Recap: It's Friday!

~ Moving in ~

Gibbs shut the vacuum-cleaner off.

"Ziv," he sighed, watching the little girl spin around in her new room. Her arms were spread wide as she laughed happily.

While the agent couldn't help but to smile at her antics, he couldn't clean the room with her in it.

"Ziva," he tried anew, this time with success.

Dazed, the little girl looked up at him with a wide smile on her face.

"Come on," Gibbs held his hand out to her, "How about watching some TV?"

The small child furrowed her eyebrows as she looked over her shoulder at her new room, while Gibbs led her away from it.

"'ibbs?"

'I need to clean your room before the furniture arrives,' he explained signing, as he settled her on the couch in the living room.

"No TV," Ziva replied pouting and crossed her arms in front of her small chest.

"Ziv."

"Me help?" With her brown eyes she looked hopefully at him.

Gibbs closed his eyes, silently wondering when exactly she had wrapped him around her little finger. "Probably the day I met her for the first time," he thought.

"Okay. We clean together," the team leader resignedly agreed, signing and speaking the words aloud.

Happy with his answer Mini-Ziva bounced off the couch. Her new room once again the destination.

"Hey," Gibbs called out as he caught up with her in the little girl's room, "No touching."

Mini-Ziva quickly removed her hand from the cleaner and looked shyly at him.

The team leader smirked, "Together," he reminded her and motioned for Ziva to stand between him and the vacuum-cleaner.

After making sure that she had gripped the handle too, Gibbs turned the cleaner on once more and slowly but surely removed the last bits of dirt from the new beige carpet. Always carefully not to hurt his little agent as he moved the cleaner back and forth.

"Well done," he praised the little girl afterward, causing her to beam at him.

However her expression soon turned in a frown, "Me hungry."

Gibbs laughed and looked at his watch, "Dinner it is then."

Four hours later they found themselves in Ziva's room once again.

"You like?" The team leader asked the small girl as she looked around the now furnished room.

For the past few minutes she had opened and closed every single drawer and closet door, jumped on the bed – much to Gibbs' dislike - and inspected the small table and chairs, which now stood right under the window.

"Ziv?"

"Me like," she smiled brightly at him.

As they had selected the dark purple color for the wall on the left side from the door, Gibbs wasn't sure if it would go along with the furniture, but now that he saw the result, he was glad that he went along with Ziva's wish.

The white strip in the middle of the wall, containing of the outlines of flowers, left no doubt that the room belonged to a girl.

"Now, let's see what Tony's room looks like. Okay?"

The little girl's eyes widened, having totally forgotten about the teenager, "Tony!" With a start she ran out of the room to the new spiral stairs, which had replaced the old wooden attic ladder and now led permanently upstairs.

"Slowly," the team leader called after her.

"Hey, little bug," the teenager greeted Mini-Ziva from where he sat on the floor, in the middle of the attic, installing his TV and DVD player.

"Tony!" The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Missed you too," the teenager replied laughing.

Beside them, Gibbs inspected the new door construction of the attic, which had replaced the time-worn hatch.

"I didn't thought that they could build a real door," Tony grinned widely.

"Uh huh."

"Are you guys already finished with Ziva's room?"

"Nope, not even started yet." The team leader shrugged, "What about you?"

"All done," Tony replied, plugging the TV into the power socket and bringing it to life.

Though, seeing Gibbs raised eyebrow, he elaborated, "I'm used to pack and unpack fast. Sorting the DVD's took the longest." He made a wide gesture to a shelf, which stood on the other side of the room, containing nearly every DVD his older self owned.

"I hope those are all rated for your age," Gibbs gave him a pointed look.

Meanwhile Ziva had made herself comfortable on Tony's lap, enjoying the teenager's company while she toyed with the TV remote.

"Bed's made, too," observed the older agent as he looked at the sleeping quarters in the far end of the attic, right under one of the four roof-lights.

All in all the attic now looked like a large open room. The white walls and dark blue carpet adding to the spacious effect. Only the door construction, which stood a bit sidewards but nearly in the middle, somewhat defined the attic into living and sleeping quarters.

"You sure that you don't want a couch up here? Placing it between TV and shelf would work as sort of improvisational living room."

"I was thinking about this too," admitted Tony.

"Then we go shopping, again." Gibbs stated matter-of-factly.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Nice!"

Suddenly the volume of the TV spiked, causing all three occupants of the room to cringe.

"Uh oh," Mini-Ziva whispered after Tony had removed the remote from her hands and had shut the TV off.

Her innocent tone of voice made Gibbs snort as he tried to cover his laughter.

"You're surely a little troublemaker," thought the team leader, grinning to himself.

In order to finish with Ziva's room faster, Tony had offered his help. So it came that the whole Gibbs' household ended up in Mini-Ziva's room. The boxes which contained the toys and clothes standing around them.

"Ziva!" The men groaned in unison as they took notice of what the little girl had done behind their backs.

While Gibbs and Tony had worked together and had put the last pieces of the girl's clothes into the closet, Mini-Ziva had pulled the recently stored toys out of the lower shelves, staking them more or less neatly in small piles on the floor around her.

Startled by their rather loud exclamation, Ziva dropped the puzzle she had been holding. Confused, she looked at the men, before her eyes came to rest on the fallen box, it's content scattered on the soft carpet.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked, while Gibbs signed the words to her.

"Lo," she pointed at the shelves and shook her head.

Now it was Gibbs' turn to look at her confused, "Ziv, those toys belong there. Not on the floor."

But Ziva had none of it and kept shaking her head, "Lo."

"Maybe she just wants to place the toys into the shelves how she likes?" Tony offered with a frown on his face.

"Should have known," mumbled the team leader as he asked Ziva if she wanted to put the toys away herself and received a firm nod from the little girl.

"Help me remove the toys and then lets give them to her. So she can place them into the shelf after her liking," Gibbs prompted Tony and sighed. He was getting too tired to fight the stubborn 3-year-old.

After everything was stored correctly, Mini-Ziva smiled brightly at them before she went to hug each of the men, "Toda!"

~ FIN ~

Lo = No

Toda = Thanks