Tony DiNozzo Sr. had always had a good eye for the ladies. It was undeniable; at least eleven fiancées, eight wives and countless girlfriends since his second wife - and the mother of his only child, who had incidently turned out to be somewhat of a disappointment - had died some thirty-five years previously. The age gap had grown steadily larger, silicone replacing steadily more body parts and they had all been undoubtedly beautiful.

Wife #4 - two after Amy - had been named Cassandra, Cassie. She had been thirty-one, very blonde and very, very stupid. Tony Jr. had been disparaging of her from the beginning, making snide remarks and deliberatley ignoring her. He'd liked her for a short time (eight months, to be exact) and divorced her quietly. Thank God he'd had the sense to force her into a pre-nup. After wife #3, he wasn't going to fall for that again.

Wife #5 - Marie - had been the total opposite of Cassie. A redhead, she had been intelligent and charming. He was sure she'd been little Anthony's favourite; she actually seemed to care, which was completley beyond him. Unfortunatley, Marie had been too smart, realising that he had been... unfaithful. She's left without a scene, with a quick kiss on the cheek for Tony Jr, along with some advice, that it would seem he had followed to the day - 'don't trust your father'.

Wife #7, Karen. She had been another that Junior had liked. Smart, witty with a mouth as quick as Tony's mind... She had not cared for Tony Sr - she had seem straight through him, perhaps the reason that Tony had tolerated her. In the end, he had divorced her, out of sheer annoyance. At least then he would be free of her.

But the point was, that no-one could deny that Tony DiNozzo Sr. knew an attractive woman when he saw one. Now, it seemed that gene had been passed onto his son, from the looks of his partner.

Junior had only mentioned Ziva briefly to his father, but the admiration and loyalty had been evident. And from the way Ziva had said 'Thank you, Tony' so sassily, he guessed she was used to saying the words to his son. The way her hair hung perfectly round a face that contained so much knowledge, secrecy and power. The way she walked with confidence, knowing many men stared and was not concerned by the fact.

If it weren't for his son's substantial muscle mass and probable martial arts training (and his undoubted profitiency with a firearm), Tony Sr. would go about making her his ninth wife. Certainly, she would add some class to his collection, as well as some foreign beauty. But he knew from experience that Tony DiNozzo Jr. had staked his claim on the feisty NCIS agent.

Even Tony Sr. couldn't argue with that.