Author's note: Thank you ImmIRose, Tsari, ErikaaDiLante, Blue1210, moonfaerie326, M E Wofford, debook210, and hinkyforensic for your reviews. It's easier just to reply to each review then write out That and I try to put hints in some of the reviews. When I can hint that is. So only the reviewer gets the hint now. Makes you wonder who's getting the hints and what the hints are. Doesn't it? At least a little bit. LOL. I like to tease :D. Anyways here is chapter 6. I can't really write the case all that well. So if some things don't make sense or are stupid, I apologize. This chapter is kind of short, but I just wanted to introduce Ariella and show some Michael/Ziva stuff. So filler but relevant LOL. Like I said though, I'm not great with writing the case so these chapters are a little slow.

CHAPTER 6

The five got off the elevator and walked towards Gibbs, who was sitting at his desk.

"Glad to see my sleeping beauties are back to work." He said dryly, without even looking up.

"Does that make Abby prince charming since she woke us up?" Tony joked, sharing a smile with Ziva and making Gibbs look up.

"I still get to be the one to kiss you right?" Michael whispered in Ziva's ear, smiling. Ziva's smile widened at his comment, making Tony frown deeply. Ariella glared but in a way that went unnoticed.

Gibbs, however, did notice something. Two people that weren't his agents. "Who are they?" He said gruffly.

"This is Ariella Jabul." Ziva pointed to the woman standing to the side of Tony. She had dark olive skin, slightly darker than Ziva's. She had long black hair and dark hazel eyes. She wore a navy blue blazer, cream silk top underneath, and a navy blue pencil skirt. "She is a Mossad officer I was trained with and a very old and dear friend. This is Michael Rivkin." She said pointing to the man standing slightly behind her. Tony noticed he didn't look much like the man in the picture, but there was still no mistaking it was him. He was dressed in black slacks with light blue dress shirt and a blue silk tie. At the mention of his name, Michael wrapped an arm around Ziva. An action that did not go unnoticed by Gibbs or Tony. "We have worked together for many years and he was my old Mossad partner." She said.

"Is that all?" Gibbs said, glaring at Michael's arm. Tony also glared at his arm, his eyes holding a murderous threat in them.

"Not exactly." She said shifting uncomfortably, pushing Michaels arm away.

"How exactly?" Gibbs asked.

Ziva sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. 'I do not want to do this right now.' She opened her eyes, taking in a deep breath and shaking her head. She dropped her hand down. "We are in a way together."

"In a way?" Tony asked, trying to mask his but not succeeding. Ariella noticed and had to bite back a laugh.

'I know how you feel, Tony. But I wonder if our dear Ziva does. She can be as blind as Michael with some things.' Ariella thought.

"Well, in Mossad, we were partners. One of my fathers rules is that partners are not to become romantically involved with one another." She smirked over at Gibbs. "You agree with my father, yes?"

'The irony in you asking me that, Ziva.' Gibbs thought trying not to laugh or even smile. Instead he just glared at her, waiting for her to finish.

"Well when we got partnered, I was very young and still at a point were I loved to irritate my father. So we started a . . ." She paused searching for the right word. "laid back relationship"

"Casual." Tony corrected. His voice wasn't his normal teasing, slightly irritated tone. It was laced with anger.

"Right casual." Ziva said, her brows furrowed in slight confusion. 'What is wrong with Tony?' She continued on with her story, her eyes focused on Tony with a curious gaze. She looked back at Gibbs. "My father found out about us and split us up. We then started an actual relationship but it did not last very long. We remained friends even after I was sent here. When I returned to Israel, we began to see each other." As she went to say the last of her story, her eyes locked back onto Tony's. His eyes still held an anger to them but also a slight sadness.

Gibbs interrupted his two agents stare off. "Will it be a problem or interfere with the case" Gibbs asked still glaring at Michael.

"No it will not." She said, taking her eyes off of Tony.

Gibbs nodded. "Everyone head home for the rest of the night." NCIS has provided hotel rooms for you both. We'll meet back here at 0900. McGee go down and get Abby. Send her home as well."

The five walked sluggishly to the elevator. Gibbs grabbed his head, sensing a headache coming on. 'I think I could handle them breaking rule 12. I wouldn't be happy but I would manage. I don't think I can handle a jealous Tony and involved Ziva wanting to break rule 12.'

TBC . . . .