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Chapter 2. Time to go.

A few days later everything was organised. The team knew about the little Parisian adventure that was about to take place and they all had different scenarios running through their minds.

McGee thought that Tony was never going to make it back alive; he had a special talent for irritating Ziva and she was not known to be a very patient woman.

Abby and Ducky had wagered on how long it was going to take the two of them to realize that they had feelings for each other in the world's most romantic city. Palmer hadn't even bothered to place a bet – he thought they were both far too stubborn to ever admit that they were more than simply friends.

And Gibbs… well, Gibbs wasn't thinking about Tony and Ziva at all. He had other things on his mind and just hoped that his agents were not going to kill each other.

Ziva was just finishing packing when she heard a soft knock at her door. It was past 9 and she wasn't expecting any company. Dropping her bikini back on to her bed she stepped out of her bedroom and curiously made her way to the door.

She stared through the peephole and sighed, opening the door to reveal Tony, standing there with a movie in his right hand and a bottle of red wine in the other.

She frowned and asked, "Tony, what are you doing here?"

He smiled a little awkwardly, as if he was rethinking his decision to come over.

"I was bored and got this amazing idea. You, me, wine and 'Charade'," he said waving the DVD in the air. Ziva stared at his cartoon like grin and waving arm sceptically. "C'mon Ziva, you know, the 1963 classic with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn?"

"I know what 'Charade' is Tony. I have seen it before. It is not a bad movie," she told him teasingly.

"Well then can you think of a better way to spend our last night in DC?" he said trying to come off as playful but sounding a little more pressing. Although he would never admit it, he was really scared that she was not going to let him come in.

A small smile escaped his lips as she moved aside and let him through the door, making sure to tell him that she was not done packing and that he was going to have to wait until she was finished.

"Go. I'm going to open this nice little bottle of wine, put the DVD on and wait for Miss 'packing at the last minute' on the couch."

She rolled her eyes, choosing to not answer him and strolled back to her bedroom. It didn't take her long to finish packing, and soon enough she was back in the living room. Tony handed her a glass full of rich scarlet liquid as she settled on the couch next to him.

"Thank you," she said, smiling slightly. Their eyes lingered for a moment, before Tony broke away and pressed play, beginning in the movie.

The credits were rolling and Ziva had fallen asleep, her feet resting comfortably on Tony's lap. He looked at her tenderly, unsure whether to wake her or just leave.

A slight shift in his position however, woke her up anyway, so the choice was made for him. She rubbed her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, not failing to notice the softness in his eyes.

"Go to bed Ziva. I'll let myself out and pick you up at nine tomorrow morning," he said gently.

She smiled and slowly got to her feet, walking him to the door.

"Goodnight Zee."

Before he knew what was happening, Tony felt a soft pair of lips press up against his cheek. They lingered for a moment, before pulling away and being replaced by Ziva's chocolate brown eyes.

"Goodnight Tony."

And with that Ziva gingerly closed the door and made her way back to her bedroom.

Tony smiled as he walked down the hall that led away from Ziva's apartment, still surprised by the kiss. He thought back to the only other time she had kissed him like that – it had been almost two years ago in the men's room. He thought about how much their relationship had evolved and he smiled again, replaying the past encounter in his head. He shook it off. The past was the past. So he rode the elevator down and left her apartment building with only thoughts of the upcoming trip rolling around his mind.

The next morning was a blur. Tony left his apartment at 8:45 and arrived just in time at Ziva's place. He rapped his knuckles on the door excitedly and she opened up with a big smile on her face.

He could see she had been waiting, ready, with her suitcases by the door.

"Bonjour Tony," she said happily.

He laughed and replied, "Bonjour mademoiselle."

"Very good, I'm impressed. If you had called me 'madame' I think I would have had no choice but to hurt you," she said, grinning.

"Believe me. I know," he half laughed as he took one of her suitcases, knowing that she would never let him take them both, and carried it outside so she could follow with the next one and lock up. They glanced at each other and then quickly looked away, both uncharacteristically excited about the upcoming trip. They quickly loaded Ziva's suitcases in to the back of Tony's car and jumped inside, zooming off to the airport and their first step towards Paris.

Just over two hours after, they were both seated next to each other, ready to leave DC. In about 11 hours they would reach Paris, ready for two weeks of whatever awaited them in the city of lights and love.

To Be Continued

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