Title: A French Reunion
Summary: What if during Jetlag, Tony and Ziva bumped into a certain French
doctor?
Warnings: Jeanne. I reckon she warrants a warning. I hate her just a tiny bit
less than Michael Rivkin and Eli David. But here I made her quite likeable,
and you almost feel sorry for her and I am still not sure why I did that.
Authors note: Thanks to OlivaDinozzo. I owe you one

Chapter One

Ziva and Tony were at a quiet little café in Paris, France, on their way to
the airport to escort a witness, Nora, home to her fiancé. Ziva had needed a
bathroom break, and when she had finished she found Tony had ordered coffee
and muffins, insisting on soaking up the French atmosphere for the last time.

But Ziva didn't mind, she had enjoyed her time with Tony in Paris, and
wasn't really ready to go home yet. So when she spotted Tony at a table on
the street, she happily sat down, reaching for her latte he had ordered.

"Aahh Paris, the city of love, quiet the place hey Ziva?" Tony asked,
raising an eyebrow and smirking before taking a bite of his muffin. "Hey…
this isn't chocolate chip!" Tony moaned and spat the remaining bits, half
digested out. "It's hazelnu-" before he could finish he started to
choke.

Ziva laughed and was about to tell him to quit the complaining when he started
clenching at his throat and his face turned bright red. Ziva hurried to his
aid, but was too late. Tony had broken out into hives and was on the ground,
suffering from anaphylaxis.

Ziva grabbed her phone and called for an ambulance and within minutes she was
in the ambulance holding his hand, on the way to the hospital.

The ride felt like forever and Ziva had struck up a conversation with the cute
French paramedic, "It will be okay, Miss," he assured her in his thick
accent, "We have ze best doctor. She spent a few 'ears in America, but
returned home after some idiot lied and broke 'er heart." Just then the
ambulance doors opened. The paramedic continued, "Ziva David, meet Doctor
Jeanne Beniot"