Squeals of laughter precede the almighty crash of the Atlantic surf as the little girl runs on wobbly legs away from the waters edge.
She skids to a halt as she almost crashes headlong into the legs of her watchful, awaiting father, and Ziva smiles warmly as she stumbles and Tony steadies her with a laugh that carries down the beach. The little girl grins up at him, all bright eyed and innocent smile, before she startles at the thundering sound of another wave behind her, and squeals once more, grabbing her fathers hands tightly, pulling at him desperately to be lifted up.
He lets her squirm...
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