A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing! Here's chapter twelve. It's a bit of a filler chapter, but will set up chapter thirteen. Hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter Twelve

Friday October 5th, 2012...

"Jen, she needs some help."

"Who needs help?"

"Ziva."

"How do you expect to do that?"

"Starts with a psych eval, Jen."

Pointedly she gazed at him, and with an ever so quick flick of her wrist, she slapped him on the backside of his head. She began,

"Are you out of your mind Jethro? There are few things that Ziva hates more than discussing her feelings. How the hell do you think you can get her to allow someone to get inside her head?"

He gazed at his lover in surprise as he registered what she had done. She had slapped him on the back of the head. However, he simply shook it off and stated,

"Need to go check on something,"

With that, he slid out from under the ancient sheets and approached the door of Ziva's room. He peeked into the room and for a moment he could've sworn that he seen his daughter lying there. However, it was not. Something was off, and as he took a closer look he noticed how she was tossing ever so slightly in her sleep. Under her breath she mumbled undecipherable words in various languages. Soon, she began thrashing more violently, and with that her mumbled whispers turned into audible pleads.

"No Papa, Please..."

"What have I done wrong?"

Slowly he approached her bed, and whispered,

"Ziva, it's just a dream."

He sat down upon the edge of her bed, and shook her gently. Though, it did nothing except cause her to mumble something else,

"Ima, why do you not believe me? He does so every day!"

He tried once again,

"Ziva!"

Her eyes shot open and frantically gazed around the room. Her breathing slowed as she realized it had all just been a dream. The Israeli could feel her wild locks stuck to her face as they had become soaked in sweat over the course of the nights relentless nightmares. Each time she fell into the clutches of sleep she was tortured with memories of her past. Tonight was no different, except for that fact that someone had roused her in the middle of her terror. She could feel her savior's eyes studying her, and timidly met his chilling blue pools with her chocolate brown ones. He had caught her in her most vulnerable state, as she had little control over her subconscious mind. She could not simply brush it off this time and act like nothing had ever happened, as someone had witnessed it.

Tenderly, he placed a kiss to her temple and whispered,

"It's gonna be alright kid. It's gonna be alright."

After a few minutes passed, Gibbs rose and faded in the abyss of pitch darkness. Black surrounded her, and as if she was merely five once again, she scurried to the flick on the lights. She learned long ago, that monsters can only get you in the dark.

Gibbs heard the gentle pitter-patter of feet upon the floor, and tossed a glance behind him. He saw the lights flick on, and couldn't help but allow a smirk play upon his lips accompanied with a saddened shake of his head. She was just a scared little kid. He continued on his way to the kitchen, and upon reaching his destination, he snatched the phone from it's holder. By heart, he dialed Dr. Mallards number and began,

"Duck, the psych eval would be a good idea."

Without further discussion, the phone was docked once again, and he stood debating his next action. He gazed around his kitchen thinking of what she might want to drink. Bourbon? Coffee? Milk? He shook his head knowing none of the above were correct. She drinks tea right? He thought tiredly to himself, and padded around the kitchen searching for tea packets that Ducky had gifted him so many years ago.

His fingers collided softly with the door as he knocked and proceeded to enter holding a cup of chai tea in one hand, and a cup of froot loops in the other. A chuckle escaped her lips, and half hearted laughter filled the space.

"You know how to brew tea Gibbs?"

He nodded his head, and extended both items to her. As she noticed the froot loops, her eyes grew big and asked,

"When did we get these?"

"A couple of hours ago. Jen got 'em."

"Toda."

"Tell that to her not me."

She set the cup of brightly colored cereal upon her nightstand, and raised the cup to her lips. Afterwards she stated,

"I mean for more than simply the cereal Gibbs."

He simply nodded before exiting.

He slid himself back under the aged sheets with a sigh. His...well, whatever they are, gazed over at him questioningly. She asked,

"Jethro?"

"Yes?"

"Something on your mind?"

"Just you."

"What about me?"

"Somethin' you said."

"Which was?"

"Alone time."

"What about it?"

"How does tomorrow night work for some?"

"Well, except for the fact that Ziva will be here."

"She can stay with Ducky."

"You plan on telling her that?"

"You can."

She chuckled,

"You're lucky you're cute."

"I know."

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