Recap: Monday, 9th November 2009.
~ Innocent questions, right? ~
Gibbs tugged the PJ top over Mini-Ziva's head.
"Where Tony?"
"He's away with Jaz." The agent answered as he picked up her hair brush from atop of the dresser.
"What they do?" Ziva had walked to her bed and was now sitting in the middle of it.
Gibbs stopped in his movements, thinking of an answer, which was suitable for children.
"They play?" Mini-Ziva asked him innocently.
"Argh," the team leader groaned inwardly, not wanting to think of them 'playing'. Jaz parents were away for a few days, so the teenagers were free to do as they liked...
"'ibbs?" The little girl frowned.
"I think so." Gibbs gave her a small smile and settled down next to her.
"What they play?" Ziva questioned further as the agent started to brush her hair.
"Something not suitable for your eyes or ears." He thought as he divided the hair into three strands, "I don't know, Ziva."
"They watch movie?"
"Possible."
"Disney?" Ziva continued with her twenty questions.
"Why don't you ask him yourself tomorrow?" Gibbs smirked slightly as he secured the braid with a hair tie.
"No today?" She crawled to the head of the bed in order to be able to lift the blanket and crawl under it.
"Don't think he'll come home tonight."
"Nope, cause he's coming home late and you're going to sleep now," he tugged the blanket to her chin and grinned at her.
Mini-Ziva gave him a toothy smile, "Read Stowy?"
"You thought I would say good night without reading first?" He asked in mock shock, causing her to giggle and shake her head before she wiggled sideways, making room for the agent.
Once settled against the headboard, with only the bedside lamp illuminating the room, Gibbs opened the timeworn book of fairy-tales and begun to read aloud. His voice soft and simulating the different characters as Ziva snuggled against his side.
"THERE was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees..."
~ Fin ~