A/N: In the last chap I said that Caleb was 12, but if you do the math he's actually 13. Sorry, my mistake.

They flash their badges, to get through airport security. They race towards the gate, and watch as the aircraft deplanes. He stands next to his partner. She looks at him, briefly, with the look of anxiety, and relief, all in one.

"What does he look like?" he questions.

"I..."

"Does he look like you?" Tony clarifies.

"No, he doesn't look like me, not really."

"Meaning?"

"He's got my nose, and my lips, and the rest comes from somewhere else."

"How am I supposed to spot him, if I don't know what to look for?"

"Just keep a look out."

"That's not very helpful."

"He's probably wearing a Buccaneers t-shirt. That is his favorite team."

"It's not football season," he points out.

"That doesn't matter to him. He is a die-hard fan."

Droves of people walk past them. Eventually the crowd dies down, and there is no sign of Caleb. Tony steps in. He walks over to a flight attendant, standing near the podium.

"Can I help you?" she asks.

"We're waiting on someone."

"That was everyone, I think. Except for the pilot."

"He's thirteen, his name is Caleb."

"Oh."

"Is he on board?"

"Who are you?"

Tony flashes his badge, "I'm with NCIS," he points to Ziva, "She's here to pick him up."

"And who is she?"

"Ziva," he calls her over.

She shows the lady her badge. The flight attendant returns to the plane. When she comes back she is accompanied by Caleb. Tony scrutinizes the boy. His face lights up, when he sees Ziva. He races towards her. He stops only to wrap his arms around her.

"I missed you," he tells her.

"That is why you ran away from home?"

"Home? I wouldn't call it home."

"It's where you live," she points out.

"But I don't want to. I want to be with you."

"You know that she's going to come get you."

"Don't let her. Please. Just once, tell her no."

Tony stares at the boy. He's tall. He looks like an advertisement for Abercrombie, except he wears a Buccaneer's t-shirt. His hair is nearly shoulder length. Waves of thick, sandy brown hair. It looked as if someone had taken sun-in, and streaked it through his hair, because of the blonde streaks on top of the brown. He looks at Tony with big green eyes.

"Who's he?"

"Agent Tony DiNozzo, he's my partner."

He looks at Caleb, and then to Ziva.

"What, Tony?"

"Are you sure that this is the right kid?"

"Of course."

"Ziva he's practically blonde. And he has green eyes..."

"I told you, that he didn't look like me."

"You weren't kidding."

"Caleb, why did you come?"

"You don't want me here? I'll go back if..."

"No, I want you here. I just want to know what made you come."

"Can't missing you be enough?"

"It could, but not with you."

"An FBI agent stopped by the house about a week ago."

"You're in trouble?"

"No. I didn't do anything."

"So why did an FBI agent stop by?"

"Why is my middle name Evan?" Caleb counters.

"What does one have to do with the other?" Ziva wonders.

"Evan is not a Hebrew name," Caleb points out.

"No, it's not," Ziva admits.

"So why is my name Caleb Evan?"

"That is what I wanted to name you."

"But why? Where did you come up with the name Evan?"

"Caleb it doesn't really matter."

"Yes it does," he argues.

"Why?" Ziva wonders.

"The FBI agent who came to the house, his name was Chris Evans."

Ziva doesn't say anything. Her expression changes. She breaks eye contact with Caleb, and looks to Tony for help.

"You're probably tired, aren't you? We should get going," Tony suggests.

"Do you know him?" Caleb inquires, not taking his eyes off Ziva.

"Caleb, why are you so upset about the FBI, guy?"

"Because he says that he's my father, and he wants to take me away."

"That's not going to happen," Ziva promises.

"Is that where I got my name? Is he my father?"

"Caleb he isn't going to take you."

"Why not? It's not like you're going to stop him. It isn't like you care."

"That's not true," her head snaps up, and she locks eyes with Caleb.

"Answer me, please. You always tell me the truth. I want the truth. Is he my father?"

"Caleb why does it matter?"

"Because it does. My whole life everyone had tried to hide the truth from me, everyone but you. I would hate to think the only person that I believe is keeping the truth from me. Just tell me the truth."

"Caleb I..."

"I don't want an excuse I just want the truth," he demands.

"Ok," she agrees.

He taps his foot, "Well? What is the truth? Is the FBI guy my father?"

"Yes, he is."

"Why is it that everyone avoids answering that question? Why doesn't anyone want me to know about him?"

"Caleb, it's complicated."

"I know that. I keep hearing it, over, and over again. I ask questions and the answer I get from everyone is, 'It's complicated,'. How complicated can it be?"

"Can we finish this conversation at home?" she questions.

"Whose home? My home, or your home?"

She gives Tony a look.

"Hey Caleb, did you check any bags?"

"Yeah, it's a blue suitcase, with my initials on it," he replies.

"I'll go grab it for you," Tony insists, walking away.

Ziva points to a row of seats a few yards away. Caleb walks over to them, and takes a seat. She takes a seat next to him.

"Caleb what do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you here?"

"Because I want to be. I want to be here, with you."

"Why, all of a sudden? Up until recently you didn't even want to talk to me, on the phone."

"I was angry at you, for a long time."

"I know. I made some bad decisions."

"You didn't make them willingly. You were forced into things. I used to be angry at you, for leaving me, but... I know you left because you had to. You're not the one who moved away. You didn't choose the way things were, they were chosen for you."

"I should have fought harder. I should have done more."

"What could you have done? There is no convincing her that she's wrong, even when it's completely obvious."

"I know."

"Is she coming to get me?"

"No."

"Not tonight?"

"No, she's not coming."

"She wants you to send me back?" he guesses.

"Yes."

"So when do I go back?"

"I'm taking you home, with me."

"And then what? How long am I staying? I'm guessing that she agreed to let me stay a few days, until I cool off, and then she wants me back."

"That is what she wants. I want to know what you want."

"I don't want to go back."

"Because you're afraid that Chris is going to take you away?"

"No. I just want to be with you. That is all I have ever wanted."

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yes, ok."

"Are you sure?"

"Caleb I'm not sure what you think about me. You should know that it was never that I didn't want you. I wanted what was best for you. I was young, and easily convinced that the choices that were made, were the best choices for you. I hope that you don't think that didn't want you. Because, that just isn't true. I always wanted you."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You were fifteen. You were fifteen when I was born. Why would you want me? Why would you want to have to take care of a kid, when you were still a kid, yourself?"

"Because you were still mine. Even if I was too young, you still belonged to me."

"Are you ever going to tell me about how I got here?"

"To D.C.? Isn't that your story to tell?"

"I meant on earth."

"I will tell you, one day, but not today."

"What is so bad about him, that no one wants me to know?"

"We were just young."

"You hate him, don't you."

"I..."

"It's ok if you do. I'm not very fond of him, myself."

"I wish I could explain it, but it's just not that simple."

"What did you see in him, in the first place?"

She thinks back, "His smile, and his dimples. The same dimples that you have."

Caleb smiles. Ziva slides out of the chair, and stands up. She looks down at him, with a smile. "Come on."