Hello, I'm back again. I'm going to try and write a lot over break, so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. I've had this idea in my head for awhile, and I'm eager to write them. So, to those of you who will read this, I hope you like/love it. Or whatever you choose.

This first one is Come Fly With Me.

Come Fly With Me

Through the throngs and crowds of people, a solitary man sat in the middle of Dulles airport. He leaned in the chair, thin papers in hand. He swiftly flicked the top one, exposing the second. With a sigh, he placed the boarding passes down. He checked his phone once again. No new messages. His guest had about 45 minutes to get to the gate, and the man had been waiting for two hours. He went through his contacts, found the number, and called once more. Straight to voicemail. With exasperation, he closed the phone and placed it back in his pocket.

Tony DiNozzo picked himself up, slung his pack over his shoulder, and moved through the crowds. As he passed through the terminal, he noticed the other people around him. A family of four waiting anxiously for their plain to Florida, an elderly couple walking through the doors toward baggage, and the many customers going in and out of the stores. After his second loop of the terminal, he noticed something he didn't expect to see.

As he approached, his assumption was correct. He watched, somewhat amused, as the woman with crazy, wild locks yelled at a flight attendant behind the desk. The dark haired woman threw her hands up, turned on her heel but then stopped. She caught Tony's eye as he waved.

"Well well, Ziva David. I thought you were leaving this morning."

She rolled her eyes, meeting him. "I intended to. But my flight was delayed. Something about too much snow, and one of the parts in the plane is not functioning correctly. I have been here since 6 am."

He watched as she began more and more exasperated.

"And that…that woman now tells me that I will not be able to get out of here until tomorrow morning. Which is not acceptable. I would have threatened her but…"

Her partner chuckled at this, to which she replied with a swift punch to the shoulder. He let out a 'woof' of air, grabbing onto his shoulder.

"I know you're not too pleased," he heaved, "but don't take your anger out on me."

She chuckled. "I am sorry, Tony. By the way, what are you doing here?"

They began to walk the terminal, both of them in step with the other. "I'm going away for the holidays. Peru."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, who wants to be alone on the holidays?"

She looked at him, puzzled. "But I thought you were going to Peru by yourself."

"Zee-vah, didn't anyone ever tell you its in poor taste to insinuate things?"

She scoffed, "Well then, who are you going with?"

"I planned on going with my father. Ya know, a little bonding time. His suggestion. But of course, Senior still hasn't showed."

"I'm sorry, Tony. But you never know, he may still show up. And if he doesn't…well, you should still go. You need a vacation. You should enjoy yourself."

"Look at that," he stated, giving her a light nudge "two contractions in one sentence. You're doing well, grasshopper."

She smiled and laughed, something he truly enjoyed. She had always been able to assimilate nicely, and she wasn't wasting any time getting into the 'Miss America' groove. She was more relaxed, more caring.

The pair continued to walk, listening to the sounds of airport monitors and families chatting. Suddenly, Tony stopped and said something she didn't expect.

"Go with me."

She stopped and turned toward him. "What?"

"Come on Ziva, go to Peru with me."

Her eyes bore into his, dark brown mixing with sea green. "You are not joking."

"Why would I joke about something like that?" he questioned with a shrug. "I mean, come on. Who are we kidding my dad isn't going to show. He's probably still in some hotel, enjoying champagne and mooching off of old friends. And like you said, you're plane isn't going anywhere anytime soon."

"Tony, we can't. I told my friend I'd meet him."

"So, call him and tell him your plane is delayed and you weren't able to make other arrangements."

"No. Besides, all of my things are packed for cold weather."

"So, we can buy you stuff when we get there. And for now, we can just get you stuff from the gift shops in the airport."

She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Tony,"

"Alright, well we won't buy you things here. But like I said, we can get you stuff there. Come on Ziva. I'd hate to think that I'm on a plane heading to Peru while you're waiting for a flight that might not come."

She bit her lip and looked down to the floor, thinking about things.

"Please Ziva? I know it wouldn't be where you planned on going. And I know I'm not one of the main people you'd like to spend the rest of your holidays with. But…please? I promise you that you'll have a good time."

"You're wrong Tony. Yes, my plans are a bit shaken up,"

"Mixed up."

"Whatever. But…" she took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his once again "you are one of the few people I would truly enjoying the holidays with."

"So that's a yes?" He questioned.

She smiled, "That's a yes."

The pair turned, walking back toward their designated gate. As the partners flew off to Peru to enjoy the rest of their holidays, no one bothered to check the missed calls they gained. Or the voicemails and texts they avoided. And when the system of Dulles announced that Flight 1634 was no longer delayed, the two were too set on their destination-and maybe each other-to care.

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