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This is my second chapter. It is a little shorter than the first but I've had a busy few days! I also have a very busy two weeks ahead of me so I will try my best to get out some content for you ASAP. But, please be patient cause they won't be posted frequently. I will aim to have a chapter out every FRIDAY so it will give me time to stretch them out and keep them authentic. I would hate to just rush and post something that didn't feel real or genuine.

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Ever heard of the saying "Famous last words"?

Well that was exactly the ironic phrase that kept ringing in Tony's ears as he exited the international airport in Tel Aviv. Tali had spent the full 14-hour journey doing absolutely everything BUT sleeping and sitting peacefully. She wandered aimlessly through the cabin, she cried, she squirmed in her seat. Tony followed her every second, silent praying for this whole ordeal to end. He needed a moment to rest and no amount of stern talking was going to guarantee him that second until one of the flight hostesses walked over to him and offered to take Tali for a little while. She was pretty, he could see that. And her eyes were definitely showing exactly what she wanted him to see as well. Maybe it was her way of initiating a form of contact between them. At NCIS, Tony was taught to read people. Gage their posture, find their tells, determine who is a friend from foe. The thought of parting with Tali to a stranger made Tony hesitate for a moment so he compromised. He moved closer to an empty seat right near the utilities and watched the stewardess entertain Tali for a while. Every few minutes, Tali would look over, as if to check that her father was still around. It never occurred to him that she could also be paranoid, worried that her dad might just vanish one day so suddenly. Like her mum, her home and her whole other family did that one night. Tony was comforted in knowing that she needed him just as much as he needed her. Tali was his new partner in crime, his new love, his new life.

Tony was hailed down by a member of Orli's personal security team when he stepped out of the airport, with a sleeping Tali in his arms. It was noisy day in the busy city of Tel Aviv, but no amount of chaos could wake a jetlagged child.

"Oh now, you're dead asleep huh. That's convenient." Tony muttered as he began to unload his luggage into the taxi with his free hand. The air was muggy; humidity was blowing through with the wind. Tony rubbed his eyes to wake himself up. He would do anything for a coffee right now. Hell, he would even go for a cafpow too.

"Take this," The agent said, handing Tony a mobile phone. "This is from the Director. It is a secure phone number. You will need it." Tony hesitantly took the phone and thought twice to question him. If Orli said he needed it, then there must be a reason. As their car began to move, Tony quietly lay Tali across his lap and looked through the phone. There were only three contacts listed in the index:

1.1. Orli

2. 2. C1

3. 3. C2

Tony raised an eyebrow at his findings and made a mental note to question the Director of Mossad about it later.

"So, how is your Hebrew?" The agent asked from the driver's seat.

"Terrible," Tony responded. He had been meaning to polish up on the foreign language. It would no doubt be useful during his time here.

"Well if you are staying here for long, you will need to improve quickly. Not many people here can speak good English," He responded.

"Yeah I got that. Thanks." Tony sarcastically replied. Who the hell was this guy?

Tony looked down at his daughter and muttered to himself. "I got a reason to learn now, I guess."

They settled into a comfortable silence for the rest of the 30-minute journey. Tony spent that time resting his eyes whilst stroking Tali's hair absentmindedly. Before long, they reached the safe-house and the agent exited the car to unload the luggage. Tony got out with Tali in one hand and immediately reached to touch the back of his jeans with his other. It was habit he fell into, reaching behind as he always expected to clasp onto his gun. Only he was a civilian now, not a cop. He wasn't expected to secure the area or always be on the lookout for danger. That didn't stop him though. It's not like he could change his 20-something year old habit overnight.

The safe house was small and inconspicuous. The streets were not busy, the area was seemingly quiet. It seemed that Orli picked the perfect area for hiding. Tony mentally noted all the exits and entrances as he walked to the front door. He was never this paranoid, ever. But then again, he always had gun before. The agent followed with their bags and unlocked the door. As Tony stepped in, with a sleeping Tali in his arms, he was greeted by, two agents and his new friend- the director of Mossad.

"Orli," Tony greeted her as she walked up closer to him. She was donned in a grey pantsuit and her hair was tightly pulled back.

Upon noticing the sleeping baby in his arms, Orli pointed to the bedroom door "Come."

Tony immediately placed Tali on the bed gently and turned to Orli when she engulfed in him an embrace. Over the past few weeks, Orli would often phone Tony for updates on his daughter. It was true when said that over time, she grew extremely close to Ziva and Tali.

"Are you well Tony?" She asked him.

"Fine," He wasn't find at all. He was sleep deprived and hungry. But he just wasn't in the mood to talk. He threw with a small smile to Orli to soften the silence that had settled upon them. Orli looked down at Tali.

"She has grown so much since I saw her. Ziva would be so proud." At the mention of her name, Tony walked away from Orli and headed towards the window.

"Listen," She said, sensing his distant emotions. "I've set this place up for you indefinitely. This is one of my personal safe-houses. I have taken refuge in these walls many times so I can promise you, this place is secure and safe. Stay as long as you want, do whatever you need to do. If you need, I will have a car brought for you but I only ask one favour. Allow me to post two agents here for precaution."

