Recap: Sometime in October? (Stories aren't posted chronological anymore! See recap for timeframe.)

~ Mini vs. Furry Demon ~

"Yes, I got it," Tony rolled his eyes, using the opportunity to do so with impunity, as he was talking on his cellphone, "Yes, I'll feed it."

The teenager set the object in question on the coffee table in the living room.

"Jazzzzzz," he drawled her name, "Stop worrying!"

"I'll take care of it," Tony assured his girlfriend, deliberately 'forgetting' the toy downstairs as he moved around the house towards his room.

(5 minutes later)

The living room lay in silence till a door clunk shut and fast little footsteps could be heard.

After having played most of the afternoon in the garden, Mini-Ziva had been told to get something to drink by Gibbs, while the team leader continued to winterize the garden.

The little girl was about to go outside again, after having fetched a juice pack from the counter when something caught her eyes in the living room. Curious, she walked over to the mysterious object.

Ziva shrieked and jumped a step backward as the object in front of her suddenly opened its eyes.

From the distance the small girl looked quizzical at the furry blue thing, with its' big round plastic eyes staring right back at her.

When nothing else happened though, Mini-Ziva took a tentative step towards the table again, her hand involuntarily reaching for the furry toy.

Poking its' head for a while and getting no further response, the little girl got brave and took it in both hands.

However, just as Mini-Ziva held it closely to her face in order to have a better look, the Furby awoke to life.

"Ah-may koh-koh." (Pet me more.)

Horrified, Ziva led it drop to the ground and ran out of the room as fast as she could.

(A minute later)

"No, I haven't taken the batteries out," Tony said, pretending to be aghast, "Wait, I'll show ya."

The teenager looked around the room and furrowed his eyebrows as he found the Furby on the floor, "Thought I had set you ON the table..."

"Yeah, I'm still here," he responded into his phone, "How do I make it speak?"

Hearing the reply of his girlfriend he sighed, "Well, I just picked it up. No response."

"I'm NOT tickling its' tummy!" He squeaked after hearing another instruction.

"Oh well," Tony grumbled defeated, "You so owe me. Tickling a toy... Geez, at least no one is here to watch this."

"Hey kah mee-mee ay-tay wah!"(Hey, I'm very happy!) the furby had opened his eyes again.

"Jaz," Tony sighed as he heard the toy's high pitched voice, "Why ya making me do this?"

"Yeah, I know. I luv ya, too." Tony held his phone away from his ear and looked at it before holding it against his ear again, "But seriously you giving me this toy just because I never had one?"

"Well you know that it's still... alive, now" the teenager glared at the Furby, "At least yet."

A quick look to his watch told Tony that he needed to hurry if he wanted to be on time, so he said goodbye to his girlfriend and went upstairs to take a bath.

The Furby once again 'forgotten' on the coffee table.

(Living room – Half a hour later)

Being outside again, had made Ziva soon forget about the creepy creature waiting in the living room. At least till Gibbs had ordered her inside again, claiming that the weather would change soon and she should go and play in her room.

So now the little girl stood uncertainly at the back entrance of the house. The only way upstairs was for her to go through the living room. An option she didn't liked at all.

She briefly considered to stay where she was but realized that when Gibbs would find her there, he would make her go further into the house while he would stay behind in order to change his shoes and strip out off his jacket.

Mini-Ziva sighed, muttering to herself in Hebrew that such a small creature couldn't harm her, she slowly began to walk further into the house.

However as she reached the doorstep to the living room she stopped once more and craned her neck to see the furry object on the floor. Her hand firmly clutching the door frame and ready to bold out of the house at any second.

Startled, the little girl realized that the creature wasn't where she had dropped it. Ziva took an involuntary step backwards. Her view to the coffee table blocked by a chair.

The little girl began to wonder if the scary object might be able to move and looked around the kitchen, in which she stood that moment.

After all, the furry thing could talk. So it might be able to creep up on her, too.

The idea let shivers run down her spine and she carefully regressed till her back hit the kitchen counter. With a last checking glance to her right and left she settled against the wooden counter, her eyes firmly trained on the entrance of the living room.

She was so busy watching it, she didn't noticed Tony till he spooked her, as he spoke to her.

