Before he knew it, three months had passed since he had begun training with Mossad. Officer David had started to warm up to him, if you could call it that. She no longer glared at him when she spoke his name. On the rare occasion that she praised him, she would touch his shoulder or give him a nod. They were small things, but her actions made him feel like he had made the right choice.
At six months she had come to him, offering him one on one training. While his sniper skills were the best in his class, he was still having trouble with hand to hand combat. So every day at 1800, they met in the Mossad gym for a few hours to spar.
"Once you feel comfortable hitting a woman, you will be able to hit a man." She had told him during their first training session. It took him another month before he was able to disarm her.
Now standing over her, he felt a small surge of pride rush through him. Ziva was well known in the agency, not just because of her Father, but for her skills as an officer. He had met many men, Malachi included, who had openly said they would never challenge her to a fight.
She gave him a smirk as he pulled her to her feet. "Good, but don't get cocky. Never let your guard down." She lightly slapped his cheek before leaving the pad to go change. "See you in the morning!" He watched her go, smiling to himself.
-.-.-.-
Kate clenched her teeth as Gibbs drove through the DC streets. She had been on his team for several years, but she still wasn't used to his driving techniques. To say he drove like a bat outta hell was putting it nicely. She let out a breathe as they pulled up at the hotel.
"Think they'll resist us taking them in?" She asked her boss as they climbed out of the car.
"Not if they know what's good for them." Gibbs answered.
"Mrs. DiNozzo seems like a handful."
"Yeah well, she is Mossad."
As they walked down the hallway, Kate glanced at the room that was taped off with caution tape. In her years as a federal agent, this was probably one of the weirder cases she had worked.
Stopping at the door, Kate put her hand on her gun, though she silently hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Gibbs banged on the door three times. "Officer's, Special Agent Gibbs. Open up!"
They waited as the lock slid back and the door opened. Tony gave a sigh as he looked at them. "I'm assuming you have a warrant?" Gibbs held up the piece of paper as Tony moved to let them in the room. "This isn't gonna go over well…" He glanced at the agents before calling out to his wife. "Ziva!"
Ziva exited the bathroom, her hair wet from a shower. Kate couldn't help but notice that the Mossad officer looked a little pale compared to when they had seen them this morning.
"What?" She studied the NCIS agents. Tony silently handed her the arrest warrant. She skimmed it before looking up. "I suppose you will not believe me when I say this is not true?"
Gibbs nodded his head silently.
Tony reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell. "I'm calling the embassy." His voice tense. Warrant be damned, they weren't taking his wife in for questioning.
Ziva threw her arm out, grabbing ahold of his. "No."
"Ziva,"
She turned to him, locking her eyes with his. "No, Tony." He studied her for a moment before nodding. Something in her eyes told him she knew something, but couldn't tell him what.
"Ok."
"We can do this unofficial," Gibbs said, drawing their attention away from one another. "No cuffs."
Ziva folded her arms across her chest. "Why would you do that?"
"Because Officer DiNozzo, while I may not always agree with our Director, I know how important our relations with your country are."
Ziva nodded. "Fine. But I am bringing my weapons."
"You can bring them, but once we're on base you'll turn them in."
Ziva nodded. "Understood."
As they followed Gibbs and Kate out of the hotel, Tony took a hold of Ziva's hand. She looked at him, giving him a small smile before squeezing his.
-.-.-.-
The fact he was American and slightly older than his training group made it hard to connect with other training officers. So when the few probie officers that had warmed up to him invited him out that weekend for a drink, Tony agreed.
He had spotted Ziva, who was sitting with Malachi as soon as they walked into the bar. He wanted nothing more than to go over and talk to her, but he knew that wouldn't be a good idea. So Tony silently watched her from across the room as he drank his beer, jumping into his group's conversation from time to time.
He was about to call it a night when one of the probie officers stood, and stumbled over to Ziva. "Oh god…" Tony muttered.
The room quieted down as Ziva looked at the young man. "Officer David, I hear you offer one on one training." He said, a drunken grin on his face.
"You heard wrong," Ziva said, turning her attention back to Malachi.
Undeterred, the young officer leaned forward, wrapping an arm around her. "I don't think I did." By now, Tony had stood up, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Word around Mossad, is you are giving the American extra lessons. So, how much would it cost for me?"
Before Tony or Malachi can say anything, Ziva was on her feet and had shoved the officer against a wall. She ignored them calling her name as she pulled a knife from her waist, placing it against the officers neck.
"Next time you make a pass at a woman, you had better make sure that woman is unarmed." She growled. "If you were not so unimportant, I would castrate you right here and teach you a lesson." The young man didn't say anything as she removed her knife and backed away.
She jerked her head at Malachi, who followed her out of the bar, leaving Tony standing next to his table.