anything."

"You should be."

"Shut up Adin."

Adin laughed,

Ziva glared at him, "Does my brother know?"

"That you taste like honey? I hope not."

Ziva glared more. "You know what I mean." She hissed,

Adin smiled and kissed her soundly, "He doesn't, if he did I have no doubt he'd kill me."

Ziva moaned and moved so she was straddling his hips, "He would. Tali too."

"She's thirteen."

"And I'm fifteen, you're nineteen, Michael's sevente-"

Adin shut her up by claiming her mouth.

Ziva moaned and let him run his hands over her body. Slowly, so slowly, he started to peel off her clothes, only stopping when she lay on the cold, dirty floor of the weapons carrier in just her bra and panties.

"Why are you stopping?" She breathed, nerves, excitement and adrenalin bubbling up inside of her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Adin asked,

"Adin I've been sure since I was thirteen years old."

"Well, if you're positive."

Ziva nodded.

It was painful, and longer then expected, but it was wonderful. Granted, the sex wasn't great, but Adin made her feel like a goddess.

When he was done, he gently rolled of her then scooped her up and held her as she calmed down emotionally.

Eventually they dressed and waited in silence until they arrived at their destination.

Adin opened the door the smallest amount, but unfortunately, enough for their target, Joshua Pe'er to see him and shoot. Adin fell to the ground a bullet through his head.

Ziva pushed out the door and shot Pe'er five times. Twice to the chest, one to the gut, and two in the head. She then shot all seven men working for him. A boy, about her age ran out.

"Papa?" He saw Pe'er, then saw Ziva, a murderous look in her bloodshot eyes. Ziva swallowed as the boy walked toward her.

"Forgive me." She whispered, before shooting him in the leg with her last bullet.

Eight people. Eight people and a boy. She killed eight people and shot a boy in the leg. And her father was proud. Proud of the blood on her hands from where she applied pressure to the boys wound as the driver of the truck (Also Mossad) congratulated her and called the Mossad Head Quarters.

A fifteen year old girl, sat in the back of a truck. A weapons carrier. Staring into her dead boyfriend's glassy eyes, and holding in all of her emotions as she sung a prayer gently under her breath.

Ziva woke with a start and sat bolt upright in bed. Before leaning over the side of the bed and vomiting.

"Zee?" Tony sat up an moved to her side. He pulled her hair back and whispered an old lullaby to her in Italian, something he knew she found calming, but would never admit to.

When Ziva finished Tony helped her to sit up and kissed her temple.

"What's the matter Zee? Is it the baby?" He whispered as she clung to him, her breathing deep and her heart pounding.

"I'm fine."

"You're gonna have to speak English, Zee, cause last time I checked, waking up and vomiting is not in the definition of 'fine'."

Ziva smiled, "I love you Tony… And I'm really happy about us, and the baby, and I love how good you are with Catryn, and… I just… I love you Tony."

"I love you too Ziva, I love you too, but what are you talking about? Is something wrong?"

"No I just… I never told Catryn's father how I felt. He's never met her… He never even knew I was pregnant…"

Tony held Ziva close as she whispered to him, "Why not baby?" He asked softly, as his hand ran circles over her back.

"He- He uh… He died… About two hours after she was conceived."

Tony kissed Ziva's temple, "How?"

"He was shot. In the head. In front of me. I was accompanying him on a minor mission, as part of my training."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Ziva whispered,

"Why not?"

Ziva looked away and rested her head over Tony's heart, listening to its steady rhythm, "Do you remember the year before last. We had a case of the murder of a cab driver and a woman came to us about her husband?"

"Yea."

"Do you remember how she felt he was her soul mate?"

"Yea."

"You are my soul mate Tony. Adin is dead. He died when I was fifteen. He was a Mossad Officer. He would not have stayed with me to raise a baby, to hold my hand as I gave birth. And if he did, what would that mean for us? Would we ever get together? So don't be sorry Tony."

Tony was silent for a long while, and the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Eventually, just as Ziva was letting sleep wash over her, Tony whispered into her ear.

"You're my soul mate, my darling Ziva."

Ziva fell asleep with a smile, but Tony stayed awake, memories flashing before him.

"Tony?"

"Yes Katie-Love?"

"Do you ever think we'll get married? Or have kids?"

Tony laughed and pulled Kate into his arms, "Of course I do Puppy, we're in love, we're soul mates."

* * *

Ziva sighed as she carried the bags full of baby clothes and toys. She had lost Abby and McGee when they looked at cribs. And she lost Tony after passing a doughnut shop. He was supposed to be looking at bottles and carriers and prams. They had so much to do. Tony still hadn't made the study into a nursery, and they hadn't bought a crib or anything like that.

Ziva walked into a small cafe, her favourite cafe, she had told Tony to met her at their usual seat. Ziva sat down and smiled as the young girl behind the counter smiled at her and started to make Ziva's usual Hot Chocolate and serve up a slice of butter cake. Under the table, Ziva toed her shoes off, her feet were aching badly. Ziva scolded her pregnancy under her breath, but smiled when her unborn daughter kicked as if to say 'Hey! I can hear you!'.

Closing her eyes Ziva let her hand run over her stomach, relishing at the feeling of her baby moving inside her. Ziva was so in the moment she didn't hear the bell above the door jingle as a man opened it. She didn't hear his footsteps suddenly stop. Didn't sense it when he walked over to her, right behind her. Didn't feel him lean over so he could speak into her ear.

"Ani ohev otach, Zi'Nava."

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