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Chapter 1

Five Years Later…Santa Maria, Spain

Arielle Cohen, slipped the key card in the lock and pressed down the door handle when the red light turned green. She pushed open the door and stepped into a luxurious sitting room, decorated tastefully in cream; with an equally tastefully decorated terracotta kitchenette to the left, along with a coffee coloured bedroom and small white bathroom. To the right, was the luxurious beige master bedroom, with an equally luxurious white ensuite bathroom.

Arielle was about 5 foot 9, with a tall, tanned, athletic body. She had large sparkling blue eyes, full red lips and two large dimples, one in each cheek. Her hair was long, light brown, with golden highlights and sat in natural loose bouncy curls. She wasn't the normal 'Israeli' beauty. She was often mistaken as Italian or Spanish, very rarely Israeli. She was wearing a short soft pink cotton skirt, a white halter-top with a soft pink trim and white 3 inch wedged sandals.

She sat the mail, newspaper and the two cups of coffee she was carrying on the coffee table before sitting down on the sofa herself. She lifted one of the coffees off the table and began drinking it, while her other hand reached for the newspaper to begin reading it.

Within a few seconds, Ziva stepped out of the master bedroom and headed towards Arielle, pulling her long dark hair into a rough bun. She was wearing a short white silk robe. Over the years, Ziva had not changed, apart from the very faint lines beginning to appear on her face; a small reminder she was now in her thirties.

"Is your visitor away?" Arielle asked, not even looking up from her paper. She balanced the paper on her knee and handed Ziva the other coffee.

"Yes Elle, he is." Ziva replied, a smirk appearing on her lips as the memories of the night before quickly flashed through her mind. She accepted the coffee and sat on the arm of the sofa.

"So, will he be here tonight?" Arielle asked, finally looking up from her newspaper.

Ziva scoffed. "Arielle, of course not…it is against the rules." She simply answered.

"Oh yeah, you can't spend two nights in a row with the same guy." Arielle muttered.

"Exactly, it might give him the wrong idea." Ziva retorted. "Anyway, I was thinking I would phone that guy we met at lunch yesterday."

Arielle rolled her eyes in response. "Oh Elle, relax…we are on vacation." Ziva stated.

"Ziva, the Director of European Affairs is never on vacation." Arielle responded. She tossed a cell phone at Ziva, who caught the phone. "Six missed called from the embassy should tell you that."

Ziva inwardly groaned. "So much for my vacation." She muttered.

Rota, Spain…Naval Base…NCIS Headquarters…the bullpen…0730

Tony Dinozzo strode into the bullpen, an iced latte in one hand, a file in the other. He was wearing a crisp white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of sunglasses tucked in the front pocket and cream trousers. His skin was tanned, with a few extra lines around his eyes and he now had a few grey hairs at his temples.

He looked at the two desks occupied by his agents; they were empty. "Where the hell are my agents?" He asked himself, already reaching for his cell phone as he sat behind his desk. "Ken, where the hell are you and Finley?" He barked into the cell phone.

"Sorry boss." A cold, English female voice answered. "I came in early and decided to go to the gym for a work out."

"Well get your ass…" Tony began to say as his eyes slowly looked up to reveal a woman standing before him, wearing grey NCIS shorts and a matching grey sweaty vest top before him. She was about 5 foot 7, with long legs, a thin but shapely body, large grey eyes, full pink lips, perfectly defined cheekbones and long luscious red hair that was pinned up in a rough bun. "Morning Kendall."

"I'm so sorry boss." Kendall apologised. "I thought I would have time to work out and take a shower before you arrived."

"It's fine Kendall." Tony replied. "Just take one now, saying Finley can't even turn up in time."

