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Chapter 3. Oh Paris!
After eleven long hours spent talking, sleeping, watching movies, eating and then sleeping some more, the plane touched down and Tony and Ziva arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport. It was 4pm in Paris, the weather was great and they were just happy to finally be in the beautiful city.
As promised, Mr DiNozzo Sr. had sent a car to pick the pair up and take them to the house they would be staying in and soon enough they were zooming off into the heart of the city.
"Paris baby! Look at this Ziva. Isn't it amazing?" Tony asked.
Within no time, they had reached The Eiffel Tower, which Tony was already pointing at out of the window excitedly. "I want to go to the top of this thing Zee, the view must be stunning," he said in wonder.
"It is Tony. And I promise we will, but I want to take you to The Louvre first and then to The Moulin Rouge. You are going to love it," she said, grinning at his excitement.
"Sounds great. I'm counting on you for all the hot spots around here."
Ziva laughed. "If you are nice, I might even take you to The Crazy Horse. It is the best cabaret in Paris. The shows are unbelievable."
Tony's eyes sparkled as he stared at Ziva stunned. "You're gonna take me to a cabaret? With naked women? God Ziva, you're awfully kind in Paris!"
"I am always kind Tony," she said pretending to be shocked by his comment. "And besides, they are not naked. Well… not completely naked. That does not matter though. They are great dancers," she added with a smirk.
"Oh yeah. You danced when you were younger didn't you? Were you almost naked too?" he asked flirtatiously, with wide eyes and a playful smirk.
"Ha! In your dreams Tony," she answered with a roll of her eyes. "I was a ballet dancer."
Just then, they pulled up in front of their house, effectively stopping all discussion.
And what a beautiful house it was.
It wasn't simply big; it was huge, with gorgeous frosted glass windows and a sweeping balcony across the top floor. It was everything Tony's father said it would be and more, and they had two entire weeks to enjoy it.
Even better than that, was the two cars that were parked outside of it. The vehicles were at their disposal for the entire trip, meaning no taxis and no waiting. They were free to go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
It was perfect.
Tony Sr. was waiting for them outside and he smiled when he saw Ziva, opening her door to help her out.
"Ziva! Darling! Just look at you, you're even more ravishing than the last time I saw you," he exclaimed, hugging her as she stepped out of the car.
"Thank you Anthony, I am so glad to see you again, and thank you for letting me come here with Tony," she answered just as warmly.
"You more than welcome my dear, it's a pleasure to have you."
"Happy to see me too dad? Or are you only interested in Ziva?" Tony said with a chuckle, feigning hurt.
"Of course Junior! Come here," he said, giving his son a quick hug before leading the pair inside.
The interior of the house was even more gorgeous than the outside of it, but he showed them around only quickly before taking them to their rooms. These happened to be next to each other's, with Senior sleeping in a room on the floor above them.
Each room had a king size bed and private bathroom, each with the biggest bathtub and shower the duo had ever seen.
'Oh god,' Tony thought as soon as he saw his room, 'this is going to be the best vacation ever.'
Once finished with the rooms, Senior took them outside to have a look at the garden and pool.
The minute he saw it, Tony flashed back to LA. He was immediately taken to the pool and Ziva, in her sexy bikini, reading yet another book. She thought he was ogling those other girls, but there was really only one woman he had his eye on. God, he could not wait to see her in one of those again.
Senior had to yet again, pull Tony and Ziva away from the view to inform them that he had made reservations at a fine restaurant for their first evening in France. So the two of them raced up to their rooms to shower, unpack and dress properly for the occasion.
An hour later Tony was ready, looking as sharp as ever in a grey suit, and it didn't take long for Ziva to join him.
She was breathtaking in a simple, sleeveless little black dress that stopped just above her knees and showed only a little cleavage.
"Wow… Ziva you look amazing," Tony said, enchanted by her beauty and elegance. Especially her hair. It was the first time in a long time he had seen it fall in luscious, free curls down her back, as opposed to the straight style she usually adorned.
Ziva smiled and blushed uncharacteristically. "Thank you Tony. You do not look so bad yourself."
Ziva David was not a woman who blushed easily, but something about Tony complimenting her made her feeling like a schoolgirl inside.
"But where is you fath-" she began to ask, before she was stopped by Senior gliding down the stairs, wearing a similar suit to Tony's but in black.
"Here beautiful," Senior said charmingly, offering her his arm, "Hopefully Junior told you already, but let me just reiterate that you look stunning."
"Why thank you Anthony, you are very kind. You look wonderful yourself. I am a very lucky woman tonight, dining with two of the most handsome men in Paris. All the French girls are going to be jealous," she replied playfully.
Senior chuckled, before adding, "my dear, they will only be jealous of you and the fact that they will never manage your beauty."
Ziva smiled yet again, taking the arm he was offering her as Tony looked at his father and partner a little jealously. Nonetheless, he followed them as they walked out to the car and the three of them sped off in the direction of the restaurant - Lasserre.
To Be Continued
It was not very long, I'm sorry. The next one is a little short too, but do not worry, chapter 5 is longer and so are the others :)
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