Three Weeks later:

A woman in a green one shoulder dress from French Connection was at a table under the moonlight eating the world renowned, Maple-Miso Chilean Sea Bass at the luxurious Entyse restaurant. Her date, a man dressed in the latest Hugo Boss, was eating Lollipop Lamb Chops with Wasabi Mashed Potatoes. They sat under a canopy of stars, enjoying 200 dollar wine and each other's company.

Outside in the dark of an alley, a white van with tinted windows was parked. Inside were Tony, Gibbs, McGee, Kate and Kort, sitting around an array of monitors trained on Ziva and her 'date'.

The week before, Kort had come back to NCIS headquarters with information about a meet that had been set up for Ziva with one of her clients. The CIA believed the man, a huge business mogul, was connected to an illegal arms dealer, but they had no idea which one.

Having bugged the table, NCIS now had enough evidence against the man to convict him of prostitution, and Ziva agreed to give NCIS information about their dead admiral and some information on the club.

So far all the information they had been given was high-quality and very valuable. They had information on the Navy, the Army, Marines highest ranking officers, senators, politicians, agency directors and CEOs of vital companies.

Back in the restaurant the waiter came around and refilled their glasses, asking if there was anything else he could do to make them more comfortable.

"No thank you," the man, whose name was Jared, said, waving the waiter off so he could get back to his date and their alluring discussion, "so, Delilah, tell me what you like doing."

Lending forward, she licked her lips, tasting the strawberry lip gloss she loved wearing when she had a one on one with any of her clients.

"I love to dance. Do you dance?" she asked, knowing the question would help her push the customer over the edge.

Lifting her feet up to rub along the inner seams of his suit, she got an estimate of how far a long he was. Almost there, she thought "Well if you count the two step and the waltz as dancing then yes I dance."

She laughed throatily as she took a sip of her drink.

"I'm more into the tango and salsa. You know the more exotic, sultry types of dance." she said setting her drink down, she plastered sexy smile on her face before continuing, "I will show you some time." She rubbed along his suit again and smiled at what she found. Definitely there.


Outside in the Van:

Having to sit in a crowded, stuffy van and watch people on small TV screens was getting to almost all of the team. Kate was annoyed with Ziva and the fact that she was around Tony. Gibbs wanted a new cup of coffee as McGee had spilled the last one all over his shoes. McGee, along with trying to stay out of Gibbs way, was trying to send the transmissions hastily back to MTAC for the director. Kort couldn't wait for the dinner to be over. Ziva was his partner throughout the mission and he was stuck in the vehicle with DiNozzo drooling all over her. Tony, on the other hand, was the only one enjoying himself. Ever since he and Kate had questioned Ziva she was everywhere, giving them information on the case and her clients but he was far from complaining. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with her; he wanted to get to know the real Ziva David, not her alias.

Back at the restaurant, Ziva and Jared had finished their meal, when she decided to propose a change of scenery.

"Well, now that we are finished," she began seductively, "I think it is time we had dessert yes?"

"Oh most definitely, your place or mine?" Jared replied, instantly catching on to what she meant by 'dessert'.

"I think yours may be better, mine is too far away," she lied, knowing full well that his apartment had been bugged, while hers had not.

"Mine it is," he said, practically jumping out of his seat and calling the waiter over with the bill.

After they had paid, the duo walked towards Jared's car quickly jumping in and speeding off into the distance, while the white surveillance van followed.

And so, Tony watched as Jared and Ziva ran into his apartment and began making out. Things moved pretty quickly from here and soon enough, they were having sex.

Jealousy and hate boiled up inside Tony and he watched the other man's hands move all over Ziva. At that moment he would give anything to be in Jared's position.

Kate noticed this and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny that she was feeling a bit of jealousy and hatred too. How could Tony have this affect on her? And now that she had finally admitted to herself that she had feelings for him, he had to go and find an absolute goddess to salivate over. It just wasn't fair. This Ziva chick could not have such a powerful hold on him after a short month, while he had felt nothing for Kate in 2 years!