Kendall nodded and grabbed her towel. She began heading towards the locker room again. As she passed the elevator, the door opened to reveal a tall, athletic built man with a strong jaw line, green eyes and short blonde hair. He was dressed in dark jeans and a short sleeved, light blue button down shirt. He was desperately trying to put his gun into his holster and clip his badge onto his belt as he stepped out of the elevator that he didn't notice Kendall before him. He crashed into her, sending both of them tumbling to the floor in a heap.

"Thanks for breaking my fall Probie." The man stated, clambering to his feet, ignoring Kendall hand; requesting help up.

"You're late Garrett!" Kendall hissed, displaying her ample cleavage as she pulled herself up off the floor. Garrett couldn't help but notice it.

"Yeah, I um, had a late night." He stated, his eyes focused on her breasts.

"Ugh!" Kendall groaned as she pushed him. "You disgust me!" She walked away towards the locker room again.

"Ah, such a waste." Garrett sighed as she walked away, his eyes fixed to her bum. His cell phone began to ring. He quickly answered it. "On your six boss." He stated, not giving Tony the chance to speak. He rushed into the bullpen.

"Nice of you to come in Finley!" Tony snapped sarcastically as Garrett slipped into his desk.

"Sorry boss but I kinda had an eventful night." Garrett replied. "I was with this super hot chick…I think she is Italian and the best thing is, she's on vacation…the perfect 'booty call' candidate."

"Ah, the 'booty call', God! How I miss those days!" Tony sighed, completely forgetting that he was meant to be annoyed at his senior agent.

"Yeah, well I tried to stop you but no, you had to go and get engaged." Garrett stated.

"Hey, I had to grow up sometime." Tony replied. "And if I have to marry someone then Carmela is it…I'll not get anyone better."

"How romantic!" Garrett muttered.

"Your day will come Finley." Tony responded. "You can't stay a playboy forever. God knows I tried."

The Israeli Embassy…Spain

Ziva stood in an office, wearing a lemon sundress and white flip-flops. Her long dark hair hung down, in loose bouncy curls. A pair of sunglasses was resting on top of her head.

Before her, sitting behind a desk was a handsome Israeli man, also in his early thirties. He was tall, with short dark hair, extremely dark brown eyes and a chiselled jaw. He was dressed in a short-sleeved white button down shirt and khaki cargo pants.

"What the hell do you mean you lost him?" Ziva hissed, slamming her hands down on the desk. She leaned into the man.

"I mean just that Director." The man replied. "We have lost contact."

"But you are meant to be his control officer Hari!" Ziva snapped.

"Sometimes, officers don't want to be controlled Zee…you of all people should know that!" Hari retorted.

Ziva retreated back from the desk. She knew Hari was referring to her management of her brother Ari when she was his control agent. "I hate that you know me so well Hari." She sighed.

"I'm sorry I had to go there Ziva but I have tried everything to make contact." Hari replied.

"Well try harder." Ziva simply responded. Hari scoffed. "I am serious Hari…we have spent too much time establishing Officer Eschel's cover. I had to pull a lot of strings to get the assistance we needed from the Americans. My father would be seriously pissed if we failed now."

"Okay…I will try harder." Hari replied reluctantly.

"Good." Ziva stated, removing the sunglasses from the top of her head. "I had to take time out of my vacation to sort this out and I do not appreciate my vacation time being disturbed."

"Please, your life has been one big vacation since you left NCIS." Hari retorted.

"Hari, you would do well to remember that although we have been friends from childhood, I am still your director and will not be spoken to like that." Ziva stated, her voice cold as she stared into Hari's eyes.

"And you're only annoyed because you know I'm speaking the truth." Hari responded.

"Find Eschel, Officer Bishon." Ziva simply stated. "I meant what I said about interrupting my vacation."

"Of course Director David." Hari simply answered before Ziva left his office.

As Ziva exited the embassy, she pulled out her cell phone, looking for a particular name as she headed towards her car, where Arielle was patiently waiting.

