Hey this is going to be a short Tiva one shot fanfic. The idea came to me when i was listening to 'Beautiful Liar' by Beyonce and Shakira so that is the song she will be singing Later on. Iknow it starts off slow but i promise that in the next chapter there will be nothing but Tiva fluff/smut. Enjoy :)

Tony couldn't stand it any longer. The heat was overwhelming. When Gibbs had said it would be hot, he didn't realise he meant this hot exactly.

Tony and Ziva had been sent on an undercover mission in Egypt to track a moving terrorist cell. Ziva was posing as a singer in the local bars and Tony of course, had to play the supportive boyfriend helping with her career.

Lucky for them, Ziva was a damn good singer. Unlucky for them, Tony was pretty bad at playing the role of a boyfriend, as he didn't bother to stick around long. To be fair he had had his fair share of long relationships, but they just never seemed to work out, and he wasn't sure how much more effort he could be bothered with.

He looked around suspiciously at the bar. They were located in a small town just outside of Ciaro, and being a travelling performer, meant like they had to live like one too. And honestly Tony was tired of the uncomfortable, flee ridden motels they had been staying in but this time, they were booked into a much nicer hotel and they were staying there for a few days. Being up since 5 in the morning to travel was last on the list of things he'd been planning to do, and all he could think about was the bed when they finished for tonight. Alright they had to take the last double room, but Ziva always let him take the bed, right? She'd be fine on the couch.

Ziva. Tony suddenly remembered why they were here and looked around in desperation.

He had been sitting at the bar for a good 20 minutes and she still hadn't turned up on stage. Some of the audience were getting bored and he had almost finished his Vodka Martini, and didn't know if he could finish another. He looked around the small bar in disgust, it wasn't the swankiest of places in all honesty.

It was a small bar with only about 15 tables scattered around in the large space. The actual bar was located at the far end where Tony was sitting, and the stage was opposite on the other side of the tables. The tables fitted about two or three people each, on small wooden stools covered in a red leather of some sort. Running along one wall were a couple of booths, obviously reserved for the more higher paying customers such as the business men, who were occupying them currently. The entrance to the bar was located on the wall between the stage and door and located on the opposite wall to the booths. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that Ziva was singing, but the bar seemed a lot more full than it usually was on a weekend.

To occupy himself, Tony lifted up one of the menu's to try and make sense of some of the Arabic. But to make it harder, the lights were dimmed down really low, so the only really visible light was up on stage or through a side door into the toilets. To make it worse the fans hanging down from the ceiling didn't seem to be working so here Tony was, stuck on a Saturday night in a hot, foreign, remote bar with nothing to do but stare at his drink and pray this evening would be over soon.

However despite Tony's constant need to moan, there were quite a few perks. One being the hot, Egyptian waitress behind the bar. Tony didn't often go for completely foreign women but he had occasionally had spur of the moment flings whilst on holiday but this was work, so he had to remain focused. It was proving extremely hard though with this full breasted woman constantly giving him flirtatious looks, and Tony didn't know why, but this made him strangely uncomfortable.

He looked around hoping to catch sight of Ziva. He never felt uncomfortable around her, he wasn't sure why. Usually he had his way with woman, he was known as the cocky one with a talent for getting them into bed but recently, he hadn't been so into that.

He had started to pay a lot more attention to the women already around him, like Ziva for instance. Okay she was quite emotional and wouldn't stand for any bullshit but hell, she was pretty damn sexy. She had a way with Tony that would make him shiver at the smallest sexual innuendo she said, and he had evidence in his pants to prove it. They had been dancing around their feelings towards each other for years but for now, that's the way it had to stay. Plus Gibbs had pretty strong rules on relationships in the office and Tony knew if he fucked up with Ziva, he might as well just quit.

Thinking of Gibbs reminded Tony that he should check up with his boss.

"Boss?" Tony whispered quietly into his wrist microphone.

"Readin' you loud and clear DiNozzo."

"How much longer till Ziva gets out? This place is giving me the creeps. I feel like I'm back in the 1958 film 'Ice cold in Alex' directed by J Thompson. That's a great film boss in fact I..."

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked, "this is only meant for undercover work, so shut it with the chit chat."

"Oh sorry boss, over and out."

Tony sighed as he moved the microphone away from his mouth. He looked at his watch, it was 9:56pm to be exact, but it felt like gone midnight. Just when he was about to give up hope, the entrance to the bar opened, and three men walked in.

Tony quickly lifted his wrist to his mouth and spoke quickly into the microphone,

"Suspect entering the bar boss."

"Good DiNozzo." Gibbs replied, "Now the rich bastard is Anton Krakov. He's the millionaire supposedly buying the weapons for the cell. The other two are just his men. They don't have anything planned for tonight but keep an eye on them just in case."

"Got it boss." Tony muttered before turning his attention back to his new company. They moved into the bar and sat in the booth closest to Tony, in the back corner. Just as Tony started to observe the men, the curtains to the stage were pulled back and he was stunned into silence.

Next chapter should be up later today. Please review!