Kate snapped out of her thoughts and focused on the monitors just in time to see the end of Ziva's session with Jared. They were both panting, covered in a layer of sweat.

"I am just going to the bathroom baby, be back in a minute," Jared said kissing Ziva one last time before proceeding to the door on the opposite side of the room.

Seizing the opportunity, Ziva ran to his bedside table and began rummaging through his drawers. What she found would prove vital in the case against him.

She found money and documents including one addressed to a Miss Jeanne Benoit who for some reason seemed familiar to Ziva. Rummaging a little more, she found burn phone. Going through his recently dialled numbers she found that he had placed 8 calls to a contact he called 'Frog'. Ziva gasped as she realised who this contact was, Frog, connected to an arms dealer, it had to be La Grenouille or Rene Benoit, which proved where she knew the name on the document from. Jeanne must be a wife or daughter. La Grenouille was a French arms dealer Jenny Shepard, the new director of NCIS and a former partner of hers, had told her about while they were in Cairo together. She looked up at the camera she knew had been placed in the room and signalled that she had found something. McGee quickly trained one of the cameras' on the bedside table and snapped a shot of everything Ziva had found.

Suddenly, she heard a gush of water signalling that Jared was finished in the bathroom so she quickly placed everything back in its correct spot and jumped into bed, making it looked like she had never moved. Ziva glanced at her watch, feigning surprise at the time.

"Jared, I am so sorry but I have to get home, I have work tomorrow and I have no clothes or anything here." she lied, pretending to be in a hurry.

"But babe, you work at the Black Panther. How early do you have to be there?" he asked Ziva laughed, while thinking of something to say.

"Well I do have a day job, dancing doesn't pay all the bills," she replied with a smirk.

"Of course. Well then, we have to do this again some time and uh, bring a change of clothes."

"Definitely," she smiled.

She quickly dressed and walked to the door, turning around and kissing Jared passionately, just as she went to walk out the door, Jared called out her name.

"But Delilah, how are you gonna get home? I drove you."

"Uh... I will catch a taxi," she said putting emphasis on the last word.


Receiving her message, Kort sprang into action, jumping out of the van and into the spare cab they had waiting to pick her up. Once she was inside, she relayed all the information she had collected to him.

"So your client is connected to La Grenouille ey?" Kort asked in his British drawl.

"Yes, I must contact the director," Ziva said, knowing how much catching this man was to her friend.

She dialled the number to Jenny's cell. It rang a few times before it was picked up.

"Shepard."

"Shalom Jen."

"Ziva! How are you, it's been a long time," Jenny said genuinely happy to hear her friend's voice.

"Yes, too long, but this is actually a business call."

"Ah, it must be about the case you are working on with Agent Gibbs' team."

"Yes, we seem to have stumbled across an area of particular interest to you," Ziva said

"And what is that?"

"La Grenouille."

Jenny froze upon hearing the name of a man she had been hunting for almost a decade.

"How?"

"We have evidence that one of my clients at the Black Panther is connected to him and a woman by the name of Jeanne who shares his last name."

"Yes, she's his daughter," Jenny said, thinking for a moment before coming to her decision, "I think I will have to send an agent undercover."

"Whatever you think is best director," Ziva replied dutifully.

"Yes, well thank you for sharing this information with me Ziva. Next time you call I expect that it won't be about business. We need to catch up." Ziva smiled, remembering all the good times she had shared with Jenny.

"Of course, shalom Jenny."

"Shalom." Ziva flipped her phone closed and remained quiet for the rest of the ride.


Back At NCIS:

Tony walked down the stairwell that led from the director's office to the catwalk. He had been up there for 40 minutes and the team was now intrigued, though Ziva had a fair idea of what he was up there for.

Her suspicions were confirmed with the first sentence he uttered.

"I'm going on assignment."


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