Ziva saw the scooter before she saw DiNozzo. She knew that it had to be his. It was exactly what he could choose to hire. Silver and flashy. Very DiNozzo.

"Hello," she said as she sat down opposite him. "I do not think that that is a regulation issue NCIS hire vehicle."

"Nope". He grinned at her. "It is better! Although, it is harder to ride than I thought it would be. Not like a regular motorbike. It has the best little horn! Meep..." he trailed off. "You look troubled. Did you sleep better?"

"Better?" she repeated, puzzled. "Better than what?"

"It's probably nothing." he replied. "It's just that when I left, you were all scrunched up and murmuring something. You did not look peaceful at all."

"I did not have a very restful sleep." Ziva admitted. "My mind does not seem to stop these days. Always thinking. Always going around and over and...But it does not matter. We are here to do a job yes?"

"No. I mean yes we are here to do a job." Tony sounded confused. "Your English has improved a lot, Ziva. Sometimes I want to correct you then realise that you did not make a mistake."

"Perhaps from all the studying" she suggested.

"That's right. Your citizenship test. American history. Oo! Speaking of history, you have got to see my photos. The places I saw today. You would not believe. I mean of course you would believe, you have been here before but..." He reached into his backpack for his camera.

"This one," he showed her the screen, "I like the lines. The walls are so... straight... and it... it is hard to describe architecture!"

"You had a good day then?" Ziva asked, although she already knew the answer.

"The best!" he answered. "Look at this one. The Basilica of the Sacred Heart. It took almost 40 years to build that place. It is just huge. The Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe. All the best tourist places!"

"Tony?" she asked.

"Hmm?" He was lost in his prized snapshots, planning the captions for each one when McGee loaded them for him.

"Tony, it is 1500 an you haven't slept except on the plane last night. Are you tired?

"Not at all." he assured her. "Why do you ask?"

"Because there is somewhere I want to show you. Somewhere I am sure that guidebook of Paris buildings I see in your bag did not tell you to go."

"Really? I am intrigued. But first, you have some of this great coffee, then you can take me anywhere you want!"

***

"Where are you taking me?" Tony asked her for the fifth time. "I told you that I already saw the Arc de Triomphe and checked out the stores along here. Very Rodeo drive."

"Will you be quiet and wait!" she told him. "There is more to this city than statues and shopping. There are some places which especially you will enjoy visiting."

"The Moulin Rouge! You are taking me to the... uh!" Tony grunted as Ziva slapped the back of his head. "Not the Moulin Rouge."

The taxi stopped at the far end of the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. Tony thanked the driver as he crawled out after Ziva.

"Where are we? What is there to see here?" He could not work out why she had brought him to this end of the street, away from all the drama of the city.

"Shh. Follow me." said as she walked down the sidewalk. "See in there?"

"A park?" DiNozzo asked, a little disappointed. "You brought me to see a park?"

"Not just any park." Ziva promised. She put one hand on Tony's back and cast her other across the scene before them. "Use you imagination. Picture people and markets and...."

"Charade!" realisation dawned on him. "1963. Directed by Stanley Donen starring Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant. Is this...?"

"Ziva smiled at him. "Yes! The park with the stamps and the merry-go-round"

"Oh wow! I totally missed this today." he admitted. "How did you...?"

"I watch movies too, Tony. We do have cinemas and video stores in Israel you know."

DiNozzo motioned to a nearby park bench. "Can we sit?"

"Sure." She smiled. She was glad she had been able to show him something which he had not expected. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I love people watching" admitted DiNozzo. "I don't know why. Hotel lobbies are a great place to do it but this is pretty good too. Nine o'clock," he motioned discreetly with his head to a businessman on their left. "I bet he has been in an office all day. He is walking pretty fast though. Hot date tonight I think." Tony winked at Ziva.

"I wonder what people would make of us, sitting here." Ziva mused. "Do you think they would ever guess we are armed federal agents who are about to escort a witness back to the United States?"

Tony eyed her. "You maybe. So serious looking, carrying, always looking around. But me? No. I am just a red-blooded American boy soaking in the sites of the City of Love."

The sun was beginning to fade and the street lights were turning on. Soon they would need to find somewhere to eat dinner and then return to the hotel so she could check into her own room.


"It is different at night." Ziva said, almost to herself. "Everything takes on a magical glow and the whole city seems like a fairytale."


"I can't wait to see everything all lit up!" Tony's enthusiasm was almost contagious as he stood and offered Ziva his arm. "Shall we?"

"Shall we what?" She asked, taking his elbow as they began to walk back to the street.

"Food!" he exclaimed.

A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. "What else!"