Hello everyone. Firstly, I'd like to thank you for the positive response. It meant a lot to me. Secondly, I want to apologize for the long wait but we have problems with flooding in Germany at the moment so that I couldn't update until now.

But here is the next chapter and I hope you still like it.

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Chapter 2

Amelia was woken up by some noise coming from the kitchen. She turned over to look at her alarm clock and groaned loudly when she saw it was only 7am. She could hardly wait for the day to be over and the weekend to start. Then she could finally sleep in again. She hoped that Uncle Gibbs would have some mercy for her dad so that he wouldn't have to work on the weekend. They hadn't spent much time together for some weeks now, and she really wanted to spend some time with her dad again.

She looked at her clock and considered for a moment closing her eyes again, but then decided against it. It would be pointless because her dad would wake her up in 10 minutes anyway. She got up, stretched her tired limbs, and made her way into the kitchen where her father was already working on preparing breakfast.

"Dad, do you know how early it is?"

Tony turned around to face his daughter who still looked half-asleep with her pyjamas on, her hair unruly and her green eyes half-closed. "Oh, you're my daughter and believe me, I know exactly how you feel." The dramatic tone he had used for the last part of his sentence earned him an eye roll from Amelia.

"Gibbs take mercy on you and let you go in late?"

"How do you know that I didn't just oversleep and then decide to make use of the rest of the morning to do something else?"

"You are too scared of Gibbs to do that." She grinned teasingly at him.

"Ha! You're funny but you're right. Gibbs told us to come in at 9am, and I thought that we could eat breakfast together and I could drive you to school later."

"Wow, breakfast and a free ride to school. What did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"The last time you made breakfast and drove me to school, you told me you were going to Berlin. What's the reason this time?" Amelia took a seat at the table where her dad had already set the table with cutlery and a cup of hot chocolate. She looked at him and tried to find out whether he was holding back something or not.

Tony let out an indignant breath. "That was just once!"

"The time before that you announced that I had to sleep one or two nights at Penny's place because your colleague would be over, and before that you apologized for making me worry when this crazy man blew up a bomb at NCIS and … "

"Alright, alright. I think I get it." Tony put down a plate with pancakes in front of her. "I know I'm not the best dad in the world, and sometimes it's hard with me and my job … " Now he looked into his daughter's eyes and the corners of his mouth went up slightly. " … and I also know you normally have breakfast with Luisa because I'm either already at work or still at work or, in rare situations, overslept."

Amelia grinned at that, too.

"But I'm trying and I want you to know that you are the most important person in my life, and I will forever and always be there for you. We are a team and we will always be a team."

"Dad, for me you are the best dad in the whole world. I wouldn't want another one."

He smiled softly at his daughter. "Thanks, my little angel. That means a lot to me." Tony took a gulp of his coffee. "You should eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

"Don't you want anything?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Will you be at home on the weekend?"

"Don't know yet. But it seems like I will be at home," he responded.

"That mean we could do something again?"

"Don't get your hopes up too soon; trust Gibbs to find me something to work on. But if you want, you can plan some things we could do if I actually do have a free weekend."

Both of them heard the front door open, and a few seconds later Luisa came into the room.

"Good morning, you two sweethearts. I hope you had a good night." She looked at the plate with the pancakes. "Breakfast? Anthony, do you want to tell us something?"

Amelia lifted a brow and smirked at her dad.

Tony only rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, I have nothing to tell you. I just felt like making breakfast, and you should take advantage of that and dig in while it's still warm."

Tony's mobile phone rang next to Amelia on the table. Just before he could reach for it, Amelia snatched it up. She looked at the display and saw the caller ID.

"Oooohhh, Dad! Ziva is calling," Amelia teased, and in that moment he realized again that his daughter was not just an angel. Sometimes she could be evil, too, but he wouldn't want it any other way.

Tony stepped out of the elevator and entered the office. Ziva had called to inform him that the team, on Vance's orders, had to come in earlier.

