*Sorry about the delay in updating. Here is a new chapter for you to chew on yay. Please don't let my Johanna intimidate you, I know how some people react to OC's, I needed a Naples technology person like I needed a Naples director.
*As always your comments are love! I feel like we need to focus on Tony for a bit. So he gets the first half.
*PS just so there is no confusion I have NOT abandoned this (I finished up my BSN, it was time consuming)
*I modified this chapter because I found the handwritten hard copy.

XX

Tony left NCIS hoping to catch Ziva before she could do anything, namely leave before her days were up. He knew her, she was a runner. In his mind he knew his chances of seeing her ever again, or even saying goodbye, were slim to none. As he drove home he was hoping she would still be there. He was about two blocks away when he saw her mini driving on the other side of the road. They looked at each other for a fleeting moment, it was at that time he knew she was gone for good. He couldn't help but turn around and follow her to the airport, keeping his distance of course. She pulled into the car park and allowed the shuttle driver to help her with her bags. As the fates would have it, the next available spot was three rows away. He got out of his car just in time to watch it pull away and drive towards the main brain knew she could be streamlined through security because of her government clearance but his heart hoped her plane would be delayed somehow. Within five minutes the next shuttle arrived.

'Please let her be held up somehow.' He thought as he unconsciously looked at each person he was riding with. A mother and her child, a twenty-something young man who was none too thrilled to be traveling with grandma and an older man in his thirties with glasses and shoulder length dark hair loosely tied in a ponytail typing away on his tablet. 'Harmless, harmless, still a hipster at that age...?' He wasn't concerned. What he was concerned about was how quick he could get off of this shuttle and run once it stopped. Not long after that thought it stopped right in front of the terminal and much to his surprise (and everyone elses) he ran like he's never run before. The only time he paused was to see where the Naples flight was. He wanted to talk to her and he was not above using his government privileges to get to her.

"Sir, you have to wait." The security guard said to him, effectively stopping him from going through the checkpoint.

"I have to get to my wife, I'm a government employee and so is she." He said showing the guy his NCIS id.

The security guard looked at it for a minute before letting him through and turning back to the others as if nothing happened. "Good luck."

Tony let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding as he made his way through the checkpoint and continued towards gate 14. As he got closer he saw her standing there getting her ticket checked by the attendant. "Ziva!" He called out to her only to have his voice fall on deaf ears. She never acknowledged him or looked his way, she just kept walking.

"Can I see your ticket?" The attendant asked as she held out her hand.

"I don't have one." Tony replied focusing on Ziva as she walked down the path to the plane.

"I'm sorry. This is as far as you can go." The lady said blocking his path.

"He knows that." A man replied putting his hands on Tony's shoulders leading him away.

Tony wasn't really shocked Gibbs found out where he was. "She's gone boss. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about DiNozzo. She made her choice. You've known her for nine years, she'll talk when she's ready." Gibbs explained as he lead Tony away. "Come on, you're staying with me tonight. Abby insisted."

XX

Ziva sat in the backseat of the car. In Italy, instead of the black Charger, it was a black Audi. She sighed and watched the seaside pass them by. Tony loved the ocean and in a way it made her miss him.

Vivian was driving and Damon was next to her. Every so often Vivian would glance at the newest member in the rearview mirror. It hurt her to see her so distraught. "So , Ziva any particular reason you decided to take a reassignment?" In truth she was only trying to make small talk. She knew the reason, Vance sent a pretty thourough email about her impending arrival. She just wanted to hear her side of the story.

"I'm divorcing Tony DiNozzo. He shared some very personal information of mine with our team and laughed about it. That doesn't matter now. I'm going to stay here, away from him." Her response was clipped and short. Sometimes she even doubted that she loved Tony and that she married him just so she wouldn't be alone. Then again, there were some days she loved him unconditionally.

Damon turned around and looked at her, "How long were you guys married?"

Ziva looked at him, she tried to muster an annoyed glare but wasn't in the mood. "A year and a half. After NCIS blew up we decided to quit avoiding our feelings for each other and took a weekend trip to Las Vegas."

With a satisfied nod, Damon turned around and looked at his phone. "Johanna is expecting us soon, you know how she gets Viv." He said to his supervisor with a sight smile.

"Oh Johanna. Ever the firecracker. Well Ziva, I was going to wait until Monday to introduce you to Johanna to give you a few days to get used to Naples. Looks like that meeting is going to be sooner." Vivian replied with an exasperated sigh as she hurried towards NCIS headquarters located in the Avvocata neighborhood of Naples.

