I honestly thought I would never write another Navon!Neal fic, but I've been binging NCIS and it's brought some inspiration, especially now that I'm up to the Ziva years. Also, the idea of Tony and Neal knowing each other was irresistible. Both lived in New York and you can't tell me that DiNozzo Sr. and Adler didn't run in the same social circles. And why did NCIS and the CIA pick Tony to go undercover, when there are thousands of agents from dozens of other agencies they could have picked from? And thus, this fic was born.

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A friend of mine

Tony DiNozzo found who he was looking for swimming in a pool. He wasn't sure what it was with Mossad operatives and pools, but it seemed to be the place of choice for their agents to hold covert meetings.

"Ziva David?" Tony asked as he slipped into the pool. This time, he was actually dressed for it. Neal had already been swimming, bare chested in just a pair of swim trunks, so it was obvious he wasn't wearing a wire.

"What about her?" Neal asked as he kicked off for another lap. Tony dove under the water and surfaced near him.

"Is she who she says she is?"

The other man's lips quirked.

"You mean you don't already know?" He relented seeing Tony's look. "Her father is the Deputy Director. I doubt he will remain so for long, considering what his son did. I imagine that's why she was assigned to NCIS."

"She screwed up."

Neal smiled.

"Way worse than I did in Russia."

Tony laughed, but it was bitter and angry. "Yeah. Way worse. You only nearly got yourself killed. She nearly got everyone I know at NCIS killed. She got Kate killed."

Neal flinched at Kate's name. Until that moment, Tony had forgotten about the other man's troubles with a woman of the same name.

"I don't think I ever told you that story."

Tony smiled as he headed towards the edge to get his towel. He got when he came for. He knew there would be a full dossier on Ziva on his desk at home within the next couple of days. "You didn't have to."

"Don't you get bored?" the Israeli called after him when he had almost reached the doors. "You know, being retired?"

"I'm not retired. I work for NCIS."

He winked at the other man, before he turned and walked out the door. He could hear Neal laughing all the way into the locker rooms.