Hi, so I haven't written anything in a while but had this idea that wouldn't leave me alone. It's going to be several chapters, at least 5 that I have planned out. I will try to update when I can, but I did just get a job. Happy reading!

I unfortunately do not own NCIS, but i do have a dog named Gibbs ;)

Ziva David sat in the Tel Aviv airport waiting for her flight. The twenty year old had been informed the week prior that she was being assigned as a liaison to the American CIA's antiterrorism task force. Tired of the atmosphere, Ziva had welcomed the change. While never having been to the United States before, she was intrigued by the idea of a change of scenery.

The harsh Hebrew voice on the loudspeaker informed her that her flight to Washington, D.C. was now boarding. The only part of her transfer she was dreading was the long flight due to Mossad's starch spending limit causing her to travel economy class. She just prayed the occupants of the adjacent seats were tolerable.

Ziva found her window seat silently celebrating that she would not have passengers on both sides of her. She was gazing out the window wondering what her new job would be like when she noticed the seat beside her was about to be occupied. A handsome young man was making his way down the aisle of the plane eyeing the seat next to her.

When he made it to his seat, the man stowed his carry-on in the overhead compartments and sat down. He glanced quickly at the women sitting beside him and then took a double-take when he noticed her beauty. Ziva noticed him staring at her and gave him a quick smile, thinking this flight looks promising after all. As the flight took off, the two stole quick glances at each other until the man finally spoke up and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Tony," he said sticking out his hand for her to shake.

Giving him a smile and shaking his hand Ziva said, "Shalom, my name is Ziva."

"So I take it you're leaving home and not returning like me?" The man, Tony, questioned her.

Ziva just gave a nod to him. She sat their analyzing him. He seemed nice enough, perceptive to her nationality, and was not bad looking either. If anything, he will at least making the flight interesting she thought. To keep the atmosphere light, she asked, "So what were you doing in Tel Aviv?"

"I was here on business actually," Tony replied. "I work for NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigative Service. I had to meet with Mossad about an operative of theirs in our jurisdiction that's been causing us some problems."

Ziva was surprised that she had not seen him around Mossad for how much time she had spent there the last few days getting everything finalized for her transfer. She was aware of a certain Ari Haswari that had been on a recovery mission in Washington.

"What about you? Why are you leaving home?" Tony asked genuinely interested.

"Making a new one in America, I have never been before," was all Ziva said cryptically. She did not think it was in her best interest to tell this newly met person, even if he is a federal agent, of her line of employment. Tony, respecting her privacy, left the question alone.

Instead of pursuing the topic more, he just commented saying, "Well now you at least have one friend in DC."

Ziva gave him a hopeful smile and turned to look out the window. Tony took that opportunity to pull out his laptop to check his email with the on-plane wifi. Ziva looked over and saw that the background of his laptop was a picture of him with a little girl of maybe four years. "Is that your daughter?"

Surprised, Tony looked at her and chuckled a little. "No, how old do you think I am? She's my baby sister."

Slightly embarrassed by her assumption, Ziva stuttered, "Oh, I am sorry, it is just she looks exactly like you."

"Nah, it's all good. I actually get that a lot. She's actually only my half-sister. My dad likes to sleep around. Trust me, I'm not a huge fan of his. Anyway, five years ago he knocked this girl up and she didn't want the baby and my dad has no spine and was gonna give the baby up for adoption. Long story short, I wasn't about to let that happen so I said I'd take care of her," Tony had no idea why he was telling this women he had just met his life story. He just felt this strong connection with her and had immediate trust for her.

Ziva was taken aback by his story. She did not expect him to be that caring of a person. She had a completely different perception of him now. "What is her name?"

"Kenzie. She's four. Want to see more pictures?" he asked happy to brag about his baby sister. Ziva smiled and eagerly accepted.

For the rest of the flight the two discussed random topics ranging from Tony's sister to hobbies to commenting about the other passengers. The pilot announced that they were about an hour from landing when Tony asked, "You know, you kinda avoided my question earlier about what you're doing in DC."

"You noticed," Ziva said laughing. Just a handful of hours before she had not felt comfortable telling him her occupation, but after talking with him throughout the entire flight, she now did not feel the same hesitation. "I am actually a Mossad Officer. I am being assigned to the anti-terrorism at the CIA."

Tony was really surprised by this new information. He had not pegged Ziva as a federal agent, let alone a Mossad officer. "How old are you? Are you even old enough?"

"Maybe not in your country, but I am 19," Ziva said with a smirk. "I cannot imagine that you are much older yourself."

"No, you're right I guess. I'm only 22. My neighbors growing up both work at NCIS and were able to help me get a job there right out of college. One's the director and the other is now my boss," Tony said with a chuckle.

"That is very nice of them," Ziva commented.

"Yeah, they were more like the parents I never had," Tony said solemnly.

"What about your mother. You have not mentioned her."

Tony had a dark look fall onto his face. "She, um, she died when I was nine."

Ziva was not expecting that and immediately felt bad for bringing up the obviously painful memories for him. "I am sorry to hear that. My mother also died when I was young."

Tony gave a grim nod acknowledging her news. Ziva was not sure why she had told him about her mother. Aside from the people that had known her family at the time, she had never told anyone about her mother. This man she had just met was leaving a strong impact on her and she just hoped this would not be the last time she saw him.

As their flight started its decent into Washington, Tony and Ziva exchanged business cards each telling the other to keep in contact. As soon as the flight was on the ground and passengers were allowed to make calls, Tony called his sister to tell her he was home.

As Ziva was gathering her things, she overheard Tony's conversation. "Hey sweetie…yeah I'm back in the US…I'll be home as soon as I can I just have to get my suitcase…can you tell Gibbs that I will pick you up in a half hour? Love you, Kenzie, I'll see you very soon."

Tony hung up his phone and turned to see Ziva staring at him with a grin on her face. Tony could not help but grin back. Together they made their way to the baggage claim area. With a final goodbye, they split ways as Ziva went to get and taxi and Tony went to get his car from wear he had parked it. One way or another, these two were going to ensure that this was not the last time they saw each other.

Let me know what you think or if you have any suggestions!

Thanks for reading

Twin1