Hey! So, this is my first NCIS FanFiction. *SPOILER ALERT* This is set in season seven during Tony and Ziva's Paris trip (episode Jet Lag) to pick up Nora Williams, there is also slight spoilers for the episode 'Under Covers'. Jenny isn't dead and Ziva was never sent back to Israel and Tony wasn't an Agent Afloat. On the other hand, Ziva is already an Agent, and not a Mossad Officer anymore.
No more babbling from me, let's get going!
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"Gibbs," Gibbs said as he answered the phone while walking out of the elevator, standard cup of coffee in hand.
"Jethro, it's me. I need you in my office ASAP," Jenny said.
"Sure, I'll be there in a minute," Gibbs said before closing the phone.
He walked directly past his team and up the stairs towards the Directors office.
Gibbs burst through the doors, "You wanted to see me?" he asked.
"I would prefer if you knocked before barging into my office Agent Gibbs," Jenny said.
"I've busted in too many doors to respect them anymore," Gibbs answered as he walked over to stand in front of her desk where she was sitting.
Jenny 'hmphred' and let it go. "I am just informing you that I'm sending Agent DiNozzo and Agent David to Paris to pick up our witness Nora Williams," Jenny said.
"Jenny, you can't send them to Paris!" Gibbs exclaimed.
"I can, and I will, Agent Gibbs."
"Jen, bad things happen in Paris."
"Jethro," Jenny said, her voice softening a bit, "They're not us, and they're not going undercover, they're merely picking up a witness."
"Jen, you can't do that to me! If anything happens between them, what am I supposed to do?"
"You are not supposed to do anything, they're grown up's, they can do as they please," Jenny said, her voice getting the 'Director-tone' again.
Gibbs, still not pleased with Jenny idea, left the office in a bad mood.
Wiling down the stairs he saw Tony annoying Ziva, "DiNozzo!" he barked.
Tony turned, "Yes Boss?"
"Go home, pack a bag. You too David," Gibbs said.
"Where are we going Boss?" Tony asked excited.
"Paris. You are picking up Nora Williams," Gibbs sat down in his chair and turned to look at his computer.
"I love Paris!" Tony exclaimed, still excited.
Ziva had merely stood up and started packing her belongings, strapping on her Sig, putting on her jacket and slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
"You may love Paris now," Gibbs said standing up and walking over to him, "But if you do anything that you're not supposed to, you won't be able to go there, or anywhere else again. Understood?"
Tony gulped, "Understood," he said.
"Are you coming Tony?" Ziva asked impatiently.
"Yes, of course," Tony said and began packing up before rushing to meet Ziva at the elevator.
"So Zee-Vah," Tony said once the elevator doors were closed, "Aren't you at all excited about us going to Paris?"
"I have been in Paris many times before, Tony," Ziva said.
"Of course you have," Tony muttered.
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Tony and Ziva went to each of their apartment to pack clothes, and in Ziva's case a couple of additional weapons. Two hours later Tony was at Ziva's apartment.
"Ziva! Open up your door!" Tony yelled while knocking.
When Ziva finally opened the door, Tony was speechless. There she was, in nothing but a small white towel that barely covered the essential, her hair hanging wet and loose around her shoulders and down her back.
"Ehh, Ziva? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Tony asked.
"Because, Tony, you interrupted by shower. You were not supposed to be here yet. I still have-" Ziva looked at the watch in her hallway, "forty-five minutes left."
"Yeah, ehh, see," Tony stammered while trying to keep his gaze on her face instead of letting it run down her body and long legs. "I was done packing and I was bored and there wasn't enough time to watch a movie so I thought I would come here."
Ziva sighed and opened the door fully so he could step inside.
"I am going to need a couple of minutes to get ready," Ziva said while walking into the living room, "Just make yourself comfortable," she said motioning towards the couch.
"Sure," Tony smiled and sat down.
Ziva turned around and walked into her bedroom to find some clothes to wear.
Ziva looked through her clothes and decided to wear a pair of army green cargo pants and a black tee-shirt. After she had put on the clothes she dried and brushed her hair before pulling it into a ponytail. Walking to her bathroom she cleaned up and applied a bit of mascara before walking into the living room where Tony sat.
When she walked in he looked up, "You're ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes I am ready," Ziva said as she picked up her small suitcase and her carry-on bag.
"Here," Tony said, standing up, "Let me take that," he reached out for her suitcase.
"Tony, it is very-" Ziva tried to say, but Tony had already taken the suitcase away from her.
