Part 1

"I hate night clubs."

"We know DiNozzo," Gibbs muttered taking a sip of his drink.

"But this isn't a night club, Tony. This is a kinda like a lounge, like in-"

"Yes, McGoo, I know that this looks scarily like where the Haynes Sisters sang in White Christmas. And do you have any idea where they sang? In a club." Tony said pointedly. So far he hated this case. Not only did it make him and the entire team, including Abby, Ducky, and Palmer go back to Israel but he still missed Ziva. Some petty officer just couldn't keep himself out of trouble let alone alive. And to add to all that the officer liked to go to the night clubs this one actually, many times a week.

They were all sitting in the very far back on a slightly raised platform. So far they had seen one jokester, two singers, one dancer and amazing violinist. But not the witnesses they were looking for. The main one was Zandra Davidson, the main act for this bar, and her dancing partner Mat Belisoni. There were no pictures of them, but from what they heard, Zandra was a native, her act centered around singing and one small dance break where she and Mat would blow the audience away. Mat was from Sweden.

"Not like the clubs I go to." Abby smiled into her drink. She, Ducky and Palmar had demanded to come along. "And I like it. It's old timey."

"Not that old," Gibbs said smiling.

"Quite right Jethro, this is very much like the club where my mother used to hand out-" Ducky began.

"Ha!" Tony interrupted. "See, even Ducky says it's a club."

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer boomed gathering everyone's attention. "Zandra Davidson!" The band began to play, and the curtains were parted to reveal a beautiful woman with her back to the audience. Her dress was backless down to her butt. A high slit went up to her hip on her right side showing off her tan and toned leg. Her hair was done so that it all laid on her right shoulder in curls showing off the deep cut and ample cleavage that showed. The black dress clung to her body.

She turned to the audience and began her number.

"Ziva?" Tony whispered in shock.

Six months were crying. Two months spent pulling it together, even changing her name. Four months finding a job she liked. Now, one year going from being a bar maid to the main act in the show. She would have loved it if it weren't for her dance partner being a murder. He only killed who he was told to by the terrorists, but that was no excuse. He killed a marine. One of them had to go. Sadly it was going to be her. She had one more week before she was going to tell her boss she quit. One more week for them to find her. She had sent them letters once a week, well she didn't, Matt sent them for her. She was always busy rehearsing. She never got anything back, but she never expected too. However, when she found out about Mat, she had to tell them.

As of right now, however, that didn't matter. Nothing did. She was about to perform her favorite song. When she got out there and just sang, she was whoever she wanted to be. She loved it. She made people smile. She would sing, and dance and all eyes would be on her, not because she was holding a gun, but because she made them happy. Plus, her favorite song. It was one of her sexy songs that she liked to sing. She got to be as sensual as she wanted and no one was the wiser. It was the song she sang all those years ago when she was undercover at the nightclub in Mossad.

She took her spot, nodded to the musicians who started to play and the curtain was drawn. Her favorite part was up next, the turnaround. Then she would get to walk around, flirt a little. The table in the back was always her favorite to go to because it had a platform. Then dance the repeat. But first, she had to turn around.

The song she is singing is Temptation.

"Rusted brandy in a diamond glass,"

"Holy shit that Ziva," McGee said cupping his face to watch her dance and saunter around.

"No. That's Zandra Davidson." Gibbs smiled and leaned back.

"I'm recording this," Abby said whipping out her phone.

She made her way around singing and flirting with a smile. Until she saw who she was making her way to at the back table. Them. It's not that she wasn't happy to see them, it's just... Unexpected.

"Dutch pink and Italian blue" She sang stepping onto the platform. Alright, she had to dance with two of them, and somehow touch two. This wasn't going to be fun. The two on the ends she would need to dance and oh dear god. Palmer and Tony. Alright, Palmer first. You can do this. She thought.

"He is there a waiting for you" she sang putting her uncovered leg between his legs. That earned eyebrows from everyone. Kill me... Wait... This is what I want to do. This is my song. This is my club and my time. This is me. Let us do this. She smiled at Tony and took her leg off of Palmer. She made eye contact with him the entire she walked over to him, and he met it.

"My will has disappeared
Now confusion is oh so clear" she sang. Now she was in front of him. She turned around and bent backward into his lap.

"Temptation, temptation," she slowly stood back up and walked around to his back. "Temptation." She leaned over behind him so her head rested on his right shoulder and left hand moved down his chest to his stomach. "I can't resist."

She smirked and walked back to the main floor to dance. She looked back to a very pink Tony and the rest of the team in complete and utter shock.

Part 2

"Boss, that was Ziva," McGee said for the fifth time.

"No, McGee. That was Zandra Davidson." Gibbs said for the sixth time.

"Well, that certainly looked like Ziva." Abby pointed out.

"Certainly felt like her," Tony muttered. Every turned to him. "What?"

"You know what it feels like when Ziva sits on your lap?" Abby said smirking making Gibbs roll his eyes.

"Well, it was, I was, we were. Hey. It was a goodbye." Tony sputtered.

