A/N: Thanks for the minimal reviews on the last chapter. I guess you guys gave up on me, yes? Please don't!


The rest of the year passed with no other attempts on the teenagers' lives. Their summer finals passed by with good grades all round, although Ziva had highest in most subject and Tony had the lowest. Abby beat Ziva with highest at Chemistry and McGee beat her with highest in Computer Science and Math Statistics.

The summer holidays were fast approaching, and the last day of term suddenly seemed closer than it had before.

"Are you going back to Israel for the summer, Ziva?" Tony asked Ziva, who had to suppress a smile. She had a surprise waiting for her friends, but she wasn't going to tell them until they were all there.

"Unfortunately, yes." She said sadly. "Although we are going to visit Morocco and Egypt for our holiday."

"Sounds… sunny." Tony said dreamily. "I don't think we're doing anything…"

"We? Who?" Abby asked, walking into the library where Ziva and Tony had been talking.

"Ziva's going to Israel for the summer." Tony said sadly.

"Oh! Ziva! You meanie!" Abby cried, and glared at the Israeli.

"Okay, okay!" Ziva put her hands up in mock defeat. "I have something I want to ask you guys."

"Ooh okay." Abby sat down next to Tony, and McGee sat on the edge of her chair.

"I was wondering if you would all like to come and spend the summer in Israel with me. We can visit Morocco and Egypt and anywhere you want really." Ziva smiled nervously.

"Woah!" Abby grinned and clapped her hands gleefully. "That's awesome! Count me in if I can get my parents to agree!"

"Me too." Tony was a bit nervous as apparently Israel was a rather… violent country, but the whole summer with Ziva? That cancelled out any negatives a million times over.

"Do you have an internet connection?" McGee asked Ziva, who laughed.

"Of course! You can try out the technology in Mossad too, if you would like." She offered, and McGee brightened.

"Count me in!" He exclaimed.

Tony's parents were happy that they wouldn't have the burden of him over summer; Abby's parents thought it would be a great experience, and McGee's parents were ecstatic that their geeky son was at last making friends, so in the end they were all on the plane direct to Tel Aviv. They processed their tickets, and Tony, McGee and Abby were surprised to find out that Ziva's father had bought them tickets for first class.

"Ah, comfort." Tony exclaimed, remembering the comfortable first class he remembered. Ziva smiled, since the plane was Middle East Airlines, and their first class wasn't quite as top notch as the American luxuries.

Their luggage was transported to the plane, and they were left with a few hours to go shopping. The girls dragged the boys around the different shops, although Tony was the only one who got at all bored in the bookshops until Ziva found the newest Henderson's Boys book and he decided he liked book shopping in the end after all.

Soon their flight was announced, and they were boarding the plane. Tony looked a bit miffed at the not quite as luxury as he would have preferred first class, but he had seen the economy class and decided first class was way better. Tony was next to Ziva, and Abby next to McGee.

They all slept at various points on the flight, and Ziva and Abby mostly read their books, Tony read Eagle Day and his magazines, and McGee did things on his computer which no one else had any idea what he was doing as when anyone went to look, he made the screen black. Ziva suspected he was considering bombing the United Kingdom, Abby thought he was doing something for the Secret Services, and Tony, being Tony, suspected McGee was looking at porn.

When they reached Tel Aviv after a tiring flight, Ziva seemed to be the only at all awake. McGee's eyes looked bleary and Abby seemed still half asleep. They were met inside the airport by an Israeli man.

"Shalom, Mikhail." Ziva greeted the man.

"Shalom, Ziva." He bowed his head, and Ziva introduced the others.

"Abby, Tony, McGee." She said, and he shook each of their hands.

"It is good to meet you." He said in good English. "Ziva, your father was regretful that he could not meet us but he says I should take you to his office."

"Regretful." Ziva laughed sourly. "He is 'busy' is he?"

"Unfortunately so." Mikhail tried not to show that he agreed slightly with what Ziva was saying as he led them outside into the swelteringly hot sun. They arrived at the Mossad Headquarters after a twenty minute drive, and were escorted to the Director's office immediately. Ziva knocked on the door.

"Enter." A man's voice called out, and she opened the door.

"Shalom, Aba." Ziva greeted her father warmly, smiling.

"When did you start wearing so much make up?" Her father asked, slightly disgusted after studying her for a while.

"Nice to see you too." Ziva said sarcastically.

"America has made you soft, Ziva." He told her, and Ziva raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" She asked, and then turned to introduce her friends. "Papa, these are Abby, Tony and McGee."

She pointed to each person in turn, and then turned to smile at her father. Eli eyed Abby warily.

"It is good to meet you all." He said, not displaying any trace of emotion at his daughter's friends. "Mikhail will show you to your accommodation."

And with that, Eli turned back to his work, and Mikhail was left to escort the four teenagers to their accommodation.

"Did I mention that America dropped nuclear bombs on Afghanistan yesterday?" Ziva added before she left. "Oh, I forgot. You're just so 'busy' you wouldn't notice."

She closed the door behind her with more than enough force but her father didn't even look up.

"Did America really bomb Afghanistan?" Abby asked, shocked.

"I was just testing his attention, Abby." Ziva smiled at how naïve Abby had seemed. "Come on."


A/N: Please review! I hope you enjoyed!