After preparing for the night, the two very attractive men entered a big night club. The booming music penetrated Tony's ears. The whole situation caused a serious stimulus satiation for Mister DiNozzo. The ladies, the sound, the huge mass of people and this odd sweaty smell. One skirt after another crossed the man's eyes. Insecure and overwhelmed he leered at Malachi, who walked right up the hall to the bar and bought some Whiskey for both of them.
As Anthony tried to join Malachi, a woman obstructed his passage provocatively.
She was one of those women he used to date half a decade ago. Long hair, big operated boobs, slutty dress, too much make-up. She rubbed her plastic body against his front and came close to his face. Softly he could feel the woman's hot breath. Strangely this resulted in a feeling of discomfort.
"Sorry Miss" he whispered quietly and pushed her away with a soft move.
Instantly the plastic-elastic-woman with her fake boobs started insulting him in Hebrew.
It was the first time that the young agent appreciated his lack of knowledge concerning Ziva's native language. He's only familiar with a few Hebrew words he carefully looked up in order to impress or spy on Ziva.
A little irritated he rushed away from her towards the bar.
"Oh God that woman was totally…. unattractive..", he explained a little bit disgusted.
Malachi raises his eyebrows handing over a glass of Whiskey.
"You're wimpy. But I kinda like it. Ok…so no plastic surgery girl."
Tony took the glass and knocked down his drink.
"Wimpy? No I want a natural beauty. No boob job, no botox, no nose job…", he stated while secretly imagining Ziva.
Malachi was a good mind-reader. Instinctively the well-trained operative started looking for a woman that looked a lot like Ziva David while enumerating the looks Tony was fond of:
"Long brunette hair, tan skin, brown eyes, sexy voice, small boobs, big ass, amazing back, stunning legs, small, soft lips, effulgent attitude…"
"Effulgent? And you're calling ME wimpy? What kinda word is that? No one uses that anymore."
"Yeah, well I am a highly educated man DiNozzo. So…ohh yeah there is the right one for you!"
Determined Officer Ben-Gidon pointed at a beautiful woman that looked really a lot like Ziva. She could just as easily have been her sister. Of course she wasn't, but the resemblance between her and Ziva was remarkable.
Stunned Tony glared at this woman and undressed her with his eyes.
"Y…yeah she's ok…hey!"
Passionately Malai pulled him over to this incredibly beautiful woman.
DiNozzo almost fell into her, but was able to stop one inch before it would have been too late.
"Oh god! Excuse me… I didn't mean to…I am sorry…" the agent stuttered.
Somehow impressed by the handsomeness of this male individual in front of her the mystery woman just stared at his face.
"Ehm, do I have something in my teeth? Is something wrong with my face?" Tony said and felt for his face in pure panic. It has never been a secret that looks are extremely important to the lonely American man.
Confidently Ziva 2.0 laid her hand onto his chest and tried to calm him down.
"Hello Stranger? What are you? A little teenage girly, girl worried about her precious cheerleader face or a man? "she responded with a sexy twinkle in her eye.
She was a tease. A confident flirt who knew exactly how to handle a man like DiNozzo.
"My name is Leila pretty boy."
Softly she clapped his cheek, swung her hair back and presented her natural body in a very confident position.
Impressed by all the similarities between her and Ziva , Tony just dropped his jaw and kept staring at her.
Malachi, who happened to be right behind her, pinched Anthony in the back.
"Outch... I mean…ohhh yeah Tony DiNozzo. I am…a banker from America and my friend Benjamin is showing me around Israel, you know?"
"Right pretty and prettier are hitting on the ladies all together?" the beauty stated with her slight Israeli accent. One could barely hear it, but Tony felt like standing in front of his partner. The illusion was perfect. He found exactly what he wanted. This whole situation made him a little bit nervous, but crawfishing out was no option in front of Ben-Gidon, who started flirting with a friend that accompanied Leila.
"You find me pretty?", he noticed joyfully.
Leila's undressed him with her eyes.
"Are you a dancer?"
"Me? I am half-Italian so yeah. It's in my blood. You wanna dance?"
DiNozzo started loosen up.
Confidently he grabbed the woman's soft hand and led her to the dance floor.
Willingly to show her some professional moves the brown-haired agent stood in front of her, but the fire in her eyes made him freeze. Intensely he looked into her brown eyes that were just like Ziva's. This whole moment made him realise once again how pathetic it all was.
His reason tried to warn him. He wanted to back off, but his body was craving for this beauty. The desire to be with a woman that is just like his coworker completely took him over.
So Leila turned around and pressed her fine ass against his man parts.
She started rubbing against his body.
Tony wasn't able to resist at all. Tenderly he moved his hip and laid his hands onto her hip.
After that he brushed over her flat belly and kissed her neck while keeping his eyes closed.
The scent of the stranger reminded him of a certain someone. His blood rushed through his veins while imagining it was Ziva in his strong arms.
Everything felt right. Automatically DiNozzo thought of his night in Paris with Ziva. Where he wrapped his arms around her warm, soft body, inhaling her much defined scent and a tone of jasmine, which was from her hair conditioner. It was the best night of his life, although he just laid there, holding and caressing her. The memory is a powerful thing. It certainly persuaded him in this case. Of course the woman was not Ziva. No, Ziva was with Ray. The truth hurts, but betraying himself was one of those things DiNozzo was certainly good at.
With his eyes still closed he suddenly felt her warm lips on his mouth.
She turned around, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her tongue against his lips, begging for entry. Tony, still in his Ziva fantasies, opened his mouth prodding her hot tongue and starting to kiss her as passionately as he could. His hand glided up he spin, further into her curly hair.
He was reliving the moment Ziva kissed him undercover. It felt exactly like that. Just this time his heart almost broke his chest because it was beating so heavily against his ribcage.
This wasn't just horniness. It was love. Certainly the middle-aged man was in love with Ziva David. Well, that was no secret of course, but this whole situation was a painful revelation to Tony. Still kissing the hot-blooded woman he could feel a tear running down his cheek. One single tear that meant so much. It meant the world to him.