A/N-This is my first NCIS fiction so don't be too cruel. The first part of this is set before Ziva comes to NCIS. Please review!

Ziva felt self conscious as she walked across the dance floor. Green dress, silver ten inch heels, down to the belly button cleavage. She hated the gear but what Mossad said, Ziva did.

She looked at the picture of the suspect on her phone. Anthony DiNozzo Sr. Suspected of the murder of another Mossad agent. Her mission-get close and personal. She shuddered at the thought. The man must be at least sixty!

She spotted him and moved in close to dance with him. "I'm trusting you're available for a dance?" She whispered in his ear before spinning him around.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "I'm available for more than that honey, if you wish?"

She shuddered inwardly. Did she really have to? "Oh, I do." She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and dragged him away from the dance floor.

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Tony's father approached her, smiling. "Ah, and you must be the beautiful Ziva. I think we may have met before?"

Tony's eyes darted between the two. When the hell would they have met before?

Ziva stared at Tony DiNozzo Sr in shock. Swallowing hard, she replied. "I think we may."