Tony turned to her and leant against the windowsill, irritated. "Why? Why are you going to all this trouble to keep us hidden? When I told you over the phone that I was coming, I agreed to the safe house but I said nothing about having a personal entourage."

"This is not about you DiNozzo. This is about her." She pointed towards Tali.

"Well it kinda makes the whole 'off the grid' thing a little difficult when I got two agents following my tail. I'll be fine with my kid, I don't need a couple of baby-sitters to waste my time." He was exhausted and every word that he spoke was harsher than he intended.

"These are some of my finest agents Tony. They are very capable of keeping you and Tali safe." She warned him. "Eli made many enemies throughout his time at Mossad. And his actions led to consequences that cost both his life and his daughter's too. I do not want to take any chances. Word got out that there was a survivor from the blast and if anyone discovers that it was Ziva's daughter and Eli's grandchild, I would fear the worst."

"Okay fine. Then let's settle this like adults." He petitioned. "Give me a gun and I'll keep one of your agents," Orli did not respond.

"Or," He dragged out the word, "You can forget the gun and I'll lose the agents the first chance I get. You may think having Tali will slow me down, but that kid is like her mother on steroids on a normal day. I lose her at least twice a day in my own apartment. Imagine how fast we could move if she was hyped up on sugar." He folded his arms and waited for Orli's response. Sure, Tony was a clueless guy when it came to being a father but he wasn't an idiot. Sugar was the kryptonite for all parents and he would rather sign his death warrant than feed his kid any artificials at this age. Orli pursed her lips, considering his compromise. Maybe she was over-reacting, maybe there was no impending danger for these two. But she was the director of Mossad, it was her job to over-react. Just because she was not aware of any danger did not mean that there wasn't a threat out there. She had worked tirelessly, after the explosion to bring justice for Ziva. She promised herself, to honour Ziva by creating a space, a world where Tali can live peacefully and safely. She was determined that Tali would never know the life that Ziva was forced into.

Orli turned to walk out the door and paused.

"Keep that phone on you at all times. I will call later," she nodded to extra phone that Tony threw on the bed earlier, the one she had given him. He opened his mouth to question Orli but immediately silenced himself when he saw her pull out a 9mm glock from her bag and place it on a table. She gave him a look, with a raised eyebrow and walked away, taking one of her agents along. Tony let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. It's not every day you take on the director of Mossad and not be assassinated. But then again, she was not just the director to him anymore.

He walked up to the table and picked up the gun. It had been a while since he held a glock in his hand and had forgotten how heavy they were. He turned it over in his hand and noticed the missing serial number. This must have been Orli's personal one. He automatically reached for his bag and hid the gun safely and then glanced over at Tali.

Tony needed to wake her so she could get into a routine and be able to sleep tonight. He sighed at the thought; he already knew what kind of nightmare was awaiting him. But he needed to take 40 to rest and recover before he could take on an exhausted Tali. So Tony showered and then laid down next to his daughter, watching her even breathing before his eyes closed.

...

Tony woke abruptly when he heard his phone vibrate silently in his back pocket. He quickly checked Tali to see if she was stirred but she was still blissfully knocked out. He slowly removed himself from the bed and walked out of the bedroom, answering his phone.

"Hey Dad,"

"Son, how is everything going over there?" Senior asked, his voice sounding distant over the phone.

"Oh peachy. It's humid, its hot, its-"

"-Healing?" Senior said, thrusting Tony back to their last fiery conversation.

"Tali's fine." Tony said, changing the subject. "She's sleeping right now, jetlag hit her like a tonne of bricks"

"Well make sure she wakes soon, you don't want a hyperactive toddler on your hands at 3am in the morning" Senior warned. Tony grunted in agreement. "So..are you okay?" Senior asked his son. He could imagine that all this was silently taking a toll on Tony.

"I'm okay," He simply replied. It was comforting for Tony to hear from this paternal side of Senior once in a while. There was a silence that settled between them. "Look I gotta go, wake up that rascal" Tony said quickly.

"Sure, take care of our little girl Son." Senior said, signing off.

"Of course. Bye dad." Tony ended the call and sat down on the couch. He glanced outside to the agent who was standing guard and thought back to how many times he had to be that person. His attention soon moved from the window to the contents of the living room. It looked like a proper house, not like any of the safe-houses Tony had been in before. Over to the corner, there were lines scratched into the wall and dates written on the side of them. It was as if someone was measuring a child's height.

Next to the wall was a large cabinet, with knick-nacks and trinkets littered around. Tony got up to investigate. He couldn't help himself; He was a nosey guy, everybody knew that! He opened the first drawer of the cabinet and found papers, with information written in Hebrew. Disregarding all that, he moved onto the second drawer and found some CD's, a set of keys, a Hebrew manual and a piece of paper with a list of numbers written on them. There was nothing that sparked his interested so Tony moved onto the final and third drawer and found something very interesting. Lying face down, amongst the empty space, were a set of pictures in picture frames. Tony creased his eyes in confusion and curiosity sure got the better of him when he reached down and picked them up, turning them all over.

He was definitely not expecting to see what he saw.