Okaydokey. This is kind of inspired by something a friend said about how quickly Tony moved on from Ziva and I kind of agreed so I came up with this. You have to imagine that none of what happened after the other Abigail turned down the job offer Gibbs gave her at the beginning of season 11. I can't remember what episode that was. We are based exactly 8 years after Tony left Ziva in Israel.

It had been a long week. It had been a long month. It had been a long year. A long decade. Who was he kidding, he missed her. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the picture in his hand. He smiled sadly. Paris. His favourite photo.

"Boss, it's been eight years. Today is always tough on him, I think..."

"McGee." Gibbs looked up at Tim. He had noticed McGee had been looking older recently. Tired. They all had. They had been sharing the work load of four agents between three for eight years. Eight years today. "Do you have any suggestions, because every time we try to get a new agent, they don't work out." He looked over to the empty desk. How many agents had moved in and out of that office space in these past years since she left? He had lost count. None lasted more that a month. "When was the last time that he had a relationship that lasted more than three days?"

"I don't..." Tim said wearily.

"You're tired. Go on, go home. Sleep. I'll call if there are any problems." Gibbs said, looking up as a small cough came from a small girl with dark, wild hair.

"I am looking for Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo." The girl said in a heavily accented voice as Tony literally fell off his chair. She looked up from the photograph she was holding and walked around the side of his desk as he was standing up.

"Nobody but me calls me that." He said, looking at the child with the wild hair and the wild eyes.

"You look older than I thought you would, although I guess it has been a long time since this photograph was taken." She looked back down at the photograph she clutched in her hand and then back to the man in front of her and then down to the photograph in his hand. "However, you have that photo, which I guess means you are who I am looking for."

"Why are you looking for me?" Tony looked down to the photo she was looking at then looked up at the girl. "Ziva? What do you want with her?" Tony said, looking to Gibbs and McGee as they stood silently, watching. "They're training Mossad officers young, you're what, 8?"

"7." She said. "And I am not a Mossad officer, I just want to find my father." She frowned. "My name is Caitlin. My mother is..." She pointed to the photograph. "Ziva David. She told me that I was never to become a Mossad officer."