You all have a similar idea of what's gonna happen...and you're not entirely wrong...but there will be a few - probably 3 -more chapters, so I can't have Tony walking in now, can I?
And be patient for the Tiva-fluffyness ;) Ask anyone I know! I practically talk a bout Tony and Ziva 24 hours a day and I wish there were even more hours to talk about them...anyway. All I'm saying is that I will have more Tiva in the following updates.

Also, I have some McNozzo-Friendship in this chapter, because I really, really like McGee lately...dunno why, just a phase, I guess. I just think that he's a real good friend to Tony and Ziva and every friend of theirs is my friend as well (that just sounded weird right?). And I'm random, so deal with it ;D

Just to prevent confusion:
The first scene in the restaurant takes place on the same day as the last chapter, it's just later ( 7:30-ish)
After that we have a huge time-jump...well huge is kinda melodramatic, but it's a week. It's kinda obvious in the text, but I just feel like rambling...bear with me:) I'll stop now...

Disclaimer: Sure...yesterday I got a call and got told that they wanted to give NCIS to a 15-year-old Austrian. Sounds crazy? Well, that's because it's not true. I don't own anything. Not even merchandise. *runs away crying*

That night Ziva looked at herself in the huge mirror of her temporary apartment. Although loft would probably suit the place better. Everything looked really expensive – probably was expensive as well – and a bit over the top in her opinion. But now her opinion didn't count, because now she was Chloè Ledoux. She finished her make-up and straightened the front of her dress, which had a dark purple colour and stuck to her body like a second skin. Satisfied with the end result she grabbed her purse and put her back-up gun in it, followed by her cell phone.

As she drove to the restaurant she thought of a way to persuade Finch into telling her about his hacking techniques and only one thing crept onto her mind. She would have to shamelessly hit on the man. When she arrived at the restaurant she took a deep breath. Of course she had been with many men just because she'd been undercover, so that wasn't the reason she was suddenly shaking. But It was the first time that she felt like cheating on someone who truly meant something to her, and she realized that it bothered her far more than it would have when she was still with Mossad.

Finally she got out of the car and walked over to Nora's. Inside it was really nice and she knew the place already because Ray had taken her there once. Pushing the memory aside she scanned the room for the black hair of Peter Finch, soon spotting him at a table next to the window. Putting on her best fake smile she quickly walked over to greet him.

"Ah, Miss Ledoux. It's a pleasure to meet you yet again so soon", Finch charmed as he got up. "Please have a seat."

"Merci, Mr Finch, but please, call me Chloè."

"Chloè...", he said, testing the sound of it out loud. "What a beautiful name."

"My mother picked it out." Ziva lied freely, settling in her role.

Finch smiled at her. "I ordered some wine, I hope this is okay with you? It's French of course..."

"Oui, oui, thank you. I love having a glass of good wine while discussing business." Ziva winked teasingly at the man in front of her.

"Business?" Finch raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

"Yes. Business. Did you think I only found you intriguing because of your looks?" Before Finch could respond the waiter appeared with the wine. Ziva immediately grabbed her glass and clinked it with Finch's before she took a large gulp to calm her nerves.

When the waiter disappeared again, Finch turned his gaze back on Ziva. "So...you find me intriguing?" he asked.

"I am certain this is not the first time you hear that."

Finch laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty popular. But it's still nice to hear a beautiful woman say it."

"So you find me beautiful?" Ziva repeated his phrase and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She was pleased when his mouth fell slightly agape and he nearly drooled over the table.

"Let's order...", he finally said as he regained control.

...

Tony was beyond bored as he played the hundredth game of Minesweeper on his computer. He'd long given up on doing some actual work and Gibbs wasn't there to remind him of doing it. It's been more than a week since Ziva 'called in sick' and their little email exchange. He hadn't heard from her since. When he called her it went straight to voicemail, when he turned up at her place she wasn't home and when he sent her messages he waited for a reply, but he never got one.

Something was awfully wrong, he felt that. And he knew that Gibbs felt it too, but of course the silver-haired fox never showed his worries. He wouldn't be their fearless leader if he did. And then there was McGee acting all secretive and telling them over and over again that he was sure Ziva was perfectly fine and that here was nothing to worry about.

Just then the Probie walked into the bullpen with a paper bag and two cups of coffee and rolled his chair over from his desk. "Hey Tony. Had a good day so far?" he asked, placing the food and beverages in front of the older agent.

"Do I look like I had a good day, McUnperseptive?" Tony snapped at him and took one of the coffee cups.

"Still worried about Ziva?" McGee raised an eyebrow and opened the paper bag, revealing two chocolate éclairs and handing one to Tony.

"No, I figured after a week of no contact at all worrying seems to be a bit ridiculous ." he put the éclair back into the bag. "I am completely freaked out!"

"Believe me Tony, she's fine. After all it's Ziva, our crazy assassin chick. If someone tries to hurt her he better has someone else to arrange his funeral." McGee chuckled, but Tony stayed completely serious.

"What did Vance want last week? And don't try to convince me that it didn't have anything to do with Ziva suddenly disappearing without a trace", he said with narrowed eyes.

McGee sighed. "I can't tell you, Tony, you know that." He fell silent as he realized that he might have given something away.

"So you do know something! Ha!" Tony yelled. McGee's eyes widened and he threw his hands in the air.

"Shhhh. Oh my god, shut up! If Vance hears that I told you I'll lose my job!" And he sounded so concerned that Tony actually shut up and looked at him.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but you knew where she was all along and didn't tell me", Tony whispered to prevent calling unnecessary attention to them.

