It was this beautiful morning. Anthony DiNozzo took a sip of his coffee walking down unhurried a crowed street. The air was hot and noises of a foreign language surrounded him. Clearly one could tell that this very handsome man wasn't in Washington DC. Far away from home he made a quite bold choice. It started when he opened a letter from an old acquaintance two weeks ago. There was nothing but a plane ticket to Jerusalem and a short note in it. "See you in two weeks. Don't tell anyone. The two of us would get in trouble".
Yeah right, trouble? Because the Mossad wouldn't be pleased to get to know that the Kidon team leader Malachi Ben-Gidon was planning to spend a few days with oh-so-famous-and-hated Anthony DiNozzo. The man that killed one of their own a few years ago. Also Tony would get into a massive amount of trouble once his fearless leader Gibbs would discover him clubbing with the man, who once tried to take Ziva away from the team.
Seriously, this whole arrangement was insane. But that's just the essence of very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. He is insane. The wildcard that screws up when it comes to relationships. His worst fear actually was Ziva figuring out that he just lied to everyone in order to go clubbing in Israel with Malachi. Hell, she would went nuts hearing the news. Malachi was her old partner. He is her new partner. It's like the current boyfriend going on vacation with the ex-boyfriend of a woman.
Against all odds, here was. Anthony DiNozzo. In Israel, alone on vacation without any of his friends knowing about it.
For a short second he was tempted to rethink his vacation plans. Could this be a trap? What if the Mossad is still pissed and wants him dead? A million thoughts were running through his mind, but the rush and ecstasy of fear, danger, hot Israeli ladies and the burning sun was dominating his mind, eliminating his sanity.
Basically all of this was a distraction from the fact that Ziva was half-engaged to Special Agent Ray Cruz. CI-Ray? What and idiot! He gave her an empty ring box claiming that this would be a promise. Stupid promise! Ridiculous.
Sometimes DiNozzo wished he would be able to just yell at her for being that naïve, but after the whole Rivkin-tragedy that would be more than just inappropriate.
Anyway, here he was in some crowed street in Jerusalem, disoriented and waiting for Malachi Ben-Gidon. Malachi was just a hot, big, muscular, dark, attractive man, who happens to be the head of the most deadly unit in the world. Of course the ladies were chasing after him. Tony was aware of the fact that he could never live up to these qualities. But certainly he had his own way of making the ladies hot. His looks weren't dark, but extremely liked by women. There was something about his smile, his eyes and attitude that turned a lot of ladies into horny, brainless chicks. It's innate. Probably his genes are very productive. But still he had no children. No wife. No family but his friends at NCIS and of course his father, who has recently stepped back into his life. It was complicated. He was an emotional wrack. Successful when it comes to his job, but the rest always turns out to be a disaster.
Suddenly Anthony felt a warm hand on his shoulder. The "sexmachine" didn't expect this to happen so he turned around, shocked and ready to fight.
"Oh my god DiNozzo. Don't be such a girl!"
Malachi faced him with a huge grin on his lips. His eyes went up and down Tony's body checking what he was wearing.
"You are not serious about your outfit, right?", he uttered amused.
Anthony was a huge fan of aloha shirts. This is a result of his "fangirling" over Magnum PI.
"What? It's classic and the ladies love it."
Tony received a "man-hug" from Malachi. The American simply couldn't understand why people keep mocking him for his colourful, Hawaiian chemises. Once he went to LA with Ziva she was sceptical about his "vacation-look" as well.
"DiNozzo believe me; no. The ladies are going to laugh at you, if you keep wearing it all day.", Malachi said still amused. He simply couldn't help it. Somehow the fearless leader of the kidon admired Tony's silliness. The dark, rouge Mossad assassin is surprised by his own reaction. He is not annoyed, but highly entertained at this moment.
"Well I am convinced you have never watched Magnum PI because otherwise y…"
"Oh come on do you really think I have time to watch DVDs or whatever? You are familiar with the circumstances I live in, right? I am a nomad. Travelling the world for my…firm.." the Israeli explained while carrying Tony's big suitcase down the street to a big, fancy hotel. Of course the professional Mossad operative would never mention that he is Mossad in public. You never know who observes you.