"Urgh!" he said, "What do you have in this thing? Bricks?"
"No, why would I have bricks in my suitcase," Ziva asked confused.
"It's a saying," Tony said as he put down the suitcase so he could wheel it.
"Oh. Well, to answer your question. I have weapons and clothes in it."
"Weapons? How many weapons do you thing you'll need?" Tony asked, his voice raising an octave as he talked.
"Last time I was in Paris I needed a lot more that what is in there," Ziva said and gestured to the suitcase.
"The last time you were in Paris, you were a Mossad Officer, this time you're an NCIS Agent."
"I still like to have my weapons with me," Ziva said.
Tony huffed, "Let's just hope they don't stop us in security."
They walked out of Ziva's apartment. Ziva out on her jacket as they walked out and locked the door after them, they took the elevator down to Tony's car and put in Ziva's suitcase and her carry-on bag.
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They arrived at Dulles International Airport three hours before their plane was scheduled do take off.
"Are you sure we have enough time to get your luggage through security?" Tony asked.
"Tony, calm down! It's not like I have a bomb in there. I have only got a couple of guns and knives and such things."
"Guns and knives and such things?" Tony asked a little too loud.
"You do not have to yell, Tony," Ziva said, "I do not want security here for no reason," Ziva said as she saw the looks they got from some of the passengers at the airport.
"Sorry..." Tony said.
When they reached security they flashed their badges and put their Sig's in a basket before they went through the metal detector. Tony went through without problems but when Ziva went through they went off.
"Ma'am?" the security guard said.
"Yes?" Ziva asked innocently, Tony rolled his eyes.
"Do you have anything made of metal on you?" the security guard asked.
Ziva pretended to think about it for a second, "Yes, I thing I have."
"Then could you please take it off and put it in the same basket that you put your Sig in?"
"Okay," Ziva said and Tony sighed.
Ziva went to her left ankle to take off her back-up, then to her waist where she had a knife, then to the other side of her waist to take off another knife and then at the small of her back to take away her second back-up. The security guard's eyes had become big when Ziva had reached for her second knife, and now his hand was at his hip, ready to pull out his gun if she tried anything. Tony on the other hand was totally relaxed and seemed a little bored. Ziva had finally taken away all of her weapons and put them in the basket.
"You done Ma'am?" the security guard asked.
"Yes, I believe so," Ziva answered.
"Okay, you may go through the metal detector again," he said.
When Ziva went through it didn't say anything and Tony smiled, finally they were ready to go.
Tony took his Sig from the basket, and Ziva took all of her things and strapped them on before they moved on.
Half an hour later, while sitting at the gate waiting got the plane, someone walked up to them.
"Ziva David?" he asked.
"Dah-Veed," Ziva corrected.
"Sorry, Dah-Veed," he corrected himself. "We need you to some with us."
Ziva frowned, "Why?"
"We have some questions about your luggage."
Now it was Tony's turn to frown, "What was it I told you?"
Ziva shrugged and stood up, Tony followed.
"I'm sorry Sir, but we only need to talk with the lady."
"She goes, I go. We're a team."
The guard looked confused. Ziva sighed and pulled out her badge, "NCIS," Ziva said.
"NCIS?" the guard asked.
"Stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service," Ziva said impatiently.
"Oh, okay," the guard said.
All three of them walked toward the ´security office where Ziva's suitcase was lying open, a lot of weapons lying around it.
"Come on Ziva, we're going to freaking Paris to pick up a witness, you don't need so many weapons."
"I like to be prepared," Ziva said.
The security guard ignored their conversation and just led them into the office. When they were inside and standing in front of Ziva's suitcase the guard turned to face them.
"Can you explain why you have so many weapons with you?" he asked.
"Well-" Ziva started but was cut off by Tony.
"She's a former Mossad Officer, and some things still hangs on so whenever she goes anywhere she have this thing about bringing a lot of weapons, and trust me, this is nothing," Tony said and gestured to the weapons that was lying on the table, "We were once on this undercover op where she-" he was cut off.
"I don't care," the guard said, "I just wanted to know why you had so many weapons in your suitcase."
"I have a lot of weapons in my suitcase because I like to be prepared, and I have license for all my weapons, I do not have them with me because I have never had a problem like this when I was I Mossad. And we would really like to go now because we do not want to miss our plane because if we do, our Boss will be pretty mad." Ziva said.
The guard looked at them and then at his fellow co-workers and they just shrugged. "You may go now," he said to Tony and Ziva.
