A/N: SOOO sorry for not updating been super busy! Here's your newest chapter.

It was a relief to all three of the passengers travelling that day to finally rise from their stiff aeroplane chairs and stretch their legs. Ziva seemed somewhat at peace, Tony was quiet (for once) and EJ was just, well…EJ. After collecting their luggage and making their way through the airport, Tony made the biggest show of taking his "first breath of the Miami air", as he put it, once they finally stepped outside into the afternoon sunshine.

"Do not tell me you have never been to Miami, Tony?" Ziva asked sceptically. Surely a man who chased after tan, bikini-sporting women his entire life had spent at least some time in Miami.

"Course I have," Tony replied, losing his focus as three blondes in their twenties in short shorts and tank tops passed them. "Reminds me of…"

"Let me guess," Ziva interrupted, eyeing the blonde to see how well she truly knew Tony.

"Spring Break," they both said, once again throwing Tony off his guard. For two very different women, they were extremely good at reading each other's thoughts.

"Circa 1995?" EJ added curiously.

"It was '96, actually," Tony corrected. "Me and my buddies must have gone to almost every bar in town. And man the chicks…" He trailed off nervously, feeling warning but amused eyes from Ziva and burning eyes from EJ. "What time did you say CI-Ray would pick us up, Zee-vah?" he asked his partner, quickly changing the subject.

She smirked and answered, "Two."

He watched her expectantly. "And the time is?"

Before she could answer, a call rang out through the busy airport.

"Ziva!"

They all looked behind them and say Ray Cruz leaning against Mercedes, waving.

Ziva sped up her walking and EJ tried to keep up with her, eager too to see her friend. Tony lagged behind, greeting the Miami resident with a somewhat friendly handshake and a muttered, "thanks".

The dysfunctional four all piled into Ray's car, and for most of the hour drive, the sound of the music playing from the radio was the only thing preventing silence. EJ of course tried to fill the void by thanking Ray again for his hospitality, and he responded politely, but afterward just turned up his radio a little more, the quiet jazz beat pumping through the speakers.

"Jazz," Tony thought to himself. "So he's a player, a chick magnet. No one really likes jazz, do they?"

He glanced at his partner, sitting in the seat in front of him. The sun was coming in from her window, making her hair shine and her eyes glitter. But those eyes were on the driver. Did Ray really love her? Was he really everything Ziva said he was? Was he just being…overprotective? Ziva didn't need protection. Was it jealousy? What was there to be jealous of? He had EJ here with him.

"Crap! Stupid bird!" EJ murmured, fiddling with her iPhone. She looked up from the expression.

"It's Angry Birds," she explained bashfully, noting his confused but amused expression. "My sister told me it was a good way to pass time."

Tony simply smirked and returned to his precious trin of thought.

"For Ziva," he decided as Ray into a suburban street. "I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. She deserves the chance to be happy, without my compulsive meddling."

They travelled down a clean, winding street and in between each of the beautiful houses they got a glimpse of the sparkling coastline. EJ pressed her face almost right up against the glass like a little child. Ray smiled proudly, as if the land they were admiring was his own. Ray turned the car into a driveway, and silenced the engine.

"Home, sweet home."

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that :) I'll update when I can :)