Okay! So this is the official sequel to 'Thousand Miles'. Obviously, I have left a LOT of cliff hangers and unfinished storylines in that one…this is to clear them all up! If you want to read this, read 'Mistakes' first, then 'Thousand Miles' and THEN read this one! So enjoy! OH! And I looked up the surname of Tony's mom? Well they apparently said it in South by Southwest…it's Paddington!

Tony didn't know how long he stood there, just staring and gaping a couple of times at the man in front of him, his folder still grasped in his tight grip, unable to move. Just…staring, "Dad?" He whispered again, and Gibbs continued to give confused looks to the rest of his teammates.

He hadn't seen it coming. That wasn't Tony's dad. Well….not the Dad he thought he saw in the pictures…

"Do I know you?" The man finally asked, and Tony's heart nearly broke as he looked down a little, but he just flashed him his famous DiNozzo smile.

"Yeah…you know, Anthony DiNozzo!" He grinned, sticking his hand out, but the man just stared at him. He sighed and dropped his hand, "Caprice Paddington." He muttered out, throwing out his Mom's maiden name.

The man suddenly caught on and gave a small smile, "She got pregnant?" He asked, his accent prominent in his voice. Tony gave a laugh and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm…your….your son, sir." He let out a deep breath and shoved his hands into his pockets, looking down and then up at him, giving a smirk.

The rest of the team was completely confused. Tony's former team had to get to their flight before it took off, and Ziva was a little happy for her partner, yet scared at the same time. McGee noticed her look.

"What…what's going on?" He whispered in the Israeli's ear.

"He is meeting his Dad." She gave a small grin, happiness filling her as she watched their exchange.

"Oh." De Luca said before starting away. Tony grabbed onto his arm.

"Hey!" He announced, pulling him back, "I…you….you're my Dad!" He managed out.

"Yes. And your mother slept around."

"But you're my Dad. You didn't sleep around."

"Never had a woman since Caprice." He admitted, thinking briefly back to her, "That's why I left her." Tony let go of him and stepped back a little but De Luca didn't seem to notice. He left her? He could have had a real father…a real father…he watched as his Dad reached into his bag and pulled out a business card, scribbling something on the back of it.

"Let's go for coffee later. Catch up…Anthony." He gave a small smirk, "I really have a plane to catch. Ciao." He bid his hat and then started off, leaving Tony there, standing and staring after his Dad.

Gibbs walked up to him, "Tony?" He asked, shaking his shoulder, "What the hell was that?"

He gave a small look towards Gibbs as his Dad disappeared into the crowd. He looked back down at the ground, "It was…nothing…boss." And with that, he promptly pushed past Abby and McGee and started out of the airport. The team shared looks with each other and then Ziva started after him, wanting to know what had suddenly changed his mood like that.

As she started to walk, Gibbs caught onto her arm, stopping her, "Gibbs!" She exclaimed, abruptly stopping.

"No, Ziva. There's something you aren't telling me." She just looked down at the ground, as if she was caught, and then back up at him, "You're coming with me."

"Gibbs!" she repeated, "I do not find this necessary…" She started, but it didn't matter, he was already pulling her away from McGee and Abby, looking confused as ever.

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Eighteen hours later, Tony DiNozzo sat rooted in the same place in his apartment. The airplane company had managed to send him bags back to him before they took off, which made Tony very happy to know about. However, at 0100h in the morning, he found himself unable to determine what he wanted to accomplish. He sighed and stared down at the now warm bottle of beer that he had cracked open at around ten hundred hours in the morning, after he made it back from the airport, got into his apartment, taken a shower (hoping it would calm his nerves), and then sat down on his couch. He hadn't moved since then, except for the one time he got up to get the door, one time to turn on the light, and then the other couple of times he needed to go to the bathroom.

He stared at the TV screen, blank, unmoving, like he was before. Suddenly, he heard the door open, and, on reflex, his hand moved to his SIG on his waist (which he never removed). He relaxed, however, when the door was finally opened all the way to show his pretty little Israeli standing there.

"Tony?" She questioned, and he took in her form. She was still in the clothes that she was wearing in the airport, but her hair was a little messed up and her eyes looked a little dark as well as sporting a tint of red. She closed the door behind her and gave a small smile, "I was just…I forgot something here. I hope I am not interrupting your show…" She gave a glance to the television and noticed it was off, not on mute like she had expected it to be. She looked up at him, confusion definite in her eyes, "I will just grab what I came for and be off, yes?" She questioned, and he just nodded, pointing his head and his still full beer bottle towards the hallway to his right.

Another confused look passed her eyes, yet she moved towards the bedroom. Once she was safely there, she frantically looked around, trying to find something that was hers. She scanned the room. She didn't realize that she had cleaned up that much in an attempt to keep him off of her mind last night. Suddenly, she saw a bright red, silky fabric coming out of one of the drawers. Curiously, she walked over to it, and, in the drawer in which they kept all of their 'toys', there it was. What she was 'looking for'. Angrily, with a huff on her face, she looped a finger through the string and pulled it out, not thinking twice about Tony's mental state of mind, before storming into the living room.

She stopped in front of the couch, her eyes narrowed to slits, one hand on her hip as she lifted up the fabric. She watched as he nervously gulped before shrugging his shoulders, "What?"