Tony had no doubt that it had something to do with Agent Parson's investigating the murder of Bodnar. Because of that, he couldn't drive his daughter to school, but Tony had the feeling that he was the only one angry about it. Tony thought that it suited Amelia not to be driven to school by her old man. Even if he didn't want to admit it completely, his daughter was now a teenager. And most teenagers thought of being driven to school by their dad as embarrassing. He should probably be glad that she still liked to do some things with him.

Tony put his backpack on the ground next to his desk and sat down. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared mentally for the day.

Ziva and McGee were looking blankly at their colleague.

"Good morning, Tony. Long night?" Ziva asked.

Tony opened his eyes again and looked at Ziva. Her hair was down and wavy. She wore a blue-and-white plaid shirt and black pants. She was breathtaking as always. "Let's say the night was a little bit too short."

"Hot date? How old was she this time? 25?" Tim teased him, and Ziva couldn't keep the grin from her face.

"Funny, really McNosey, but I have to disappoint you. I just left really late yesterday. It was already half past one when I got home."

Ziva looked worriedly at Tony. "Did Agent Parsons interview you for that long?"

Agent Parsons had interviewed the team for the whole day, but normally it only took half an hour. If what Tony said was true, then Parsons took hours to get something out of Tony. Ziva hoped that Tony didn't have to take the responsibility for her actions.

"You haven't told him anything, have you?" McGee asked.

"No Probie, I have not told him anything. God, why does everyone ask so many questions these days? I am not a diary you can ask what happened when and where! Nobody is going to find out anything from me. "

"Tony, if the situation gets too messy then I want you to tell Parsons the truth. I can deal with it. "

In that moment, Gibbs came into the bullpen with a coffee in hand. "Forget it Ziva, listen to DiNozzo. Nobody is going to say anything to anyone. "

"Why did we have to come in early, Boss?"

"Agent Parsons wants to continue with the interviews."

"Again?!" Tony looked dumbfounded at Gibbs. "Does he even still have questions to ask? I had the feeling that he asked every question he had yesterday. Or does he think that our answers are going to change daily and he just has to wait until he likes our answers?"

"I don't know, DiNozzo. You can ask him that. At the moment he is with the director."

"Does that mean we still don't get a new case anytime soon?" asks McGee.

"No, McGee. Today we're still fully available for Agent Parsons."

An annoyed groan was heard in the bull pen. It was going to be a long day.

Tony couldn't believe that he sat in front of this Agent Pain-In-the-Ass Parsons again and was being questioned. Did this guy not notice that he wouldn't get the answers he wanted from Tony? Tony had looked at the clock when the questioning started and by now ten minutes had passed already. He could only hope that it wouldn't be hours again, so that he would be able to go home on time.

An hour ago, Gibbs had told them that they were off this weekend and they didn't have to come to work until Monday.

"Agent DiNozzo, are you even listening to me?"

At that, Parsons had Tony's full attention again, although Tony still looked with disinterest at him. "Agent Parsons, I still don't fully get it. Why exactly am I here again? I already answered all your questions yesterday."

"That's right. You seem to be a smart guy. Do you really want to risk it that you could possibly be held responsible for the murder of Bodnar? I don't care which one of you has to pay for that, but I don't think that your daughter wants to visit her dad in jail."

All his lack of interest was gone, and Tony sat up straight and gave Parsons a death glare. "How do you know about my daughter?"

Parsons looked content now. He wanted a reaction from Tony and had gotten one. "Agent DiNozzo, I do my job thoroughly and I can assure you that I always find every secret, even if it's protected very well."

"I am warning you, Agent Parsons. If you are going to threaten me or my daughter, then I can assure you that you will regret that very quickly!" With that Tony stood up and exited the room. "The interview is over."

Parsons didn't even flinch when the door fell shut with a bang. Things had finally gotten interesting. You just had to find the weakness, and he had found a big one. With a small grin on the face, Parsons collected his files and left the room.

