Okay, so this popped into my head when I was at the theatre today. It was a Hitchcock play, don't ask why it made me think of this. Not even I can see the connection.

It's all Tony's POV and takes place in Tel-Aviv, Ziva isn't on the team and Kate is mentioned to be alive, so it's obviously AU.

Also, it's like 1:30 in the morning right now and I just wrote this in a hurry so excuse any weird grammar or spelling because I nearly fell asleep while writing and even wrote in German for about 100 words before I realized that I switched laguages :P I'm weird like that

Oh, and it's probably going to stay a one-shot...just sayin'

Disclaimer: I'm tired and I'd love to have a banana milkshake right now...and NCIS isn't mine, by the way...

Chapter 1 - Warehouse

He moves silently through the darkness, gun drawn, all senses on alert. It is dark and there is no sound but his own ragged breathing, still he knows that he isn't alone. They are all around him, hidden in the shadows of the hundreds of boxes and containers surrounding him. He now knows that it has been a bad idea to follow up on the lead on his own, without telling his boss. Without any kind of backup. Suddenly he hears a noise and turns quickly, ready to shoot, just to find a rat disappearing in the narrow space underneath one of the containers. An annoyed sigh escapes his lips. He's never liked these little beasts. But then a shot rings through the air and he throws himself to the ground. The bullet only narrowly misses him.

From his lying position he finds it hard to orientate himself and the lack of light isn't helping him. He doesn't know where the shot came from, or whom for that matter, but he still points his gun to where he believes is South. He silently curses himself for not taking his cell phone with him before leaving the hotel. Now it will take much longer for his team to find him. If they even realize he is missing, that is. Who would check on him at 3 a.m. in the morning after all?

Another shot brings him back on high alert. It is farther away and he thinks he is safe for the moment. Trying not to make any noise he gets up and tries hard to remember which direction he came from. Everything looks the same, so he decides to trust his gut on that one. He heads towards one of the smaller boxes and climbs atop of it, hoping to get a better view and recognize something he's seen on his way in. No such luck. But he sees a small amount of light in the distance and jumps off the box to walk in its direction. Unfortunately his landing makes one hell of a noise and echoes throughout the giant warehouse.

He hears hushed voices speaking in a language that is foreign to him and still sounds eerily familiar. It sounds dangerous. What sounds even more dangerous is the close proximity the voices are in. He doesn't see another option than to run then. So he does. He zigzags between containers, hoping to confuse his followers, but they're fast and have more ammunition than him, obviously. His lungs threaten to burst at the lack of oxygen and he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up his sprint. Just when he's sure that he can't take another step without fainting, someone gets a hold on his arm and yanks him out of the way of another bullet. He wants to defend himself, but he simply can't. He's too exhausted from running for his life.

When the amount of black spots before his eyes finally ceases and his mind starts to clear somewhat, he sits up and leans his head against a wooden box. Only now does he start to wonder why he isn't dead yet. They surely wanted to shoot him, right? He feels someone's gaze on him and tries to focus on the dark figure sitting opposite from him.

"Who are you?" he asks with a still slightly shaky voice, not really expecting an answer since this isn't America and he doesn't even know if he's understood.

To his surprise it is a woman who answers him in accented English. "Your saviour."

"But I thought you wanted me dead?" he challenges, raising an eyebrow, even though she can't see him.

The woman laughs a throaty laugh, which sounds incredibly sexy to him, before answering. "If I wanted you dead, we would not be having this conversation right now."

"Right."

For a minute they sit in silence, listening for anything that could mean trouble, but when nothing happens she grabs his arm and pulls him to his feet with a strength he hasn't expected from a woman.

"Follow me", she whispers "I know a safe way out."

For reasons unknown to him he does indeed follow her without hesitation, blindly falling into place behind her. She is shorter than him, he realizes, which intrigues him even more. How can such a small person possess such strength?

"Why are you helping me?" he asks, partly because he's curious and partly because he wants to hear her voice again.

She seems annoyed when she answers. "Because we are, as you Americans like to put it, on the same side, yes?"

"I guess so."

"Then you have your answer." She lifts a heavy curtain and they enter a small, dimly lit room. "We are here."

After the almost complete darkness in the warehouse it still takes his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the new light situation before he can see properly again. And for the first time he actually sees who rescued him. She looks young, probably in her twenties, but her eyes seem older. Her hair is wild and curly and her tanned skin seems flawless. She is truly beautiful, he has to realize, even in the dark green cargo pants she is wearing. When she notices his eyes on her she turns to face him and tilts her head to the side.

"What?"

He's taken aback by the harsh edge her voice holds and suddenly his throat is really dry. "Nothing...", he mutters.

"You should get to your car without any problems if you leave through that door", she points out the door to him "and I trust you to find your way back to your hotel, yes?"

He narrows his eyes at her. "How do you know where my car is parked?"

She laughs again in that special way of hers that he already likes a bit too much and steps closer to him, invading his personal space. "I have been following you since the day you arrived in Israel", she states with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, really?" that wasn't what he has expected. "So what are you a stalker or something?"

"No. I am doing my job."

"And what is your job?"

"Getting information on certain people who might interfere with our missions", she explains and turns to walk to the centre of the small room.

"So what do you know about me so far?" He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at her.

"You are NCIS Special Agent Anthony D. DiNozzo, you work with Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Timothy McGee and Caitlin Todd. She has been to Tel-Aviv before, but for you it is the first time. Your mother died when you were eight and your father sent you away to a boarding school so he could have fun with women far younger than him. Later you studied at the Ohio State University and fell in love with your music teacher Wendy to whom you proposed later on, but she-"

He interrupts her then, not wanting to be reminded of that time. "Okay, okay, you can stop there I can see that you did your homework."

She sends him a smug smile and leans casually against a wall. "I bet Gibbs is already waiting for you."

"Yeah I should leave." He hesitates for a second before he walks past her to the door. With his hand on the handle, he turns to face her once more. "What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

He shrugs. "You know mine. It's only fair."

She seems to consider that for a moment before nodding her head once. "That seems plausible."

He sends her a bright smile. "So, what's your name then?"

"My name is Ziva. Ziva David." And with that she turns and leaves the small backroom. He doesn't realize that he's staring after her and smiling like an idiot.

Well, what do you think? It's kind of random, I know, but I'd still love some feedback, because if I feel like it I might as well continue this...but if I do it might take some time for the first update to come.

- MiRii