A/N: hello persons reading this story. this is my latest addition to the clutter on my laptop that is titled NCIS. I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I can lay claim to everything that involves NCIS... no I can't. I'm going to go cry in the corner now. Oh wait! I own the serial killers in all my stories, I feel better now.

"Good morning, Tony," Ziva chimed as she walked into the bullpen Monday morning.

"No it's not," Tony grumbled, shaking his head, which rested in his hands.

"What did you do now, Tony?"

"A better question would be what didn't I do."And the answer would be you,he thought. He had been up all of last night, dreaming of Ziva and the various things he could do to her to make her scream his name. He didn't really know why but she seemed to be the center of his dreams. Nothing had happened between them; nothing more then usual anyway.Maybe that's why you keep invading my dreams, because you aren't filling my reality. Tony looked across the bullpen to Ziva, almost immediately regretting it. She had her hair up in a tight ponytail, and she had chosen to wear a billowing, loose fitting shirt and her usual cargo pants to work that day.

"Why?" He moaned to himself, letting his head fall onto his desk with a loud thud.

"Are you sure you are okay, Tony?"

"He better be because we got another case," said Gibbs, swooping into the bullpen holding his signature coffee. "Where's McGee?"

"Down with Abby," Tony answered without lifting his head from his desk.

"Call him then go home and pack your bags, you're going to Florida."

"Really?" asked Tony, immediately perking up. An image of Ziva in a skimpy bikini flashed past his vision.

"Are you coming, Tony," Ziva called from the elevator, cutting through his daydream.

"Right behind you." He grabbed his bag and the file Gibbs was holding, making it into the elevator just as the doors closed. "So, what do you say to a little sunbathing?"

"We are going away for work, Tony. This is not a vacation."

"Who says we can't make it into one," he said, examining the file in his hands. "According to this we're going to get there two days before our target."

"That is so we can canvas the area and get to know the locals, not sit in the sun."

"We could do both," he said, feeling a little less confident then he was five minutes ago.

"Fine, Tony, if you really want to sunbathe the we will sunbathe." She stepped out of the elevator, leaving a slightly stunned Tony behind.

Ziva looked out her front window when she heard a car honk outside. She saw Tony's car double-parked in front of the building. She opened the window and stuck her head out.

"What are you doing here?"

"You almost ready?" Tony called up to her, leaning over the passenger seat.

"I was not expecting a chauffeur," she yelled back.

"Well you got one. Now hurry up, we got to pick up McGeek too. He is expecting a ride." Ziva smiled to herself and ducked back inside, grabbing her bags before quickly making her way down stairs. Tony's mouth went dry as she walked outside. She had on a sheer, flowery blouse with a matching wrap skirt. He could faintly make out the bra and shorts she was wearing underneath. She threw her suitcase in the back seat, oblivious to Tony's awe, before climbing into the front seat, resting her small carry on beg in her lap.

"You remember your gum and magazines for once?" Tony asked, snapping out of his trance as he pulled away from the curb.

"I have gum, but I plan on sleeping for the whole trip. Plus the magazines I ordered are not here yet."

"Oh," he muttered. He had been looking forward to talking with her on the flight.

"So you offered McGee a ride but not me?"

"No, he asked me to give him a ride, and I said yes. Figured you would want one too."

"Why thank you, Tony," she smiled over at him as he stopped in front of McGee's apartment. Tony honked the horn and a few seconds later McGee appeared in the doorway, carrying an over sized suitcase.

"We're not even going to be gone for a week, McGoo, how much stuff do you need," Tony said over his shoulder when McGee got in the car.

"I'm just being prepared," McGee said in an annoyed voice.

"For what, a natural disaster?" Tony laughed, easing the car back into mid-day traffic.

"Be nice, Tony," Ziva said, patting his shoulder. "We do have to spend most of the next week with him."

"Yeah," he grumbled. They drove the rest of the way in silence; both Ziva and McGee were studying the case file while Tony drove to the airport.

"We're here," Tony announced, parking the car and climbing out, stretching his limbs.

"Finally," Ziva cried, jumping out of the car.

"We were only driving for an hour," Tony whined grabbing his bag and heading to the door.

"I could have made it in less then forty," Ziva responded, following him.

"Yes, but most of us wouldn't have lived to tell of it."

"My driving is not that bad."

"Hey, guys." They both stopped walking and turned around.

"What, McGee?" they both snapped at the same time.

"Our gate is this way." He pointed in the opposite direction in which they were walking.

"I knew that," Tony said, walking past McGee, closely followed by Ziva.

"Wait for me," McGee yelled, chasing after them. They got in line for their boarding passes, finding all the required papers they needed to carry their firearms on board.

"I don't see why we can't just flash our badges and get on. Or we could also get our own private plane," Tony complained, like he did every time they had to fly commercial.

"In Israel, we just shot people who got in our way," Ziva said, a little to loudly. They drew more then a few scared and worried looks from the people around them.

"We're Federal Agents," Tony explained to the people in front of them, flashing his badge briefly. They said nothing but took a few steps away from them.

"Next," called a ticket man.

"That's me," Tony cheered, walking forward. He handed the man his papers and ID badge.

"How many firearms are you carrying, sir?" the ticket man asked Tony.

"Just one."

"Really, Tony? Only one," exclaimed Ziva.

"Yes, Zee-vah."

"You're all set, sir." The man handed Tony his papers and ID back before tagging his bag and placing it on the conveyor belt behind his desk. "Next."

"You go, McGee," Ziva gave him a little push forward. "And don't bother waiting for me. I will meet you at security."

"You're an American citizen, Ziva. Why is it still so complicated for you to get through security?" McGee asked as he stepped forward and repeated Tony's actions.

"You have one paper for each firearm and weapon you carry, yes, McGee?" He nodded. "So do I." She held up a folded stack of at least five papers, but it looked like more to McGee.

"You're all set, sir." McGee took his things back from the man and turned to Ziva.

"We'll meet you at security then." She sighed and nodded as she stepped up to the desk.