The drive took only two minutes and to the untrained eye the parking lot was behind a 'brick wall' accessable only by keycard and employee passcode. Ziva was shocked to see a large covered parking lot hidden in plain view. If Vivian looked out the office window she could see the statue of Dante in the Piazza. To the locals it was just a run down building that was a 'private school'. To everyone else it was NCIS Headquarters-Naples. Three rows of windows lined the building each one separated by the floor below it with the lower one being forty feet high to allow people to pass through and get to the elevators and cafeteria. In the back middle it was MTAC and the directors office, that needed no explanation it was the office at the top of the middle staircase, it looked important. Ziva, Damon and Vivian went to the elevator on the left and took it down three floors. It went down ten but they only needed three. At this third level underground would be where Ziva would meet Johanna for the first time.

"GET OUT! LEAVE! I DON"T CARE WHERE YOU GO JUST REMOVE YOURSELF FROM MY PRESENCE!" A loud shrill voice yelled as a doe-eyed red head came crying out of a room and into a waiting elevator.

Vivian and Damon looked at each other and silently Vivian decided to go investigate. "Johanna, what was that about?"

"The little brat decided to gorge on my cupcake I was saving for after work. If it's not yours don't eat it. Why does Luciano always think I need help down here?" The blonde haired, blue eyed Johanna asked as she moved around the room looking at her various machines and computers waiting for one to tell her something important. The girl couldn't have been taller than five foot two but her personality made her a force to be reckoned with.

Vivian motioned to Damon that all was well and he can come in with Ziva now. "Johanna, this is Ziva David."

"So this is our sudden recruit?" Johanna asked with a smirk as she looked at the new girl.

"Be nice." Vivian warned with a stern glare.

"I am nice and you know it." Johanna replied as she held her hand out to Ziva. " I'm Johanna Ballard and I make sure nothing goes to hell around here."

Ziva couldn't help but smile and reply in a way Tony would. "Hunger Games Johanna or Bobby Mackey's Johanna?"

Johanna gave Ziva a smile. Hunger Games Johanna was less of a wimp and Bobby Mackey's Johanna was a sad woman who killed herself. I'll take Hunger Games."

"So why did you want to see us?" Damon asked curious as to why they needed to be down here.

The blonde turned and typed away on her computer for a minute. "The circus is coming in two weeks and word on the street is that our resident child trafficker and arms dealer Sergio Alligheri is working there undercover."

Vivian didn't want to ask but did anyways. "What does that have to do with us?"

"You are the ringmaster, Damon is a general backstage helper and Ziva here will be the act between the cat show and the horses." Johanna said looking at each one individually.

Ziva had to speak up. "I am not a performer Johanna."

"Yes you are." Johanna replied cryptically as she gave Ziva a smile. " I know you can dance."

She looked at this girl curiously. Somehow Johanna knew she could dance. "Very well. But I'm warning you, it's just a hobby of mine."

"Whatever. Just put something together." The blonde said rolling her eyes as she turned back to the computer. " I will have your costumes and a printout of the goings on of the circus by Monday. "

Damon looked at Ziva. "Johanna has never let us down, she has ways of getting information that no one can figure out."

Vivian knew they needed to get Sergio soon. He was getting harder and harder to find. "Good work, Johanna." Vivian said as she turned and walked out of the room. Ziva and Damon followed her. They got into the elevator and as soon as it started its ascent Ziva pulled the emergency switch. " Is something on your mind David?" Vivian asked as she looked Ziva square in the eye.

"What's her deal?" Ziva asked curiously.

"Honestly, no one knows. Johanna is Johanna. No one sees her outside of work. She's friends with everyone but never says what she does for fun or anything extra." Vivian explained as she released the emergency switch and allowed the elevator to continue. "Where are you staying?"

"By myself in a hotel tonight. I'm apartment hunting in the morning. I just need time alone." Ziva replied finally feeling the jet lag. Secretly she knew one of them was going to offer her a room but she wasn't in the mood for company. " Just drop me off at a decent hotel and I will manage."

Vivian sighed, there was no winning with Ziva and she knew it. " Fine. But tomorrow I'm taking you around the city."

"No need." Ziva said as she walked off the elevator and to the car. " I spent six months here on a Mossad mission. All I need is my employee ID and passcode for the parking lot."

"It's the same as all your other security codes. Vance made sure of that. You will get a ID tomorrow when I take you apartment searching." Vivian said effectively trapping Ziva into being social tomorrow.

Damon watched Ziva as Vivian left to drive her to a place to stay. He was both curious and intrigued about the circumstances regarding her arrival. Knowing Ziva, it would be quite the tale.