AN: Similar to "Alphabet Soup" in style but with a less rigid system. I will rotate using Jewish/Yiddish, Italian, and American proverbs all of them will be Tiva, but not in any logical order. The first quote is a blanket quote or the entire fic And the second quote is the actual proverb.

"Sooner or later we all quote our mothers." –Bern Williams

Proverb: Jewish. "A bird that you set free may be caught again, but a word that escapes your lips will not return."

"What are you worried for? He does not speak English. He is but a body guard. Now get me my weapons." Ziva's voice was authoritative and masked in a heavy Spanish accent as she spoke to the group of marines they were busting.

"Of course, I just need to go de-hydrate." The marine's tone could only be described as a slow drawl—clearly not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"I'm sure there's a big pile of sand somewhere." The words were out before Tony realized he's said them.

:.:.:.:

"Tony! Can you never be quiet! You almost got us killed!" She was furious. In fact, she was beyond furious. She was livid. Her amber skin had taken on a blotchy patchwork of red around here cheeks as she paced in the flashing blue and red spread by the ambulance lights and berated him. "I was to handle all of the talking and you were supposed to stand there. No words, but you just had to make some stupid reference to some stupid movie—"

"Hey now, Jarhead is a classic, and I'm sorry that the idiot Marine said he had to go "de-hydrate" it's a reflex Ziva. You know the thing that made you start Rambo-punching the rest of them!"

"My reflex saved our asses. Yours made them attack us."

"Well maybe next time you should take McGeek, or maybe you should try to let me work it out before you start punching them. Or maybe I should I don't know speak English like we discussed at the planning meeting." His face had turned an impressive shade of purple as he stood to face her.

"Tony, in Israel we have a saying. 'A bird that you set free may be caught again, but a word that escapes your lips will not return'. In Mossad, it is drilled into us. Never speak without thought. You should be able to adapt and control yourself."

"Well sorry, I'm not some steel butterfly who can do no wrong. Maybe you should have stuck to the plan instead of telling them I was only a hired gun."

"My story made them feel safer."

"Until you started punching them. Is there some Israeli saying about punches too?"

"Yes, punch first and hard." Her eyes were flinty as she dared him to challenge her.

"You made that up, and you lied to protect me." He fought fire with fire the acid in his voice making what was really a compliment into an insult.

"I did no such thing. I lied because it was better for us at the time."

"Now you're letting words go without thought. You forgot that there's no us without me. And pulling stunts like that gets people killed."

"I did not 'pull a stunt'!" She weighed her options in her head before deciding to concede this argument no matter how much it pained her. "Fine, I did it to protect you are you happy now? You pig. I admitted it."

"See, sweetcheeks, was that so hard. Admitting that you actually like me, and want to keep me around." He smiled as the color started to recede from her cheeks leaving them rosy.

"It was excruciating."

They bent in to kiss each other, but they heard the universal sign to knock it off from Gibbs. "Oi! You two done playing Grab assey yet?" To himself he muttered something about newly-weds and stupid fights.

AN: My case of Strep has turned into Scarlet Fever, and I want to pull my hair out. I'm going to be blotchy on the first day of school. Ugh. Anyway review please more to come soon. :)