"Hey Bug!"

Mini-Ziva's eyes snapped in surprise to a pair of green ones, which regarded her with concern.

"You ok?"

The little girl could only shake her head.

"You hurt?" Tony knelt in front of her, blocking her view to the living room.

-"Miffletzet,"- she mumbled, trying to look past the teenager, fearing the creature would use the opportunity to sneak up on both of them.

"What has gotten you so scared," Tony mused aloud, his gaze following hers, "What is in..."

"Oh," realization dawned on him, "That's why it was on the floor."

With a smile on his face he put his arms around her small frame, taking Ziva with him as he stood back up.

"I don't like that thing either, Bug," Tony startled to babble, "It's creepy, but won't hurt any of us."

Mini-Ziva tightened her hold around his neck as the teenager entered the living room.

"See," Tony turned himself so that she was forced to look into the direction of the coffee table, "I placed it back there. It can't go anywhere by itself."

The teenager stood like this for a few minutes till he felt Ziva relax in his arms.

"Let's play with it, ok?"

Mini-Ziva gave him a scared look but nodded slightly, feeling a lot safer with the teenager close by.

"How to explain this if I don't know it either," Tony thought for a few moments, having sat down on the couch with Ziva in his lap.

Finally he just took the Furby into his hands, causing its eyes to snap open again.

"Dah a-loh u-tye!" (Good morning.)

"Tony!" Mini-Ziva shrieked once more and quickly hide her head in his shirt.

"It says hello," Tony explained softly, "I think..."

"No hello," Ziva shook her head and looked at him frowning, her fear momentarily forgotten.

"Uhm," he thought for a few seconds, "It has his own language."

However Mini-Ziva kept looking at him as if he had grown a second head.

Suddenly Tony had an idea, at first pointing to himself he said hello, before he pointed to Ziva and said shalom, finally pointing to the Furby, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten the words it had said earlier.

To his luck though, Ziva seemed to have grasped the idea behind his explanation and nodded, giving him a small smile.

"See," Tony squeezed the little girl, "No need to be afraid."

As if to prove his point right he poked the Furby into its' tummy. "Kah boo toh-loo!" (Me no like.)

"Kah boo toh-loo!" It repeated after Tony poked it again.

"Do you think it likes to be poked?" The teenager asked his small friend.

Mini-Ziva squinted at the furry creature, -"Lo. No like."- She sadly shook her head, giving Tony a toothy smile as he poked the Furby anyway.

"Yeah," he grinned at the small girl, "You might be right with that," he made a show of pausing in thought. "Let's poke it anyway."

This earned him a giggle, which soon was followed by more as they continued to poke the Furby.

"Alright," Tony declared and lifted Ziva off his lap, "I need to go now, little bug."

"No go!"

"You got the Furby to play with," the teenager ruffled Ziva's hair, happy to have an excuse to leave the Furby behind and not to take it with him as he goes over to Jaz' place.

When the front door was closed, Mini-Ziva directed her attention back towards the furry creature in her hands.

"May-tah kah!" (Kiss me.)

The little girl squinted at it, holding it askew and rocking it from one side to the other.

"Kah toh-loo noh-lah wah!" (I like dance. Yeah!)

Mini-Ziva sighed, without Tony it wasn't as funny.

"Noh-lah! Noh-lah!" (Dance! Dance!)

The furby kept repeating this as it was turned upside down and dropped, before getting picked up again.

Finally Mini-Ziva got bored with it and didn't picked it up again. Instead she turned to leave to play with her new puzzle.

"Doo-moh may-lah kah!" (Please hug me.)

The little girl frowned, "No talk!"

"Doo-moh may-lah kah!" (Please hug me.)

"NO!" Mini-Ziva didn't knew what that thing wanted from her but she wasn't in the mood to play with it anymore

"Doo-moh ay-ay kah!" (Please look at me.)

She heard the Furby exclaimed as she went upstairs. The high-pitched voice of the creature slowly making her angry as she still heard it talking to itself.

As she then she walked past the bathroom, she noticed that Tony hadn't drained the water out of the tub. A plan slowly began to form in her head.

Taking her footstool from beside the toilet, Ziva used it to reach the bathroom counter on which the dental floss lay. Sure enough she soon had a string of floss in her hand, with which she went downstairs again.