"I never said I knew where she was, I only said that I knew she was okay." McGee tried to talk himself out of the situation.

"You've been talking to her, haven't you." It wasn't a question and Tony leant back in his chair, taking a sip from his coffee. McGee nodded and Tony frowned. "You owe me more than one cup of coffee and a chocolate éclair."

"I'm sorry Tony, but I need to get back down there...", McGee said apologetically and got up.

"...and of course you can't tell me what you're doing there, I get it. It's all part of the job. Now go back down to CyberVille and have your little chitty-chats with Ziva. Tell her to send me a post card." Tony said with one of his smiles.

"You're mad at me..." McGee accused.

With a sigh Tony turned the coffee cup in his hands before he looked up at McGee, who was leaning against the separation next to Ziva's desk. "Sorry, Tim. I just kinda miss her...", he finally admitted.

McGee's eyebrows shot up. "You kinda miss her? Tony, you stopped eating!"

"Shut up before I follow you down there and kick your ass in front of your geeky friends." Tony laughed and so did McGee. Then he actually left. It only took about five seconds until Tony snatched the chocolate éclair out of the bag and practically inhaled it.

...

"Are you ready to go, Chloè?" came Finch's voice from Ziva's living room. He was sitting on the couch and watching some sports channel.

"Yes, I am", said Ziva as she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a black cocktail dress and shoes that truly deserved to be called high heels.

"Whoa, you look absolutely stunning!"

"Thank you, Peter, you are not bad yourself." And she wasn't even lying. Because the young man did look rather handsome in his tux and his hair was, as always, styled to perfection. But he just wasn't Tony and even after a week. guilt was still always present in the back of her head.

"Kevin is going to love you." Finch whispered into her ear and Ziva chuckled nervously. He'd been supposed to be attracted to her, but in the last couple of days he'd been getting a bit close at some moments. But tonight he was going to introduce her to Kevin Dawson, the hacker of the second attack, as McGee had been able to find out.

"I certainly hope so. My boss is already growing impatient..." And that wasn't a lie either, because Vance was already breathing down her neck. With a smile she stepped away and grabbed her coat before following him out of the loft and down, where a limousine was waiting for them. Finch and Dawson seemed to be making a lot of money.

"Enjoy your night, Miss Ledoux", the driver said before he started the engine and they drove through the dark streets of Washington D.C.

At the party there were about sixty people and Ziva was sure that not all of them were involved. Finch led her to the bar at the far end corner of the huge room, where a couple was already waiting for them. The man must've been older than Finch and Ziva decided that it was Kevin Dawson. Next to him was a tall blonde, wearing tons of make-up and holding up a glass of champagne in her hand. She looked somewhat like a cheaper version of Paris Hilton.

Finch bro-hugged the other man and kissed the woman on the cheek. "Guys, this is Chloè Ledoux, Chloè, these are Kevin Dawson and Olivia Hollister", Finch made the introductions. Ziva politely shook hands with both people, smiling brightly.

Ziva turned to Kevin. "Peter has told me only positive things about you", she charmed, which earned her a disapproving look from Olivia.

Kevin winked at her. "Well, I can't blame him." The group laughed and Finch went to get some champagne for himself and Ziva as well.

"So, I hear you are interested in our little..business?" Dawson asked after a while of small talk, which Olivia hadn't seemed to be enjoying much. Ziva's accent was a true magnet to all men, including the ones with a girlfriend.

"My boss is. He is willing to pay a high sum of money to get the information you are able to provide. As far as it concerns the US Navy."

"And I told her that it was our specialty", Finch suddenly said from behind her.

"Are you crazy? What if she's a cop!" Olivia finally yelled. It was the first thing she said in the entire evening.

The men exchanged a look before they were in hysterics. "Chloè..a cop! Yeah and my Grandma works as a stunt-woman...No cop is that hot!" Finch said in between laughter.

"He's right, babe. If she's a cop then I am a plumber", Kevin agreed. Then he leant over and whispered something in her ear.

Olivia seemed to consider that for a moment before she smiled the first genuine smile of the night. "Okay. You're probably right, Kev." She turned to face Ziva. "I am terribly sorry for acting so bitchy. It's just that you can never be cautious enough in our line of work.

"Oh, I understand." Ziva said sympathetically and took a sip from her champagne.

"I talked to The Boss earlier when he called. He said we could meet him on Wednesday, is that okay with you, Chloè?" Peter asked. Ziva nodded and let out a deep breath. Only three more days until the identity of their suspect was revealed and her assignment was hopefully over. And then she'd have some serious explaining to do as to why she hadn't replied to Tony's messages. On more than one point she'd wanted to drive over to his place or call him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, she knew that she would ruin her op with that. Because the only reason Peter was so sure that she wasn't a cop was, because he had someone following her 24/7. Luckily she was clever enough to have noticed it straight away and only texted or called McGee when she was in the bathroom, which she had checked for bugs first.

With a smile she leant into Peter's side, pretending that he was the man she wanted to be with at that moment. And she was sure the look on his face was going to be priceless once he found out that she really wasn't a cop, but a federal agent. Her mood lit up even more as she thought about how proud Tony would be if he heard her thinking of herself as a fed, nothing else. And it was a bit more than a little of his doing that she could accept the fact that she wasn't the Mossad killer anymore. This man had really changed her, and she knew that she had changed him as well.

That's the thing with soulmates...they bring out the best in you.

The ending is...well...I don't particularly like it, but I wrote it at like 1 a.m., so I can live with it.
What about you? Please don't go jumping off a bridge...

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Thanks for reading anyway... :)