"Yes your "firm" should pay you better. Ok you get to travel with hot girls, but never being able to just go to your home after work sounds depressing." answers DiNozzo.
He is a person, who appreciated the opportunity to be capable of coming home almost every night. Especially after his time as an agent afloat he fell in love with the lifestyle of a settled agent. A little stunned by the luxury hotel they were just checking in he followed his new "bud" to a hotelroom.
"Wait a sec. We are staying in the same room?" he shouted appalled.
"The beds are separate. Two single beds. Don't be silly. This room is quite expensive. Couldn't afford a second one and the alias I am using right now is just working for a firm that produces sanitary tampons. So my alias Mister Benjamin Weinstein isn't a rich man.", Ben-Gidon told him randomly.
The NCIS-Agent stood there for a second too stunned to answer: "Sanitary tampons? That is… oh my god you Mossad people really need some expensive psycho-therapy or something. Are you really using aliases on vacation?"
Malachi glanced at him. One could just easily recognise that there was a certain amount of incomprehension in his eyes: "You aren't using an alias? That is suicide!"
"Suicide? Sorry, but I have nothing to hide and barely enemies. Ok… maybe a few of my ex-flings would want to see me dead… or those people I imprisoned ….maybe even a few terrorists wane see me beheaded for being responsible of the destruction of their precious terror camp, but that's nothing compared to YOUR massive amount of enemies."
While talking Tony realised that Malachi might be right, but he buried that thought and tried to let loose.
"Right. Because you're so loveable and innocent DiNozzo." Malachi started laughing a little bit. Tony's personality was refreshing. He kind of started to get why Ziva was so into him.
Abruptly he unzipped Tony's suitcase and took out a classic, white chemise.
"Well Tony you should wear THIS…at least Ziva told me once that a man can never do anything wrong with a white chemise and a fitting pair of jeans.", the Officer suggested.
Malachi knew exactly what to say in order to manipulate Tony. Persuasion was one of his specialties and walking next to a guy in a ridiculous aloha shirt was too embarrassing for the proud Israeli man. Ziva was the key to Tony's insecurity. Secretly the whole Mossad knew how Tony felt about Eli David's daughter. It was so obvious that it hurt. There was no need for psycho-analytical training to realise what was going on in the half-Italian's head.
Frankly Malachi's reference to Ziva's clothing preferences for men worked quite effectively.
Anthony grabbed the shirt without questioning his choice for a moment, put it on and responded:
"If you say so. I hope we will meet some pretty girls that look like Liat. I mean… she is a little, bitchy minx, but very sexy. Personality does not matter tonight." Tony's hopes were clearly defined. He wasn't in Jerusalem to get to know the love of his life, he was there for pure pleasure, but also for distraction.
Certainly Officer Ben-Gidon figured what was Tony's intention behind their trip. It was not about the sex. It was about having sex with an Israeli girl just like Ziva.
In order to get a confirmation of his theory on Tony's actual intentions he kept digging:
"Or Ziva… I mean, she's pretty right DiNozzo?"
Tony hesitated for a moment. Evidently he wasn't sure how to respond since this was Malachi , Ziva's old partner.
"Yeah maybe. Yes….I….yes she is pretty. But you know….not my type…" he lied.
Ben-Gidon started laughing loudly.
This was just hilarious.
"What! Stop laughing. I am serious!"
"Riiiiiight. Sure… I won't continue."
Malachi made efforts to stop laughing, but he started over and over again, which left Tony pissed and not amused.
"Gosh I am going to take a shower Mister Sanitary-Tampon-Production…." Tony murmured angrily and entered the bath room, slamming the door.
With a huge sigh he leaned against the solid marble wall that just fitted perfectly into the luxury bath paradise. The handsome man had his eyes closed looking all desperate and sad.
All of this because of Ziva David. It's always her. Her, her, her…. Ziva, Ziva, Ziva.
His obsession with her was plain annoying and affected him on so many levels.
Of course he knew Malachi was right about his intentions concerning his little get-away. But actually being confronted with it was very discouraging.
His actual plan was: Ladies, sun, fun, alcohol.
But it ended up just being all about Ziva. And it was about to get even worse….