Rota, Spain…Naval Base…NCIS Headquarters…the bullpen…1613

Tony sat at his desk, playing solitaire on his computer. It had been a slow week…there had been very little criminal activity. He glanced over at his agents.

Kendall Hickey was triple checking her paperwork…typical behaviour for the extremely efficient agent. Finley however, was most definitely playing a game on his computer.

Tony sighed. His senior agent was far too similar to him, which wasn't a bad thing; it just reinforced Tony's own regrets. Tony was determined to let his team be themselves and follow their own rules; not someone else's. So far so good. He knew he had the strongest NCIS team in Europe.

The ringing of his senior agent's cell phone interrupted his thoughts. He watched as Garrett answered it. "Um…getting there now might be a little difficult." He could hear him say. "Ah don't say that! God! I bet it's melting."

Tony gave a small laugh as he watched his senior agent's body wriggle with sexual frustration. He could tell from the pleading look in his eyes that the person on the other end of the phone was the elusive 'booty call'. "Finley just go." Tony stated.

"Thanks boss." Garrett almost yelped in surprise as he grabbed his gear and scrambled towards the elevator. He wasn't waiting around for Tony to change his mind.

Tony shook his head and gave a small laugh. He could feel Kendall's eyes on him. He looked at his younger agent. "He um…has a problem with his fridge. He's been waiting for the electrician all day." Tony lied.

"Huh!" Kendall sighed, standing up. "And there I was thinking it was a 'booty call'." She headed towards the photocopier.

Tony couldn't help but laugh. Yep, he definitely had the best team in Europe…at least when it came to Kendall.

Tony's villa…1738

Carmela Lopez stood in front of the sink, washing some lettuce. She was dressed in a simple white linen sundress, showing off her flawless tan skin and thin but curvy body. She was barefoot and wore no jewellery, except a simple solitaire platinum diamond ring on her left hand. She had long dark straight hair with a blunt fringe/bangs. She had large green eyes, with extremely long dark eyelashes and full, red lips.

"Honey, I'm home!" Tony jokingly called as he entered his home. He tossed his keys onto the phone table.

"I'm in the kitchen." Carmela's sultry Spanish voice called, just as Tony entered the kitchen.

"Yum…something smells good." Tony whispered as he wrapped his arms around Carmela from behind.

"Tony, we are having salad." Carmela laughed.

"Well then, it must be you." Tony replied, nibbling her neck.

"Tony!" Carmela laughed, pushing him away. "I am trying to prepare dinner."

"Forget the salad." Tony stated, spinning her around to face him. "I have something far tastier planned." He scooped her up into his arms.

"Tony!" She giggled as he lay her down on the kitchen table. The giggles were quickly replaced by moans as Tony's lips began to explore her body.

Garrett stood before the locked hotel suite door. He took a deep breath, before preparing to knock. As soon as he knocked, the door opened, revealing a tanned, dark haired beauty, dressed in a lemon sundress. "Took you long enough." She simply said.

"Hey, it's not like I was expecting the call." Garrett retorted. "I was under the impression you didn't want to see me two nights in a row Zee - vah."

"So I changed the rules? You got any complaints?" Ziva David asked, already slipping off her sundress.

"Nope…but I do have one question." Garrett replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"And what is that?" Ziva asked, a smile on her lips, wearing only a white satin strapless bra with matching French panties.

"Where exactly is this ice cream?" Garrett asked. Ziva's smile grew wider as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"That is for you to find out." She teasingly answered. Garrett returned the smile, before hungrily pressing his lips against hers; he then lifted her off her feet. Ziva quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as they both headed towards the bedroom, their lips, or bodies, never breaking contact.

To be continued…if you want!

Next Chapter Preview…Officer Eschel turns up…but not how Mossad expected.

Okay…I know what you're thinking. How the hell is this a Tiva fic when Tony's engaged and Ziva is making 'booty calls' to Tony's senior field agent but all will be revealed! And of course, because it's me, there had to be some angst, right ;)