"Is it possible that I could repack my suitcase myself?" Ziva asked and Tony sighed loudly, Ziva sent him a glare.
The guard looked wary but agreed and Ziva went over to her suitcase and had it all packed down in five minutes.
"If that was all, could we then go back to our gate?" Tony asked.
"Okay," the guard said and Ziva and Tony went back to their gate and sat down in the uncomfortable chairs there.
After another hour and a half, making it 04:35 PM, they finally started to board the plane and Ziva and Tony pulled out their boarding tickets. When they were finally a seat and the plane had taken off, Ziva and Tony fell asleep. Half an hour into the flight they woke up and spent the time talking, reading and watching the movies the plane showed.
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Seven hours and twenty-five minutes later they were in Paris, 05:00 AM local time. They went to get their luggage and then to take a cab to the hotel.
They quickly got their suitcases and went to get a cab. After twenty minutes of drive they were at the hotel, both of them very tired.
Tony and Ziva walked up to the reception and flashed their badges.
"Agents DiNozzo and David checking in," Tony said.
"Of course," the young blonde haired, blue eyed receptionist said. She pushed a couple of buttons on the keyboard, "You have room 208," she said and swiped a card.
"Ehm, excuse me, but we booked two rooms," Tony said.
"I'm sorry but only have one room available," the receptionist said.
Tony groaned, "Great."
"Come on Tony," Ziva said, "Am I that bad?"
"Yes, you are that bad," Tony said and looked at her.
"Well, there's nothing to do about it Tony, so blow it up."
"Suck it up, it's called suck it up," Tony corrected.
"Whatever," Ziva said and took the card from the receptionist and started to walk towards the elevator, Tony ran after her after a moment of growling quietly to himself.
When they entered they gave it an once-over glance and walked in. Eyeing the king-sized bed Tony said, "I'll take the couch, you can have the bed."
"Tony, we are adults; we can share a bed," Ziva said, "Especially a bed this big."
"You sure?"
"Of course I am sure."
Tony shrugged, "Okay."
"I am taking a shower and them I am going to bed," Ziva announced.
"Okay," Tony said and sat down on the bed. Ziva opened her suitcase and took out her toiletry before she went to the bathroom.
When Ziva had closed the door behind her Tony lay down and let out his breath. This was going to end badly. How could he possible sleep next to his way to sexy partner without doing anything in his sleep? It had been hard enough when they were undercover as assassins. But he could do it, right? He had done it then and then they had even pretended to have sex, and he had managed to keep himself in line. But back then they hadn't known each other for very long time and now they had been working together for four and a half years. This would end very badly.
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Twenty minutes later Ziva walked out from the bathroom. Tony turned his head to look at her but quickly realized it was a mistake, there she was, once again, in only a small white towel that only covered the essentials. Ziva's hair was almost black from the water and her brow eyes were clear. 'Come on' Tony thought.
"What?" Ziva asked.
'Oh shit, had he said that out loud?' "What?" Tony asked.
"You said something," Ziva said.
"No I didn't."
"I am pretty sure I heard you say 'come on'."
"I didn't."
"Yes you did," Ziva insisted.
"And what if I did?"
"So you are admitting that you said something?"
"No I'm not."
"Yes you were."
"Fine and what if I said something," Tony asked.
Ziva shrugged, "Nothing."
"Then why is it important what I said?"
"Because you were obviously saying it about me," Ziva said.
"Okay, fine, I said 'come on', because you are standing there in noting but a towel and looking really, really sexy, okay?" Tony said before thinking.
Ziva had earlier started to go through her suitcase but stopped abruptly and looked at him with big eyes. "Excuse me?"
Tony blushed and didn't meet her eyes.
"Tony?" Ziva said, "Look at me."
Tony slowly lifted his head to meet her eyes.
"Did you mean what you said?" Ziva asked.
"Yes," Tony mumbled, barely loud enough for Ziva to hear.
Ziva walked around the bed to stand in front of him, she put her hands left hand on his right shoulder and used her other hand to push his head up so he was looking at her again.
To him, her touch had been unexpected. He had thought that she would walk directly over to him and kick his butt, but instead her touch was soft and when he met her eyes he didn't see anger, he saw surprise and wonder.
When he was sure she wasn't going to kick his ass he became more confident and stood straighter. Their eyes were locked when he leaned in, very slowly, his mouth approaching hers. Right before their lips met he looked her in the eyes to gauge her reaction.
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This was the first chapter in my new FanFiction!
Tell me what you thought and tell me if you want me to continue!
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