They set out, walking the streets of the older part of Sicily, joking as they usually would, all spoken in Italian though, used to fit their cover: a married couple.
What wasn't mentioned was that they were on the hunt of a horrific serial killer who had murdered 26 American Naval wives on US soil, who happened to currently be residing in Italy with his accomplice.
They made their way up a long winding tower, laughing and kissing softly, until they reached the top and let go of each other.
They had done the same routine for the past week, hoping to find some trace of the serial killer or his accomplice, today was their lucky day, or late evening.
The accomplice emerged from a bar on the opposite side of the street, head down hands in pockets.
Tony pulled his weapon from his holster under his jacket, as he raised it and positioned his shot, the man, known as the accomplice dropped dead on the pavement.
But Tony hadn't fired a shot.
His body snapped around to where the shots came from, when another was fire, Ziva screamed and pulled him down.
After five minutes no more shots were fired, Tony stood up and slowly so did Ziva, only to find themselves getting shot at again.
Tony instinctively covered Ziva's body with his own, shielding her from anything or anyone who wanted to harm her.
He grabbed her hand and lead her out of the tower, back onto the main street when another shot was fired.
Tony winced as the bullet ripped through mid upper arm, the only thing that kept him standing now was Ziva's steady hand as she basically threw the door open and dragged him inside.
TO BE CONTINUED.