So I guess the story must go on. Thank you for all of you reviewed my last story that wanted more. Here all of you go, hope you like it because this one is not as good as the first one. I still like it just not as good. Read it first and tell me what you think. Please read 48° 51′ 24.12″ N, 2° 21′ 2.88″ E, aging first way this story makes since.

Disclaimer: I own a pink binder with a purple paper in front that has my name on it, with stickers, this purple paper is singed by Herschel Walker. The binder is full of notebook paper and I also own a purple pen that I can wright my rough draft for these stories but I do not own the TV show NCIS, its charters, or the quote below.

" Memories are away of holding

onto the things you love,

the things you are, and

the things you never want

to lose"

- anonymous

Tony close the file put it on the passenger set. He started his car and drove as fast as he could to Ziva's. Ziva just keep having flashbacks what happened last time they were in Paris. The room, the dinner, the couch, the wine, the bed, and the lie they have been keeping all these years.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a knocking on her door. Ziva did not need to look through the pep hole 12:30 at night tonight or any night to know it was Tony. She opened the door to let him in. He grabbed the file, that she had just finished reading off the table.

"Have you read this" he asked her in an embarrassed voice "yes" she said it silent but he herd her. "Do you want to go, if you go i'll go, if don't want to go I won't go either." Tony asked her that so many times he wonders if he sounds like a broken record to her. On cases or on missions, he says the same thing 'you stay i'll stay, you go i'll go.' Ziva spoke almost on the verge of tears " I don't know. Ever since I looked at those coordinates I keep on having flash backs. I don't want to a repeat or have a scare like last time." This time she was crying as she remembered the couple of days after they got came back from Paris the first time. Ziva had symptoms of being pregnant.

"Come here" Tony said as he hugged Ziva "you have a point" she looked up with red eyes and tear stain cheeks. He rub his thumb over her cheek to get a tear running down her face. " That is one bad memory about that time, what about the ones." "What do you mean Tony?" she asked frustrated, " The other flashbacks that you said you had, are these memories good or bad?" still hugging each other she pulled away and was processing what he just said. After a few minutes she Finally said "O. How about I tell you. Where do you want me to start?" she said sarcastically, but he played along even though he could tell she was being sarcastic " when we cheeked into the hotel." "OK" is all she said the took a seat on the couch, he sat right be side her. Then she started "OK, hotel cheek in, lets see...