A/N: So all I have to say is wow! That was the largest review response for the first chapter of any of the fics I have ever posted! As so many of you were adamant that I got this next chapter up as quick as possible, I tried to do just that. Thanks for all your reviews and enjoy!

Chapter Two

Ziva David sat in her living room flipping through the channels on her TV trying to distract herself until Tali got home from school. She'd left work early so she could be home in time to greet Tali after her first day of school. They had only just moved into their two bedroom ranch style house three weeks ago after having spent the past thirteen years in Israel. Ziva now worked as a secretary at a law firm and although she wasn't completely happy with her job she knew she couldn't go back to her old one. Or anything like it, because it wouldn't be the same. Ziva knew she would always be comparing it to what used to be and that was something she just couldn't handle.

She pushed these thoughts from her mind as she finally heard the lock click in the front door and sat up craning her neck to see Tali come in. She saw the door swing open in the hallway, a blur that she assumed to be Tali stormed in, slammed the door shut, ran down the hall and Ziva flinched as she threw her own door closed. Frowning Ziva got up and made her way to her daughter's room knocking gingerly on the wooden door.

"Tali?" She asked hesitantly.

"Go away!" she yelled her voice muffled.

Ziva slowly opened the door to find Tali sprawled across her bed, head in her pillow and her book bag thrown to the floor its contents spilling out.

"Motek,what happened?" she asked sitting down on the bed, brushing Tali's hair out of her face.

"I mmphm mhph mmmph mmph."

"What?"

Tali sighed sitting up, "I want to go back home."

"This is our home ahava." She replied brushing tears off her daughter's cheek. "I take it school did not go well?"

"That is and understatement." Tali paused her chin wobbling as she tried to hold back tears. "Ima they hate me. All of them, even the ones I thought looked nice. I felt like I was back in primary school. I don't know how many times I was pushed down today, but what was worst was the name calling. They were acting like five year olds."

"I am not sure that I want to know but what did they call you?" Ziva asked anger boiling up inside her.

"They called me Tali-ban." Her resolve finally broke and Tali began to sob.

Ziva engulfed her in a hug, resting her chin on Tali's head and rocked her back and forth. After a few minutes Tali sat back sniffing and rubbing her red eyes.

"I'm sorry you had a horrible day Tali." She smiled sadly. "But was there anything at all that was good?"

"Well during class everything was fine and most of my classes look like they're going to be really interesting. It was just those four minutes in between every period that made everything horrible." she explained getting off the bed to pick up her book bag.

Frowning Ziva continued, "Any nice teachers?"

"They were all pretty much the same." She paused setting her book bag on the shelf in her closet. "Except for my history teacher, he was really nice. A kid tripped me in the hall just outside his classroom and he came out and helped me pick up my stuff. And when the kids laughed when I told him he mispronounced my last name he gave them this like stare it was pretty cool. He was kind of funny too; he kept making references to all these old movies during class."

"Really like what?" Ziva inquired remembering someone else who had once quoted old classics as well.

"Well he was talking about his background and stuff and he told us how he was like obsessed with movies. So he asked us to just shot out some random word and he bet that from that single word he could make a movie reference. So this kid whose dad is a marine decided to say marine and Mr. D started quoting this movie called Full Metal Jacket. It was pretty cool." Tali said grinning for the first time since she'd been home.

Ziva smiled back though she was having a hard time focusing on what her daughter was saying as she remembered the last time she had talked about that movie.

"I'm sorry the correct answer is Full Metal Jacket." He said as they rounded the corner.

"That was not the best marine movie!" she retorted. "A few good men was."

"Based on the fact that I'm right, I'm overruling you." He countered grinning.

"So what's for dinner?" Tali asked interrupting her thoughts.

"What? Oh, um I was thinking of ordering in. Pizza or Chinese?" she answered.

"Pizza."

"Alright I'll go order now." Ziva said getting up to leave the room. "If you want I think I have that movie your teacher was talking about, we could watch it while we're eating?"

"Sounds fun, where is it?"

"It might be in one of the unpacked boxes downstairs." She answered making her way into the kitchen to find the number of the pizza place down the street.

Ziva found it and picked the cordless phone up off the counter, but just before punching in the last number something hit her. As she went through all the things Tali had told her about her history teacher there were two many similarities to one man that you could consider to be a coincidence. The movie references, the stare she had described that at one time he had begun to use when their boss had been on Hiatus. It all seemed so familiar.

"Hey Tal, what did you say your teacher's name was again?" Ziva called down to the basement, though she mentally kicked herself for doing so. There was no way it could be him, she was getting herself worked up over nothing.

"He told us to call him Mr. D because his name's kind of long, but his last name is DiNozzo." She answered walking into the kitchen, DVD in hand. "I'm pretty sure that's it but my schedule's right here."

Ziva had already begun to pale, but she took the schedule anyway and sure enough right beside fifth period history was his name, Anthony DiNozzo.

"Are you okay Mom?" Tali asked frowning.

"Yeah, yeah I'm perfectly fine. I just feel a little dizzy because I haven't eaten in a while so I'm going to go and pick up the pizza." She lied walking across the room to the door to the garage.

"But don't they deliver?"

"Yes, but they're pretty busy tonight and they said that if we wanted it sooner rather than later I should probably just go pick it up." She supplied quickly giving her daughter a kiss on the head. "I'll be back in no time."

"Okay then…" Tali said hesitantly as Ziva got in their car, opening the garage door before driving off.

Ziva tried to calm down as she came to the stop sign at the end of their road, closing her eyes she took a few deep breaths. After a minute she opened them and flipped on her turn signal, heading left towards Tali's school instead of turning right to go to the pizza place.

A/N: Cliffhanger! What do ya think? Reviews are appreciated!

P.S. I used some Hebrew terms in this chapter; Motek means honey, ahava means love or my love and Ima means mom. I also used a few lines from the episode Tribesfrom an episode of NCIS in 2008. Which the credit for that goes to Mr. Belisario of course :)