The Furby was still happily babbling to himself when she sneaked up to it, grabbed it and tied the floss around it, using the knot which she learned from Gibbs earlier.

Satisfied with her work, the little girl smiled and took the Furby with her upstairs, where she held it over the full bathtub in the end.

"No talk!" She declared as she dumped the furry toy into the water. Causing water to splash on her face.

Mini-Ziva giggled, highly amused as small air bubbles appeared. Only when no more bubbles came out of the Furby, she pulled at the floss, bringing the furry and now very wet toy back to the surface.

"No talk," the little girl noticed happily as she held the creature up, away from her body as to not get soaked by it.

"E-day doo-ay wah!" (Good fun. Yeah!)

"No talk," Ziva huffed frustrated, looking sternly at the blue Furby.

"Dah e-tah!" (Big yes.)

"Hey kah ay-ay u-nye!" (Hey me no see you.)

The Furby now kept talking constantly. The water having damaged it just enough to not destroy it but to cause a short-circuit, resulting in one single monolog.

"No TALK!" Mini-Ziva yelled at it.

"Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye!" (Me love you! ...)

Through the open bathroom window the little girl could hear the lawn mover. Maybe Gibbs could help her.

With an angry glare shot at the object in her hands, she made her way downstairs to the garden.

"'m 'ngry," she whispered threateningly at the Furby as she opened the backdoor.

Not caring about proper outdoor clothes, she stomped towards where the team leader was mowing the lawn.

However since his back was turned toward Mini-Ziva and the loudness of the mower, he didn't acknowledged her as she called out to him several times.

In the meanwhile the furry toy did its best to annoy the small girl further.

"Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye! Kah may-may u-nye!" (Me love you! ...)

With the inner chip damaged further, due to the girl's movement of the toy, it only seemed to know one phrase. Which it happily kept repeating without pause.

"Me no like you." Mini-Ziva declared darkly, before making it fly through the air.

Unluckily for the Furby, it landed straight in front of the mower...

"What the hell!" Gibbs cursed loudly.

The moment he had seen something flying into the way of the mower, it was already too late for whatever then got caught under it.

Behind him Mini-Ziva blinked once and then twice, before she uttered a quiet "Uh oh.". Her eyes transfixed on the blue mass which came out from under the mower, she only noticed the absence of the loud mower engine as Gibbs called out to her.

"No talk," she then declared and pointed to the blue fur.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow, "What was that?" He asked aghast, having lifted the mower completely off the slashed toy.

"'urby!" Ziva looked him straight into the eyes, "'urby talk. Me no wanna 'urby talk!"

The little girl shook her head, slowly walking to the gray-haired agent.

"'urby talk, talk, talk. I bath 'urby!" She squinted at the lonely eye on the freshly mowed lawn, "'urby talk lotz!"

Gibbs knelt beside his shrunk agent, a smirk on his face, "You gave it a bath and then it talked even more?" he checked, making sure to have understood her correctly.

Ziva nodded earnestly, her arms wrapping around the agent's neck. "I 'ngry. 'urby talk. No quiet."

"Oh well, one less Furby to tyrannize the world," Gibbs thought as Ziva and he looked at the sad remains of Tony's toy.

Mini: 2 - Furry Demon: 1

Gameover: Furry Demon

Winner: Mini

~ Fin ~

Ah-may koh-koh = Pet more = Pet me more.

Hey kah mee-mee ay-tay wah! = Hey, I very happy yeah = Hey, I'm very happy!

Miffletzet – Monster (not sure if this is the right translation)

Dah a-loh u-tye = Big light up = Sun up = Good morning.

Kah boo toh-loo = Me no like.

Lo - No

May-tah kah = Kiss me.

Kah toh-loo noh-lah wah! = Me like dance yeah! = I like to dance!

Noh-lah = Dance = It's party time!

Doo-moh ay-ay kah. = Please see me = Please look at me.

E-day doo-ay wah! = Good fun yeah! = I like this!

Dah e-tah = Big yes = Big yes.

Hey kah ay-ay u-nye = Hey me see you = Hey, I see you!

Kah may-may u-nye = Me love you = I love you!