"Shalom." Ziva said walking up to the platform. "My partner and I wished to come up here to thank you all for being such good, uh, athletes, with my song." She said. Her accent was much thicker than before.

Mat, who was holding her close to him with his arm around her waist smiled, "I believe the Amerians say, sport, not 'athlete'."

"Pfft." She waved her hand and rolled her eyes taking a drink that a bartender had brought her. "Thank you Maria."

"As a thank you, you all have one free round, on the house." Mat smiled. "Now, if you do to mind, I am needed elsewhere." He leaned over and kiss her on the cheek making her take a long sip of her drink.

"So, Zand-ra." Tony said leaning on the table. "Great performance."

"Thank you," She said smiling back. "Maria, a chair?"

Maria walked over with a chair and Ziva took it. She sat it horizontal to the table and sat down so she was facing Tony and across from Gibbs. She crossed her legs putting the bare one on top. "So, I should take it you got my letters." She said to the table taking a sip.

"What letters, Zandra?" Gibbs asked.

"You do not have them? I sent you all one once a week." She said sitting up. "Mat," she muttered taking another sip.

"So you and Matt?" Tony asked.

"Although I do like it when you are jealous, Tony now is not the time." She smiled. "If you did not get my letters, why are you all here? Couldn't live without me?" She asked Tony.

"Well there is that, also a dead Marine," Tony said back.

"Yes, I know. Mat killed him. He is in with a terriost cell, as I said in my letters, if you ever got them." She had another sip. From behind Abby had started to pet Ziva's back and hair. "Abby, will you stop it?" She asked turning.

"I'm sorry, Ziva, I just missed you so much," Abby said near tears.

"Zandra, Zandra Davidson, and I missed you as well. All of you. So very much." She said downing the rest of her drink. Maria came and gave her another.

"Zi- Zandra, you don't drink," McGee said shocked.

"No, Ziva, the murderer and killer of her family and all she loved, does not drink. Zandra Davidson, is an experienced alcoholic with her two year patch." She said smiling.

"Davidson, that's all you could come up with?" Tony asked.

"What, should it have been DiNozzo?" She asked.

"Well, I did offer that before I left." He shot back.

"What?" Abby squealed.

"Nothing," Tony said.

"Yes, Abby. Nothing but past opportunities that got turned down to fast." Ziva smiled. "I should get going. My manager does not like it when I stay at one table too long." She made to get up.

"Well since you practically gave this table a lap dance, maybe he would understand," Tony said. Another act came on and couples began to go to the dance floor.

She shook her head. "I need this job. You can arrest Matt back stage. The doors on the right. Come see me before you all leave."

"Dance with me," Tony said shooting up.

"Tony-"

"Berlin," He said. Ziva was shocked.

"Tony I-"

"Paris." He smiled. So did she.

"Alright." She downed the last half of her drink and stood to dance with him. He led her out to the dance floor.

"You have gotten much better at dancing," She said smiling.

"No, I've always been this good. But before I had to worry about where my hands were." He smiled.

"Tony, you are grabbing my butt," She said smiling.

"So stop me." He grinned back. "So when you start drinking?"

"Hmmm, how long have I been gone?" She asked laughing.

"Seems like forever." He staring back at her.

She swallowed. "So, how long will all of you be staying?"

"Day, maybe two. Why wanna spend some time with us?"

"Perhaps. I believe that if I do not hug Abby she will explode." She said glancing at the table where they all sat staring.

"I'm surprised she hasn't attached to you yet." He laughed.

"Are there clubs like this in D.C?" She asked staring at the team.

"Uh, yeah actually, think there's one a block or two from my apartment. McGee talks about it all the time." Tony answered.

"Then perhaps I should go back, get a job there." She shrugged. Tony stopped their dancing and looked at her.

"What?"

"I have missed you. And the team. Besides, I am still a citizen of America. I could go back with you, and get a job and apartment." Ziva shrugged.

"Do you mean that? You want to come back?" Tony asked.

"Yes. I want to go back." She said looking him in the eye. Tony pulled her close and kissed her, hard at first then it softened. They could hear Abby squealing at the table followed by hitting sounds, which they assumed was her hitting McGee in excitement. They pulled back and smiled.

"Tony, you are still grabbing my butt."

"You still haven't stopped me."

They walked back to the table where Maria gave Ziva another drink. Tony grabbed it from her hand.

"Holy crap," he coughed. "That's vodka."

"Yes," she smiled taking it back and downing half of it. "But it is only my fifth of the night."

"How much do you normally have?" Plamer asked.

"On a good night, fifteen. On a bad" she shrugged. "I go until I pass out."

"Ziva," Ducky said sadly.

"What? I am fine. For tonight is a good night." She smiled and finished her drink. Maria came with another one.

Tony shook his head. "So, you get Mat yet?"

"Yup. Got him while you were playing grab ass, DiNozzo." Gibbs said.

"Good. Then when shall we go home?" Ziva asked.

"You're coming with us?" Abby asked.

"Yes. I have missed you too much, and no matter how much I drink that will not stop how alone I am with out all of you." She smiled. Abby jumped up and hugged her, almost making them both topple over.