"What. Was. This. Doing. In. Your. Drawer?" She demanded, and he didn't have an answer, "Tony. We specifically designated drawers on one side of the room that were yours and drawers on my side of the room that are mine." She fumed, "Tony I just can't believe that you would steal my thong! I mean…Tony!" She hollered, and then she noticed that his head was turned to the side, away from her. She sighed, realizing her fault, "Tony." She calmly said, letting the fabric drop to her side, like the rest of her arm, "I…I am sorry." He looked up at her for a moment, their eyes trying desperately to read the other before she started towards the door. She had her hand on the handle when she heard his voice, stopping her dead in her tracks.

"Ziva." It was simple, just her name, but it made her heart beat fast. She didn't turn around, she just stood there, her back turned to him, her hand still on the handle, her eyes turned on the metal that she shifted in her palm, "Stay." He pleaded, more of a question than anything else. She sighed.

"I need to get home, Tony." She said, still refusing to turn to face him, "I got what I needed."

"Well I didn't." He shrugged, but was still greeted with her back to him, "And I know that you didn't come over here at 0123h just to get a thong. You can't sleep either." She sighed, almost defeated. How come he could see through all of her walls so easily? He knew how to break them down, build them up, and use x-ray vision. Sometimes all in a matter of five minutes or less, "Besides." He let out a deep breath, "Saved me a trip."

And that was what made her turn around and finally face him, her hand leaving the handle, "What?" She asked, and he just patted the couch next to him, scooting over a little. She sighed and sat down next to him.

"Something's bothering you."

"I could say the same for you." She noted, their thighs touching as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Ziva I never meant to hurt you." He said, softly.

She looked down at her hands and took in a deep breath before answering him, "I never meant to either. And I never meant to tell Gibbs. I know that was your decision, I know that you should be able to make that decision on your own, but it was Gibbs, and he was interrogating me, and even I am not strong enough to resist Gibbs interrogation. I know I should not have even pried to begin with…but I just wanted to know about the plague…and then you were upset when I ventured further and…"

"Ziva." Tony cut her off, and she looked up at him, this time recognizing the confusion in his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"You were not talking about telling Gibbs about your real father?" He looked down, sighing a big sigh before looking back up at her, deep into her chocolate brown eyes.

"I was talking about not properly saying goodbye to you, Ziva." He softly said, and he watched her eyes soften as well. He tentatively moved his hand up to push a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear. His fingertips traced her jaw line, and as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, she closed her eyes and leaned subconsciously into his touch. He scooted just millimeters closer towards her, "I just…I knew we were leaving, and I didn't want to make my departure hurt you more than it should." He started, moving in slowly as she opened her eyes. He cupped her face with two hands, pulling her closer to her, slowly, carefully, "but now that I'm not leaving…" He started, moving his face closer to hers, "I can properly say goodbye." He murmured, his lips centimeters from hers before he pressed his lips firmly up against her own.

Instantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him harder against her, and Tony moved one hand from her face to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers into her brown, smooth, straightened strands.

He ran his tongue over the bottom of her lip, waiting for access, and she gave it to him immediately. The second she opened her mouth, Tony realized he couldn't breath and he quickly pulled away, breathing heavily than he ever had before. He turned away from her, and she looked down at him in confusion.

"Tony?" She asked, sounding out of breath but not looking quite as beaten as Tony. She placed a hand on his back, and he turned towards her, "Are you okay?" She asked, concern evident in her brown eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He grinned, pecking her on the lips one more time, yet she was still confused, "I don't want to fight with you, again."

"Neither do I but Tony…." He pressed his lips to hers again, this time making sure that each kiss lasted about a second, "What is…" Another kiss, "wrong…?" Another kiss, and she finally managed to pull away, leaving a depressed Tony on the couch as she stood up, "Tony. What is wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"Nothing." He said, all thoughts of his Dad leaving him, "Look, I'm tired." He stood up too and faced her, "Sleep?"

"As long as all we do is sleep." He nodded.

"That's all I wanted." He pinched her lightly, "I need to get some water. I'll meet you in bed." He watched as she nodded and then started towards the bedroom, glancing back at him the entire way. Once he was sure that she was in (the door closed), he quickly moved into the kitchen and then poured himself a glass of water before he managed to cough. The tingling sensation, the one that felt like the feather had been riding his throat. His heart was still racing as he walked back towards the bedroom, opening up the door to reveal Ziva sitting on their bed, running a brush through her hair. She wore black sweats and one of his old t-shirts. He grinned at her, and she just smirked back as he quickly grabbed a t-shirt off of the ground and changed his shirt before pulling off his pants and socks and staying in his boxers. She set the brush down just as he crawled into bed, and she flicked off the light before they automatically moved to their 'couple's position'; the way that they slept when they were together. Ziva moved to her side as Tony did the same, pulling her up against his chest as they intertwined their hands together. He rested his head against her shoulder, "Lailah Tov." She muttered.

"Buona Notte." He grinned as he closed his eyes. Ziva, however, kept hers awake, for she couldn't sleep. Tony's still raspy breathing was in her ear, louder than ever. Her heart accelerated, and she stiffened in his grip, and he naturally tightened his arms around her, "Shh…Ziva…" He ginned again, pressing a kiss against her cheek, "Before I get the handcuffs." He teased, "And take away your lock pick."

This time she didn't laugh. She didn't even smile. She just stared straight forward at the night, wide away, completely and utterly scared. Something was wrong.

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*takes deep breath* so there we go. Next chapter we'll find out more about Tony's Dad…and could Ziva's Mossad senses be kicking in?! I think I kinda rushed it with the storyline, but whatever. Review, please? I had lots of trouble writing this. So I'd appreciate your reviews! Maybe get me in the 'writing mood' lol! I just wasn't in it today! So review! Please! Thanks!