Gibbs saw his agent storming into the bullpen angrily and sitting down at his desk. McGee was in Abby's lab at the moment, but Ziva was sitting at her desk and she had noticed Tony's bad mood. Fortunately, she didn't question it. Tony looked around on his desk and found some papers to staple. Tony stapled the stack of paper a few times, so that Ziva looked up again and considered saying something after all. But before she could say anything, Gibbs got up and signaled to Tony to follow him to the elevator. Ziva looked after them and saw them disappear into the elevator.

In the elevator, Gibbs pushed the emergency switch to stop the elevator and turned to DiNozzo, who just stared straight at the elevator doors. "What did Parsons do to get you in such a bad mood?"

"The ass dared to threaten me and Jo. Gibbs, I'm not going to accept that!"

"Yes you are. He can do nothing to you. How does he even know about Jo?"

"I have no idea. He just said that he does his job thoroughly and that he misses nothing. I swear to you Gibbs, if he ever dares to mention my daughter again then …"

"Tony, calm down. There is no point going after Parsons now. Go home, do something nice with your daughter and come in relaxed on Monday. Parsons can ask and threaten as much as he wants to but I won't let him hurt the team and certainly not Jo! Do you understand?"

In the meantime, Tony had calmed down and looked, now less tense, at Gibbs. "Okay. Anything else you want to say?"

Now that DiNozzo had calmed down, the tension went away and Gibbs hit the emergency switch again, smiling. "One thing. I'd be pleased to see Jo again sometime soon. Haven't seen her for a while now. I miss your little girl."

"This evening! Steak and a movie?"

Gibbs nods. "Deal, now go home and spend some time with Jo. You'll feel better."

"I always feel better after spending time with her."

The door opened and both returned to the bullpen. While Tony and Gibbs had been in the elevator, McGee had returned from Abby's lab and he now couldn't hold back a comment when he saw Tony packing his bag.

"A date, Tony?" McGee asked, curious. Tony always snooped in their private lives, so why shouldn't he be inquisitive about Tony's plans?

"Yes McGee, I have someone to meet."

That answer caused Ziva's curiosity and interest to arise. She tried to keep a straight and emotionless face, but she could already feel the jealousy coming up inside of herself. As much as she wanted to ignore her feelings for Tony, they always came up again in situations like this. She thought that she and Tony were getting closer, but after everything that had happened with her father and Bodnar, the improvement had seemed to stop and there were only occasional moments when an intimacy could be seen again. Nevertheless, she pushed her feelings away and tried to find out about Tony's date as much as she could.

"And who is it this time? A student? A model? A waitress?" Ziva asked.

"Why so curious?" shot Tony back at Ziva.

McGee lets out a sarcastic laugh. "You always poke in our private lives until you know everything. You want to know about our entire private lives. Why shouldn't we do the same with yours?"

Tony looked mischievously over to Gibbs who in return gave him a questioning look. Why should he not have a little fun with this situation? "Well, what shall I say? She is wonderful, her hair brilliantly wavy and maroon; her emerald-green eyes shine so brightly as if they could see directly into your soul; her charisma brings you immediately to a better mood; and she is so clever. If I had to use a word for her, which is quite difficult because you can't just limit it to one word, then the word would be 'perfect', because that is exactly what she is. Perfection."

It was amazing how quiet it had become in the bull pen. While Gibbs grinned and shook his head, Ziva and McGee stared at Tony in bewilderment. It was not the choice of words which Tony used or what he had said in general that caused the agents to pause, but how he had said it. So full of love and admiration. It was not normal for Tony to show such feelings.

Ziva swallowed down her nervousness and jealousy that had been raging on with full force within her while Tony worshiped his date, and she put on one of the best poker faces she could offer. "Sounds like you are in love with her."

Tony took his bag and was walking to the elevator when he looked over his shoulder to reply. "Well, I am hopelessly defeated by her charm and I read every wish from her lips." He entered the elevator and wished his colleagues a good and relaxing weekend.

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