A/N: REVIEW. i have loads of people reading it and adding it to their alerts but no one reviewing.
I own nothing to do with NCIS. The italics are flashbacks.
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They sat down to lunch in a french cafe.
"So. What did you and your father talk about?" Tony asked Ziva, as he took a sip of the hot brown liquid.
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"Ziva, I will not mess around with small talk, I know how you hate that," Ziva's father told her, "I wish for you to come back to Mossad."
"Why?"Ziva asked her father.
"Well my dear, you are one of the best officers at Mossad, besides you left NCIS remember? You do not need to stay with them just becasue they rescued you." He explained.
"I do not feel like I have to do anything. I want to stay with NCIS. They do not make me feel like I need to do anything. That would be the exact reason why i want to stay at NCIS."
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"Just umm work, NCIS, Mossad. Just buisness." Ziva answered, she looked down, avoiding his gaze, knowing that he would have seen her lies through her eyes, "We talked about you aswell, in a way."
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"Is there somethign you would like to tell me Ziva?" her father enquired.
"About what, papa?"
"Whoever the man is that put his shoes in the corner," he said as he pointed to where Tony kicked his shoes off the previous night, "Agent DiNozzos?"
"What if they are?It is nothing to do with you." Ziva told her father. She crossed her arms, her father was the only human being that intimadated her; and deep down she hated hom for it.
"Yes it is my buisness Ziva. You are my daughter. I want to look out for you, protect you." he explained.
"Protect me? Look out for me?" She laughed in disbelief," Were you looking out for me when you told Micheal to use me for information? When you sent me on a suicide mission to Somalia? Get out. I don't want to see you."she glared at her father as if he was venom.
"Ziva dear I-" he was cut off by Ziva.
"Out! Now" she yelled at him.
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"Me? Now i'm nervous," Tony said,"How did I get brought up?"
"He saw your shoes. Asked if they were yours - he knew you drove me home. I told him it was none of his buisness. he got pissed so I told him to leave." Ziva stated.
Tony reached over and grabbed her hand, and ever so gently brushed his lips over her knuckles,"You ok?"
"Yeah," at his look she smiled and told him, "I'm fine, Tony, don't worry about me. Come on, lets go for a walk or something."
Tony got up and followed Ziva out of the cafe, he would follow her anywhere.
A/N:please review. i am begging:)i know it's short but I balme my writers block.
BonEsFantastic - all the good bits are hers