Ok guys I am really sorry that I haven't updated in a while!!! I hope you still like the story. Ok so here it goes, tell me what you think from Soph xxx:D

Forty minutes later their car slowed down and McGee parked outside the hotel. Ziva got out of the back seat first and Tony followed after her. He laughed as he saw her stumble in the amazingly high stilettos she had on her feet, but she moved backwards and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ow, Emily, we're supposed to be married and in love, I'm pretty sure a wife wouldn't do that to her husband." Tony muttered in her in ear.

"Well, Matthew, I'm pretty sure that they don't have the parking lot bugged, so I don't have to be your wife until we get into that hotel room. And I'd like to see you try and walk in these things." She hissed back. McGee caught up to them and removed something from his jacket pocket.

"Guys you need to wear these at all times so we can contact you and you need to get rid of your weapons, so you don't look suspicious." He told them as he handed them the earwigs.

"McGee, are you serious?!" Ziva whispered.

"I'm afraid so. We have placed you both a gun in the bedside tables, just incase, but you can't take them out with you." He replied. Ziva sighed then handed him her gun and Tony did the same. McGee checked the weapons, then looked at Ziva.

"Ziva, where's your knife?" McGee asked.

"Um, well I left it at home." She murmured. McGee looked at her again.

"Ziva give it to me." He ordered. She rolled her eyes and passed him the knife.

"When did you become so bossy, McGee?" Ziva said.

"Hey! I'm just doing what Gibbs told me to do." McGee replied defensively.

"Steady on soldier, no need to get angry." Tony smiled.


As they got closet to the entrance of the hotel, McGee dropped back a bit so that he didn't come into the hotel at the same time as Tony and Ziva. Tony placed his hand on Ziva's back and they walked up to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm Chelsea. How can I help you today?" the lady at the desk asked cheerfully.

"Hi Chelsea, I have a room reservation for Matthew Saunders." Tony grinned.

"Ok here we go, Matthew Saunders, you're in room 408, would you like someone to take your bags up to your room?" She said.

"Yes please." Tony replied.

"Ok. Here is your key, I hope you enjoy your stay." The lady smiled. Tony smiled back and took the key from the girl and they walked towards the elevator.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with her." Ziva whispered into his ear.

"Me, flirting with her? Of course not." Tony laughed. "What's the matter? Jealous?" Ziva rolled her eyes at the question and continued walking and stepped into the elevator.

"Well, you are supposed to be my husband." She replied.

"Hey, like you said, we don't have to be husband and wife until we get into the hotel room and besides, I'm just getting into character, and from what I've learnt about Matthew and Emily Saunders, fidelity wasn't one of the strong points in their marriage." He told her.

"Oh I get it, so when the room service guy comes up, I get to grab his ass without you saying anything, yes?" She smiled.

"You can do anything do want my dear," he replied. The elevator slowed and seconds later the doors opened at their floor, they walked out and went to find their room.


They got to the door then Tony turned to face Ziva.

"Are you ready? Are you ok to do this?" Tony asked. She nodded her head and then he opened the door. "Boss, Director, we're in the room." He whispered.

"Ok, I need you guys to discretely look around the room, there'll be something weird in the flowers or under the bed. I'll send McGee in later to clear them up, but until then, you two are married, Ziva remember Emily Saunders was American." Jenny replied. The two agents did as they were ordered and slowly walked around the room. Tony crept up behind Ziva and grabbed her butt, she turned around and slapped him.

"Ow! That's the second time today, you hurt me z- honey." Tony squealed.

"Well, being fair, I did warn you." Ziva replied. Tony was shocked to hear the almost perfect American accent she had adopted.

"Yes- yeah I suppose you did." Tony stuttered. Ziva laughed at his response. They both cringed when the voice in their head yelled.

"DiNozzo! You found anything other than Ziva's ass yet?!" Gibbs barked.

"Still looking- I mean looking around the room, boss." Tony replied. He was quickly saved by the hotel phone ringing.

"Baby, get the phone would ya?" He called in slightly different accent to his own. Ziva scoffed and got up of the bed.

"You're a pig Matthew, you know that right?" she snapped. Tony smirked then Ziva picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Bonjour Emily, it's Elle. I see you're finally here." The lady spoke.

"Yes and Matthew's already driving me crazy!" Ziva muttered as she looked at Tony.

"My dear, well I'm sure you married him for a reason, right" Elle laughed.

"I know, but right now I'm having trouble remembering that reason!" she replied.

"I'm sure it will all work out fine. So anyway, I have received news on the shipment." She said quietly.

"Oh yes?" Ziva answered trying to sound surprised.

"Yes. My associates say it can be here within ten days." Elle replied.

"That's extremely good to hear!" Ziva said.

"Very good, so how about we celebrate? Tonight. There's a little Italian restaurant two blocks away from the hotel, you can't miss it. It would give us a chance to finally meet face to face." She told her.

"That's fine with us." Ziva answered.

"Great! So we'll meet you there at about 8pm?" She asked.

"Yes 8pm, ok. Goodbye." Ziva said the last sentence and then put the phone down.

"Who was that, Emily?" Tony asked.

"That was the sisters, we're meeting them for dinner tonight." Ziva answered.

"Ok. So have we got time to shake the sheets Mrs Saunders?" Tony playfully raised his eyebrows and Ziva rolled her eyes.

"There's always time for that, Matt." She grinned.

Ok sorry that took so long to write but I'm on holidays now, so I'll try and get a fair bit done. Plz tell me what you think, I really appreciate it! ta my dears, love Soph xxx:D