For the first time I have completely finished a multiple chapter story before posting it. I would like thank surferdude who despite her annoyance with Vance read the first rough draft of this story. I took pity on her and send the full version to Vicky, who despite her very busy work schedule beta-read this one for me. It will contain 6 chapters. I am pretty content with it. So read, enjoy and leave a review.

Chapter 1

Vance and Ziva were sitting side by side in the airplane which was currently on route to Los Angeles. The Director was attending a conference and had requested that Agent David accompany him due to the fact that a lot of foreign dignitaries were going to attend and he needed a translator. And because Agent David spoke nine different languages the choice was easily made. This way he didn't need to get another one each and every time he was in a meeting with one of the attending agencies.

He found her to be good company. She didn't talk unless spoken to. He had agents accompany him often mostly because they were his protection detail. He also had some of them with him because he needed their skills for one of his jobs and right now he needed David for her uncanny ability to speak so many different languages. He didn't even want to know what she could do to those who were trying to harm him. He guessed her Mossad training prevented her from speaking without being told to by a superior officer in the room or in this case a plane. But maybe she didn't talk to him because he was the only connection to her father and he knew how wonderfully great they got along.

'Would you mind getting me something to drink, Agent David?'

'No sir, not at all'

She signaled the second agent that accompanied the Director and before he knew it she switched places and was heading towards the little kitchen area where the flight attendants prepared the drinks. She reappeared within minutes and placed an orange juice in his cup holder.

'Why did you bring me this?'

'Your wife'

'My wife?'

'Yes Director, your wife'

'Crap'

He saw David raising an eyebrow.

'What did she tell you?'

'You went back to work to soon after the whole bomb incident and serving you alcohol wouldn't be good for you'

'Did she give you instructions?'

'Yes'

'What were those?'

'To watch you like a hawk, to make sure you ate well, are well rested and to keep you safe.'

'Are you planning on doing so, Agent David?'

'Yes Director'

'Just as long as it doesn't interfere with my duties you may do so'

'She told me you would say that. However I have no intentions to interfere with your duties, Director. Just as long as you do as you are told.'

'Excuse me?'

'Your wife again, Sir. Apparently she gave you plenty of instructions which you should follow or else you are not allowed to ever leave the house ever again until you are fully recovered.'

'She covered all the angles, didn't she Agent David?'

'Yes Director, she did'

The rest of the flight was silent. Vance read up on several of the dignitaries and gave some of the Intel to David so she could be read in. As she was reading herself in she gave some pointers to him which he found extremely useful.

'You know some of them, don't you?'

'Yes'

'How?'

'I often accompanied my father to official gatherings, he used my languages skills to get a…' she paused for a moment 'heads up' Vance nodded so she knew she got that idiom right.

'I must confess I am doing the same'

'I know'

'I am just being honest with you'

'I appreciate that'

The conversation died down again and for the rest of the journey they were silent. Vance made a mental note to ask David on these trips more often. He liked her company. She didn't feel the need to flatter him to advance her career and when she did speak intelligent sentences came out. She also knew how to play the political game, hell she was probably even better at it then he was, she had been born and breed into this game. Eli trained her well, very well.

The first stop they made after the plane had landed was the NCIS; LA headquarters. Vance walked into Hetty's office; well it wasn't exactly an office but more of a corner with a desk in it and sat down. He was a little early due to Agent David's 'skilled' driving so he had some time to kill. He sat down and waited for Hetty to arrive. Ziva was not leaving his side and stood there quietly looking everywhere but at him.

'Agent David, you can relax now. I believe I am quiet safe here. You may stand down. Go and grab a bite to eat and report back to me in two hours when we are heading to the hotel we're staying at'

She didn't move.

'Agent David, did you not hear me?'

'Yes, however the last time a NCIS director told me to stand down I found her body in the desert not too far from here so if you will forgive me I choose not to obey such orders this time'

The clearing of a throat could be heard before Vance had a change to rebuke. Hetty stood there with a big grin on her face.

TBC….now you have read I would like to know what you think. So review.