Hey, so this is the last chapter, and it is a little shorter, I hope that's ok... I've had so much fun with this, and think that it turned out very well! If there was anything you were hoping to have seen in this story, let me know and I could write a one-shot. I also have a huge question for you guys, the way I write characters, do they come across like they should? Or do they seem kinda... lacking? If you could let me know what you think, that would be great!

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Tali was turning five. It was her birthday. Her only wish was to be with her mother again. She knew her wish was about to come true. Why, one might ask? Well because even at the ripe old age of five, Tali knew that the fact that someone was standing over her bed with a knife could only end in her own death.

The woman who was standing over her had an unremarkable face, with short hair cut at her shoulders. If Tali would have had the chance, she would have said that the short hair was inappropriate for a lady. As it was, she didn't get the chance.

She didn't even get the chance to scream when the knife that had been pointed at her was suddenly falling to the bed, inches away from her hand, and another blade was protruding through the tummy of the woman in front of her. The body fell with a gross squelch to the floor and Tali peered up at her savior.

Then again, maybe she had died. With long curly brown hair and soft brown eyes, the only person who could be standing in front of her could be her mother. There wasn't much that Tali knew for certain, but her mother being dead was one of those things.

"Imma?" she whispered.

The woman nodded. "Yes, Talia, it is Imma."

Without wasting another second, Tali launched herself from her bed and into the arms of her imma. Imma's hands were no rougher than the last time she had felt them, though the clothes she was wearing were a lot more coarse than what Tali ever saw her family in.

Then a light shone from the hallway as her door creaked open. One of the knights shoved his head through, dropping his sword when he saw Tali's imma. Or maybe it was the body of the other woman on the floor.

"Your Majesty," the knight practically whispered, bowing low. "Forgive me for asking, but aren't you dead?"

Her imma's mouth twitched, like she was going to laugh, though she didn't.

"Nevermind that. Get Tim and have him report to the king's room."

The knight nodded, turning around to do as he had been told, then he completed the turn and faced the queen again. "Your Majesty, Sir McGee is at McGee manor with his family. The highest ranking knight here is currently Sir Torres."

"Whatever. Get him and have him report to the king's room." Then her imma turned to Tali. "How about we go find your father?" she suggested.

Tali nodded, and let herself relax into her imma's arms.

"Abba!" Tali called as she and her imma entered the room. "Abba, wake up!"

Her abba just groaned and rolled over. "Tali, it is the middle of the night, what is going on?"

"She was almost killed by an assassin."

That woke her abba. In a flash he was standing, blinking furiously as he stared at her imma.

"Ziva?" he asked in a whisper.

Her imma nodded and once Tali was standing on her own, she watched her parents kiss. It was just as gross as when Aunt Abby and Uncle Tim did it.

Their grossness was stopped by a knock at the door. Tali opened it, seeing as her parents were a little busy. Outside was Sir Torres, one of her favorite knights. He always had the coolest stories, and looked the coolest.

Now, though, he wasn't looking so cool. His mouth was gaping open, and his eyes were bugging out. Tali had to stifle a laugh.

"I, uh, thought you were dead."

"That is what everyone seems to be saying."

When Tali woke up again, the sunlight hitting her eyes, she looked around. She was lying in her parents' bed, in between the two of them. They were talking in whispers, occasionally sending a look down to her. Her imma's hand was running through her hair.

"It wasn't a dream?" she asked out loud.

Her Imma shook her head. "No, Tali. I am real. And I will never leave you again."

Tali smiled, happy that her family was back together again. And if she spent the whole day showing her mother the sword fighting skills that Sir Torres had taught her, so what.

Tony just sat back and smiled, the best smile that Tali had seen from him in a long, long time.