(A/N): Hey, I know, I know, I have taken ages to update this one, even after everyone has been very patient with me in waiting. The truth is that I didn't have a clue what to write next, and my college work got in the way. I just hope I don't get in trouble for doing this instead of my biology work.

Oh and before anyone says anything, it is OOC,and Tony isn't being romantic. Just thought I'd say that.

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Chapter 4

When Lisbon and DiNozzo were finally alone once more, they began to discuss intently the second part to their joint plan, the sweet part concerning Tony and Ziva. Tony knew that deep down he wouldn't be able to make Ziva jealous and also be able to convince her that he was being honest with her, so they had quickly disregarded that plan as useless. Now they were trying to come up with other solutions to it.

"You're a woman," DiNozzo stated as he leant back onto the pillows behind him to make himself more comfortable as he winced from the pain in his side. Lisbon laughed from her position crossed-legged at the end of the hospital bed he was currently lay in.

"So nice of you to notice, Tony. I'm truly surprised." Lisbon teased him immediately, hardly able to keep upright with her laughing shaking her whole frame.

"Not what I meant," DiNozzo said, shaking his head but laughing at the same time. Her laughter was plain infectious and he couldn't help but laugh back. "I meant, you're a woman, so you'd know what I should get her."

"Ah," Lisbon said thoughtfully, all laughter gone as she leant against the rail of the bed casually. "If it were me in your shoes, I'd probably go for the classics; flowers or jewellery."

"Yeah, but this is Ziva we're talking about here. I don't think that would work."

"Well, she doesn't appear to be a very flowery person," Lisbon told him gently. "However, I don't think she'd mind it if you got her a small bouquet of something gentle and pretty."

"And she won't take her Star of David pendant off, and I won't ever ask her to."

"Then maybe a bracelet instead, yes?"

"Like what?"

"Well, the necklace is gold with the Star of David pendant, yes?"

"Yes, but I don't see where you're going with this."

"Get her a bracelet of the same kind."

"I don't get it." He said, looking utterly confused and lost.

Lisbon sighed. Men, they just didn't get it. At all. "Look, the gold shows that you're thinking about how she can wear it in conjunction with the necklace at all times," Lisbon explained patiently and Tony nodded slowly. "And the Star of David shows you care about her and her religion Tony." Tony nodded again slowly as comprehension seeped through.

"Ah, I get it now."

Lisbon smiled at him, shaking her head in a motherly way. Tony looked at her curiously with a hint of brotherly affection mixed in to his dark eyes.

"You look like my mum used to when you do that."

Lisbon looked startled, like a deer caught in the headlights even as she blushed slightly. "Do what?"

"Shaking your head at me almost as if you were my mum and were resigned to my ways." Lisbon smiled sheepishly, looking embarrassed.

"Sorry, it's a hard habit to break."

Tony looked at Lisbon in confusion and shock. "What, you're a mum? How come no-one told me before now?"

Lisbon looked up in complete surprise. "What? No. No, I've never been a mum!"

Tony watched her intently until she finally met his gaze. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes as she pulled her wallet out of her back pocket hesitantly and produced two old pictures. She handed the first to Tony, who looked at it intently and curiously.

It was a picture of a dark haired family with a mum, a dad, and four children, three boys and a girl. They all looked really happy together. Tony looked up to Lisbon.

"Which one are you? The mother or the little girl?"

Lisbon smiled bitterly. "The girl. I know I'm my mother's doppelganger, so you really don't need to remind me."

Jane walked up to the hospital room door, poised to knock and announce his presence, but stopped when he heard the sound of voices from within and instead stood with his ear to the door to hear what Lisbon and Tony were saying.

"Okay," Tony told her as he handed the picture back carefully and she placed it back into her wallet immediately as though she felt she would lose it if she left it out any longer. "What's the other picture?"

Lisbon handed it over silently, more tears clouding her green eyes. The picture must have been only a couple of years older than the last one he had seen and there was only the four children in that one, with Teresa in the middle of her brothers, holding the littlest one, who could only have been around three at that time.

All three of the oldest children had clearly showing bruises, especially Teresa who didn't appear to have even an inch of skin unmarred by a bruise or a scar. Only the baby of the family actually looked happy in the picture now. Tony looked up to see a tear trailing down Lisbon's face as she visibly fought the urge to snatch the photo back from his fingers.

"What can you see now?" She whispered in a watery voice and Tony wiped the tear away from her face gently with a comforting smile.

"I see a girl who had to grow up too quickly," He said, but he wasn't looking at the picture. He was watching Lisbon instead and the corner of her mouth moved upwards in a half-smile.

"That's the only picture I have of all of us after… Um, now I don't speak to any of them. Tommy's got a kid and a psycho ex, James is happily married with two kids, and Matty's travelling somewhere with his girlfriend, has been for years. I can't be near them anymore."

"Why not?"

"They don't see me as their sister anymore. They see me as the fussing, nagging woman who raised them up because our father couldn't get away from the bottle long enough to do it himself. Whenever I went round to see them, they'd act as though I was mum. I'm not though, and I never wanted to be. I just didn't have another choice at the time and it's too late to turn back time."

Tony nodded sympathetically but before they could continue the conversation, there was a sharp knock on the door and Patrick Jane poked his head in, his jaw tense and his emotions visibly restrained as he saw the pair on the bed.

"Lisbon, could I have a word please?" He asked, trying to ignore the fact she was sat on Tony's bed with him looking completely at ease. Lisbon looked to Tony quizzically, who nodded his head gently.

"Sure," Lisbon said, jumping off the bed and putting her wallet back into her pocket. She turned back to Tony before she exited the room with Jane. "I'll go get those things you wanted before I come back, okay?"

"Okay Teresa," Tony said with a laugh as Lisbon glared playfully at him and exited the room followed by a silently glowering Jane. Tony leant back into the pillows and closed his eyes. He could sleep for a while before anyone else came to see him.


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