Disclaimer: If I honesty owned NCIS, there would have been a TIVA in season 3. Also, NCIS would show on the same day, with all the season premieres starting the same day. That way, no one misses out.
Spoilers: This is post-judgment day.
Summary: Just what I think should have happened in the four (?) months while the team was split up. Either that or I dreamed it. Most probably the second one.
Rating: T-for now!!
Tony sat up. He was in a large, king-sized white bed. He looked over to his left. There lay Ziva, snoring gently. He touched her hair gently, and she stirred. Ziva opened her eyes and sat up.
"Good morning, Sweetcheeks," said Tony and he pecked her on the lips.
"Good morning, my little hairy butt," Ziva replied. Tony rolled his eyes and Ziva laughed. But it wasn't her usual soft laugh. The noise coming from Ziva's mouth was not right.
BEEPBEEPBEEP!! BEEPBEEPBEEP!! BEEPBEEPBEEP!!
Tony opened his eyes to the sound of his alarm's harsh beeping. 5:30 was too early. He closed them again, trying to remember the glorious dream he'd just had.
After a few moments of remembering, Tony gave up and jumped out of bed. He glanced at the calendar which told him that he still had two entire months left until he returned to DC with his new team. Whilst being promoted to team leader got him off the SS Ronald Reagan, his own team and a better paycheck, Tony was still worried that he wasn't cut out for the job.
Tony sighed and started getting dressed. No sooner had he done up the top button of his shirt did James Bird, his probie, call out to him.
"Hey Tony, you awake?" called James. Everybody in Tony's team was on a first name basis, "Jay is finished cooking breakfast."
Jay was short for Jayla Kesington, the team female. Tony had often compared her with Kate. They were very alike.
"Yeah, I'm ready," said Tony, stepping out of his room and into the hallway that led to the kitchen/dining room.
The house they'd been assigned to was small, but not too small. They each had their own bedroom, and there were two bathrooms, a kitchen/dining room, a lounge and a spare room that contained a bed, tech equipment, a safe and some other various objects. The neighborhood was quite nice, considering it was in was in Florence, Italy.
Tony walked into the kitchen/dining room (I'm just gonna call it a kitchen. Otherwise it's too long) and sat down at the table. Brent Taylor, his senior field agent, was already seated.
Jayla and James set the breakfast plates on the table and everyone started eating their portion of Jay's delicious scrambled eggs and bacon.
"We've gotta go do some surveillance on this guy today, alright guys?" said Tony after the table had been cleared. He picked up a file from the stage cabinet next to the table. He was referring to the arms dealer known as 'canon'.
"If he's going to do something next week, as predicted, then it'll be set up most likely today. We don't want a surprise."
Tony and his team left the house less than an hour later to do surveillance detail. They got great info on Canon.
When the team arrived back home, the door was slightly ajar, and the lights were on inside. Tony pulled out his SIG and motioned for the others to do so. Silently, they walked into the house and surrounded the suspect (who was lying on the couch with a magazine blocking their face) without actually walking in the room. At Tony's signal, the team jumped into the room with their weapons pointed in the direction of the suspect, who lowered the magazine.
Tony put away his firearm, motioning for the others to do the same. For there, sitting on the couch in a house in Florence, Italy, was Mossad Officer Ziva David.
Please R+R I really wasn't sure about this fic…