Greetings! I'm back with a new multi-chapter fanfic already! The response from "Back to You" was so great, that I got this one done in record time! The whole thing is written out already, so I'll just plan on posting one chapter per day.

I really hope you enjoy the start to this one.

Chapter 1:

"Where are you off to, DiNozzo?" Ziva asked with an eyebrow raised. A look of amusement crossed her face as Tony slung a backpack over his shoulder. After a long week working a case, the team was finally being let go, and Tony seemed to be in a hurry.

"Personal trip," Tony responded with a suspiciously cheesy smile as he stepped over to Ziva's desk, leaning over and placing a kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you in a couple days."

Tony and Ziva had been dating for about 6 months now. A few weeks after the bombing at NCIS and their subsequent time spent in an elevator together, they finally came to their senses and told each other how they felt. Almost immediately, Gibbs had confronted them about it, but he had been much more gracious and accepting than they had expected. Two headslaps later, and they were officially in a relationship.

"A couple days?" Ziva pressed further, confusion twisting upon her face.

Tony kept his lips pressed firmly together as he waltzed out of the bullpen while humming a tune that Ziva did not recognize. The elevator doors opened, and Ziva stepped in front of him, blocking his way. Tony's eyes met hers, burning with mystery and suspense. Before she could inquire further about what he was up to, he pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key, causing her to tilt her head in exasperation (although her smile was plain to see).

"A secret, hmm?" she clarified, rolling her eyes. "Well, have a nice trip." Before she could step aside, Tony pressed his lips to hers, then stepped onto the elevator.

He mouthed the words "Love you," just as the doors were closing. Tony chuckled to himself. If only she knew where he was going…

-.-.-

It was very, very hot in Tel Aviv, Israel. The sun was beating down mercilessly, and as soon as Tony stepped off the plane, he regretted wearing a long sleeve dress shirt.

After a quick taxi ride from the airport, he had finally reached his destination. Mossad headquarters loomed menacingly in front of him, and unpleasant memories of the place invaded his mind.

Tony shook his head and resolved himself to focus on his mission. Up the stairs, through security, down a hall, and finally, he was there. All that separated him from his goal now was a single door.

Finally, with a deep breath to steady himself, he knocked.

"Enter," a thick, accented voice commanded, and Tony obeyed. As the door swung open, the look of surprise and confusion on Eli David's face was priceless. "Agent DiNozzo," the director said, composing himself quickly. "What are you doing here? Is Ziva okay?"

Tony allowed himself to take a seat. Clearly Eli wasn't going to offer him one. However, his questions were valid. Tony's reason for being in Israel was not obvious, after all. At least to Eli, who had no knowledge of his relationship with Ziva, as far as he knew.

"Ziva's fine," Tony answered bluntly, feeling the anxiety come bubbling up in his chest. "I'm actually here to see you."

Eli's worry for his daughter quickly turned into annoyance with Tony. "What does your American agency need from me now?" he said, leaning back in his chair and staring at Tony impatiently. "Why could this not have been handled over the phone? You could have saved us both the time."

Tony's negative feelings toward the director of Mossad were starting to overwhelm him, but he reminded himself why he was here and pushed them back forcefully. "Listen, I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot—" Tony began, only to be interrupted by Eli.

"You killed one of MY agents," he reminded Tony, anger rising in his voice.

"Yeah, well I also rescued one," Tony shot back, his temper matching Eli's. "One that also happens to be your daughter," he added. Eli had nothing to say to that. "I'd like to think that we're even," Tony finished, staring hard into Eli's piercing eyes. They were the same as Ziva's, but there was something missing. They didn't have the warmth and comfort that hers had.

"Why are you in Israel?" Eli demanded again, leaning forward in an attempt to intimidate Tony. Unfortunately for him, Tony had come prepared for such a response, although he had hoped to be pleasantly surprised.

Tony didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a direct answer. Not yet. "I know you don't like me," Tony said, narrowing his eyes at the director while trying to stay composed.

Eli let out a humorless laugh. "That is an understatement—"

"But we do have one thing in common," Tony continued, acting as if Eli hadn't said a word. The office went silent for a moment, the two men locked in a staring match.

"And what might that be?" Eli finally gave in, asking the question with his jaw tightened and shoulders stiffened. He did not like being played, least of all by DiNozzo.

"We both love Ziva."

The tense silence of before returned, and Tony tried to remain unyielding as the seconds passed. An angry, yelling Eli David was something he could handle. A silent, unreadable one, however, was another story.

"Love," Eli practically spat, ending the moment of silence. The word somehow sounded disgusting and filthy on his tongue.

"Yes," Tony confirmed, meeting Eli's eyes again with confidence. Before the older man had a chance to respond again, Tony continued. "I'm in love with your daughter, and I came here to ask you for her hand in marriage."

That, apparently, was the last straw for the director of Mossad. In an instant, he was on his feet, nearly knocking his desk over as he stood. The man was practically snarling as he leaned over it, moving his face so that it was inches from Tony's.

"You will never marry my daughter," Eli hissed, slamming his hand into the table and turning away from the American agent. Moments passed as Eli began to pace the office angrily. "Get out," he said finally, his voice low. There was danger in his eyes.

Tony stood, concealing the fear he was feeling. But, he had never had a very good sense of self preservation. It was one of his defining traits. So, he dared to poke the bear again. "She loves me, you know," he said coolly.

"GET OUT!" Eli shouted, louder this time.

Shaking with anger and frustration, and probably adrenaline as well, Tony turned and made his way swiftly to the door, turning only at the last second to the man he had travelled so far to see. He held the door open and stood in the doorway as he said his last words to Eli David. "I came here out of respect for you as her father. We don't need your approval. Whether you like it or not, Ziva and I will get married. Sooner or later, it will happen. And your involvement with us and with our future children—your future grandchildren—is entirely dependent on your response now."

The seconds passed, and Eli's answer became clear. "Out."

With that, Tony turned and slammed the door. He rushed down the steps and out of Mossad, with at least the satisfaction of getting a rise out of the director of Mossad. If he didn't accept his daughter's choices, that was fine. He was perfectly okay with cutting Eli David out of his life and the life of his family.

"DiNozzo!" a voice shouted, stopping Tony in his tracks. He swirled around to see Eli marching toward him angrily. "I will not tolerate being spoken to in the manner you have," he yelled as he came nearer, fists clenched tightly. "How DARE you come into my office and threaten to take my family away from me? How dare y—"

In the span of a single second, the world descended into chaos. Time seemed to slow down. A shadowy figure was lurking in a corner, and almost as soon as Tony spotted it, there was a gunshot. He knew what he had to do. With a shout of "GET DOWN!" he leapt in front of Eli while drawing his own gun. He managed to pull the trigger as he felt a bullet dig into his chest. Blood. Pain. Shouting.

And then…darkness.

I seem to enjoy leaving off with a cliff hanger in which Tony passes out…maybe I have a type.

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Thanks for reading!

~NCIS Obsession