Israeli Holiday
Chapter 1
A/N: Well here we go, folks! It's taken quite a while but here is the sequel to Waking up in Vegas. I apologize for taking so long. I said I would write this over my semester break and here it is at the end of the break and I'm just now beginning it. Oh well, better late than never I guess!

When the alarm on the bedside table began to buzz, Tony cursed every deity that he could think of. He reached over and slapped the offending machine making it regret its decision to make noise.

"There is no need to be violent," Ziva mumbled.

Tony smirked. "This coming from the woman who threatened to kill me with a paperclip." He leaned over, wrapped his arm around her waist and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Good morning."

"Good morning my Little Hairy Butt," she responded, rolling onto her back and kissing him firmly on the lips.

Tony's hand travelled down Ziva's side, his fingertips ghosting across her skin before finally coming to rest against her hip. He squeezed the flesh there causing Ziva to moan lightly. His lips attacked hers, his tongue tracing along her bottom lips until she granted him access. Suddenly he rolled on top of her and began kissing down her neck.

"Tony," Ziva groaned. "Tony we don't have time."

Tony's head popped up. "You don't want me?" he asked gracing his fingers over her sex.

Ziva moaned and grabbed his wrist. "You know I want you," she kissed his lips slowly, "but we have to get to the airport or we will miss our flight."

Tony's head dropped in defeat. "Are you sure we have to go? I mean, what if we just hid out here for two weeks? I'm sure we could find some way to entertain ourselves." He attempted to move his hand again but was once again restrained.

"Yes we have to go." Ziva pushed his hand away and climbed out of bed. They had decided last night that it would simply be easier for her to stop at her place, pack what she needed and stay at Tony's for the night. Finally finding her bag, she searched through it for a moment before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. A few moments passed before the sound of rushing water was heard as Ziva stepped into the shower.

Tony continued to lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, while his partner—scratch that—while his wife was in the shower getting ready for their 16 hour flight to Israel. Where Tony would be forced to confront his father-in-law and explain to the head of the world's scariest intelligence agency how he had gotten his daughter drunk and then married her. This was bound to be a fun day. Reluctantly he climbed out from beneath the covers and began gathering his things for the trip from hell.

"The shower is all yours," Ziva announced as she returned to the room with a large towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair.

"Very nice," Tony purred as he approached her. He planted a quick kiss to her lips before he too disappeared into the bathroom. When he emerged a mere ten minutes later the room was empty. He threw on a pair of jeans and a green polo, packed the rest of his bag and set off to find his wayward wife. "Ziva?"

"In here," she called from the kitchen meeting Tony in the doorway with a cup of coffee.

"You are too good to me," he thanked her, dropping his bag by the front door next to hers and taking the cup.

"I know," she smiled continuing to drink her coffee. A comfortable silence settled over them as they sat at Tony's kitchen table drinking their coffee. Glancing down at her watch Ziva stood and washed her mug before placing it in the drying rack. "The taxi will be here any moment," she said reaching for her jacket.

Groaning Tony copied her actions and followed her out the front door. The pair grabbed a taxi a few minutes later and proceeded on their way to Dulles.

TIVA

"I don't understand why there isn't a direct flight from Washington to Tel Aviv," Tony complained. Ziva just rolled her eyes as he continued to whine. They were currently in the Philadelphia International Airport after their connecting flight from D.C. There was a two hour layover between their flights which left just enough time for Tony to get bored and Ziva to feel antsy.

"I don't know Tony," she answered.

Tony took a large bite of his pretzel and smiled. "I love that you've started using contractions." He motioned to the pretzel in his hands. "Want a bite?"

Ziva looked at the offering and waved her hand. "No thank you. I will never understand why you choose to put mustard on a pretzel. That completely ruins it."

"That's how they eat it here in Philly," Tony informed her. "Oh and speaking of," he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cylindrical object wrapped in tin foil. "For m'lady."

Ziva took the proffered object with hesitation feeling its warmth against her palm. "What is it?"

"A gift," Tony said ominously. "Open it."

Pulling the foil sides apart slowly Ziva smiled when the wonderful aroma hit her senses. "Mmm," she crooned, "Philly cheese steak, my favorite. Toda Tony."

"Prego."

Nearly two hours later, El Al flight 1841 was taxiing down the runway and taking to the air. Tony and Ziva were seated comfortably in their first class accommodations, on Director David's dime, as they prepared for the 16 hour flight ahead of them.

"You should really try to get some sleep," Ziva said as she flipped through her book.

"Well that is easier said than done sweetheart," Tony said adjusting himself in the seat once again. "I just woke up a few hours ago. There's no way I'm going to be able to sleep now." Ziva didn't acknowledge him as she continued to flip pages in her book. "You know," he said lying a hand on Ziva's thigh, "you could help tire me out."

"Tony," Ziva shut her book and looked at him pointedly, "do you think that every time we are on an airplane that we will end up having sex?"

"It wouldn't be a bad thing," Tony laughed.

Ziva leaned over and kissed him. "I wouldn't get your hopes up."

Tony groaned in frustration. "You are a tease," he said. Reluctantly he rifled through his bag and pulled out his latest copy of GSM. When the plane touched down in Tel Aviv that same magazine lay against his chest as Tony dozed soundly. As the wheels collided with the tarmac he jolted awake and looked around.

"Good morning," Ziva smiled.

"Morning?" Tony asked rubbing a hand over his tired face.

"It is 10:21 local time," she informed him.

"Oh." Tony stretched in his seat feeling the muscles in his back scream at the stress. "This is going to be a long day isn't it?"

Ziva laughed. "It is difficult to adjust to the time change. You will be fine by tomorrow."

"Good to know, but I was referring to meeting your father." This earned him a sharp elbow to the ribs as the pilot came over the speaker to announce their arrival at Ben-Gurion airport. Fifteen minutes later they emerged into the airport, bags slung over their shoulders.

"So are we getting a car or—"

"Ziva!"

Ziva stopped dead at the sound of her name but the face she saw was a comforting one. "Adar," she smiled trading a friendly hug with the man in front of her. "I take it you are here to pick us up?"

"Ken," he responded eyeing the man standing next to his friend. "Agent DiNozzo I presume?"

"You presume correctly," Tony said offering his hand which Adar shook firmly.

"Your father has requested your presence at headquarters as soon as you land."

Ziva sighed. "Of course he has. Let's go then."

Adar led them outside where a black SUV with government plates was parked. Tony and Ziva climbed into the back while he sat behind the wheel. As they pulled away from the busy airport Ziva reached over and grasped Tony's hand. He squeezed hers back and smiled at her.

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