Title: The DiNozzo Diaries 2: Midnight Express
Author: rekkidbraka
Rating: T
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance; humor; angst
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: From final two eps. of Season 6
Summary: Sequel to "The DiNozzo Diaries." Special Agent Tony DiNozzo's most private thoughts and desires revealed, chapter by chapter. TIVA. Warning: Intense sexual content in some chapters. No slash.

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Nice visit we had in Morocco, not counting my killer headache from taking that blow to the brain. But otherwise, I can't complain. Ziva worked on her tan (yeah, the black bikini made a surprise appearance... heh) and I worked on watching her work on her tan. Whenever we had some downtime. Which was hardly ever.

Of course, we didn't forget why we were here. Turned up some more of Jeanne's contacts, mostly businessmen who swore they had no idea she was running guns -- even when we pressed them on it. (OK, when Ziva pressed them -- and that's some kinda pressing.) Seems Jeanne whipped out the old M.D. as cover again and was working locally at a hospital. Maybe it pays her rent. Or her bill for all the handcuffs and other torture toys. Who knows?

Couple of the biz boys ID'ed Rivkin when we showed them his ugly mug. Weird thing was that most of them didn't remember seeing him with Jeanne. Those guys said she'd been with another man -- yeah, shocking -- and that he didn't look a thing like Rivkin. Said he was older. Had an accent. That's about all we got from them. They weren't exactly in a talking mood.

I'm gonna go way out on a limb here and guess that Dr. Do Anyone might've been fooling around on RIVKIN. Now I wonder how many other guys she was sleeping with when I was with her. Christ...

I need a shower. Quick.

Good thing we're on the redeye outta here tonight. Don't think I'll ever be able to watch "Casablanca" again the same way. Thanks for that, Jeanne. Thanks a lot.

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Vance isn't happy with our progress -- or lack thereof -- on this leg of the mission. Says he called in a favor to get us "help." Last time I heard that said, that Sam guy parked himself at Ziva's desk and took over the office.

Ziva and I don't need anyone's help. Look, we had a setback. Now we're both OK. We're back on it. Don't need anyone coming over to mess things up. Unless it's the Boss. We could use him. That wouldn't be a "favor" Vance would have to use, though. Wonder who's headed to help out?

Kort? Nah... He's already scurrying around somewhere over here, working his own angles on tracking down Jeanne. Been no help to me and Ziva at ALL. Can't even get in touch with him. Bastard.

Mann? Maybe. Vance coulda asked Eli to send her for backup. That wouldn't be so bad. She's pretty helpful. Gets great intel. Smart, too. I trust her.

Wonder if another Mossad guy's coming over? Nothing against them because Ziva's Mossad and so is Eli and, hey, they saved me from Jeanne back outside of Tel Aviv but after seeing how Rivkin operated...

Guess I'll find out when we get to our next stop.

On to Rome.

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HELL of a flight. I swear Vance is booking us on the worst airlines he can find. Think he's trying to see if we'll crack under the pressure. Or if the planes will.

Soon as we got off that flying deathtrap and landed, I kissed the ground here in Rome. Actually, I kissed the carpet in the airport. People didn't have to stare like that. Trust me, if they'd have been on that damn plane they'd have been frenching the gate area, too. Took me forever to find Ziva in that crowd. C'mon, it wasn't THAT embarrassing.

And now, of course, we've been waiting on our bags for... one hour? Two hours? Heck, it's been so long that I FORGET! Y'know, I've really had it with this. I'm gonna go find whatever linguini-brain runs this place RIGHT NOW and...

No. Freaking. Way.

"DiNozzo! You look like hell, man!"

Kill me. Kill me now.

"And Ziva... YOU look fantastic. But I can't imagine you looking any other way."

Vance. You son of a bitch.

"Well, don't just stand there sucking up air, DiNozzo. The car's outside. Already got your bags."

Gun. I need my GUN.

"Ziva, it would be my pleasure to escort you. How was your flight from Morocco?"

Not happening. This. Is. Not. Happening.

"DiNOZZO! YOU'RE HOLDIN' UP THE TRAIN! SHAKE A LEG!"

He is here. Flirting. With my girlfriend.

"Ziva, will you please ask Tony to join us? Sam really hates to be kept waiting. And we're already behind schedule."

Damn you, Vance.

And damn YOU... Callen.