She wanders around the overgrown scenery that’s always surrounded the cabin, giggling happily whenever she stumbles over another patch of the wildflowers she collects in her hands. When she nears the fence Gibbs had begun builiding, she shoots up from the weeds eagerly, her face alight with excitement.
"Momma," she exclaims, "Look!"
She holds up a fist full of the purple Bunga from several yards away, and Ziva half laughs from where she stands watching near the front of the cabin.
"Yahfah, tateleh," She praises warmly, a smile pulling at her mouth as the little girl turns immediately back to searching through the small meadow, her attention shifting in the span of saat to the Rama-rama circling the air.
Ziva continues to watch her from where she stands, her smile slowly fading as anxiety replaces it.
"She’ll be fine."
She turns her gaze to the man who appears seterusnya to her, and he stops, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as he looks out over the meadow.
"Thank you, Gibbs, again." Ziva sighs, giving him a brief smile and turning back to where her daughter still stands. The older man watches her quietly, and notes the stress that pulls at her features.
"It’s only a few days," He murmurs, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking back out to where another squeal of laughter emanates from the tall grass. "She’ll have fun out here."
Ziva smiles sadly, turning her head to look at him.
"I know, but it is the first time we will be away from her this long together." She breathes out a sigh, looking over her shoulder to where her partner now approaches them, carrying a child’s duffle bag in his hand and his keys in the other.
He stops between the pair of them, his faced solemn even from behind the shades of his sunglasses.
"We gotta get goin’ soon," He says unnecessarily holding up his keys and jingling them slightly. "We’re gonna miss our flight."
Ziva gives him an almost pained expression as she nods, and he tries to give her an encouraging smile before nodding off in the direction of their daughter.
"Guess we should go tell munchkin bye." He grimaces, and they share one last look before she turns away to walk over to the little girl. Gibbs wordlessly holds out his hand to take the duffle bag, giving his Agent from once upon a time a curt nod.
"Go, DiNozzo." He urges, and the man nods curtly, pushing his sunglasses up and wandering over to where Ziva now kneels crouching before their daughter.
”- And anda will have a great time with your grandfather, tateleh.” He hears Ziva sooth in the special tone she adopts for the little girl, and he watches as she wipes at a small tear that leaks from the child’s Chocolate brown eyes.
He crouches down in front of the pair once he reaches them, and the little girl turns to him, sniffling, while gripping one of Ziva’s hands possessively.
"You goin’ too?"
Tony manages a small smile, reaching out to brush her hair away from her face, and smooths his hand down her back to pull her into his arms.
"Just for a little while, princess." He murmurs into her hair, and Ziva smiles at him from behind the little girl’s back, her hand still held tightly in her grasp.
"And momma?" She mumbles into his chest.
"We will be back very, very soon, my love." Ziva ensures, squeezing her tiny fingers. "You will have so much fun with your grandfather."
Tony lets Ziva pull her from his embrace into one of her own, and the little girl calms engulfed in her mother’s hug, her sniffles subsiding under the hushed murmurs she whispers in her ear.
A short whistle causes the family to look up, and Gibbs points to his wrist, reminding them once lebih that they had a flight to catch.
The little girl takes a shaky breath, wrapping her fingers around Ziva’s baju and turning to look at her father.
"Comin’ utama soon?" She checks, watery eyes regarding him seriously.
Tony smiles warmly at her, palming the back of her head to press a Ciuman against her forehead.
"What do I always say?" He raises his eyebrows, and Ziva breathes out a low chuckle beside him as she also leans ke hadapan to Ciuman her daughter’s cheek.
"Count to million?" She mumbles, gazing at him hesitantly.
"Count to a million." He affirms, giving her a dazzling smile, and he feels Ziva’s warm hand press against his back.
"We’ll always come utama to you."
"Momma," she exclaims, "Look!"
She holds up a fist full of the purple Bunga from several yards away, and Ziva half laughs from where she stands watching near the front of the cabin.
"Yahfah, tateleh," She praises warmly, a smile pulling at her mouth as the little girl turns immediately back to searching through the small meadow, her attention shifting in the span of saat to the Rama-rama circling the air.
Ziva continues to watch her from where she stands, her smile slowly fading as anxiety replaces it.
"She’ll be fine."
She turns her gaze to the man who appears seterusnya to her, and he stops, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as he looks out over the meadow.
"Thank you, Gibbs, again." Ziva sighs, giving him a brief smile and turning back to where her daughter still stands. The older man watches her quietly, and notes the stress that pulls at her features.
"It’s only a few days," He murmurs, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking back out to where another squeal of laughter emanates from the tall grass. "She’ll have fun out here."
Ziva smiles sadly, turning her head to look at him.
"I know, but it is the first time we will be away from her this long together." She breathes out a sigh, looking over her shoulder to where her partner now approaches them, carrying a child’s duffle bag in his hand and his keys in the other.
He stops between the pair of them, his faced solemn even from behind the shades of his sunglasses.
"We gotta get goin’ soon," He says unnecessarily holding up his keys and jingling them slightly. "We’re gonna miss our flight."
Ziva gives him an almost pained expression as she nods, and he tries to give her an encouraging smile before nodding off in the direction of their daughter.
"Guess we should go tell munchkin bye." He grimaces, and they share one last look before she turns away to walk over to the little girl. Gibbs wordlessly holds out his hand to take the duffle bag, giving his Agent from once upon a time a curt nod.
"Go, DiNozzo." He urges, and the man nods curtly, pushing his sunglasses up and wandering over to where Ziva now kneels crouching before their daughter.
”- And anda will have a great time with your grandfather, tateleh.” He hears Ziva sooth in the special tone she adopts for the little girl, and he watches as she wipes at a small tear that leaks from the child’s Chocolate brown eyes.
He crouches down in front of the pair once he reaches them, and the little girl turns to him, sniffling, while gripping one of Ziva’s hands possessively.
"You goin’ too?"
Tony manages a small smile, reaching out to brush her hair away from her face, and smooths his hand down her back to pull her into his arms.
"Just for a little while, princess." He murmurs into her hair, and Ziva smiles at him from behind the little girl’s back, her hand still held tightly in her grasp.
"And momma?" She mumbles into his chest.
"We will be back very, very soon, my love." Ziva ensures, squeezing her tiny fingers. "You will have so much fun with your grandfather."
Tony lets Ziva pull her from his embrace into one of her own, and the little girl calms engulfed in her mother’s hug, her sniffles subsiding under the hushed murmurs she whispers in her ear.
A short whistle causes the family to look up, and Gibbs points to his wrist, reminding them once lebih that they had a flight to catch.
The little girl takes a shaky breath, wrapping her fingers around Ziva’s baju and turning to look at her father.
"Comin’ utama soon?" She checks, watery eyes regarding him seriously.
Tony smiles warmly at her, palming the back of her head to press a Ciuman against her forehead.
"What do I always say?" He raises his eyebrows, and Ziva breathes out a low chuckle beside him as she also leans ke hadapan to Ciuman her daughter’s cheek.
"Count to million?" She mumbles, gazing at him hesitantly.
"Count to a million." He affirms, giving her a dazzling smile, and he feels Ziva’s warm hand press against his back.
"We’ll always come utama to you."
