A/N: What a great overwhelming response to my wonderful city! I have to admit this scene was too fun to write! I love these characters.

"Here's our seats," Tony said, then groaned. "I've got the middle seat. Ziva, trade seats with me."

"I like the window seat, Tony," she told him as she pushed her luggage next to his in the overhead compartment.

He gave her a DiNozzo pout designed to win the ladies over. Except for Mossad it seemed.

"No."

They moved to get out of some passengers way. "But, Zee, you've flown, like, twenty- forty more times than I have. Have a heart."

Ziva rolled her eyes. "Fine. But you must promise to shut it now."

He gave her a hug which she didn't have time to reciprocate then he settled in his window seat and pushed up the sleeves of his long-sleeved t-shirt. He looked at his watch and rolled his eyes. Still an hour before they took off. "Hey, Ziva?" he started then looked to her to find her resting her head back, eyes closed, listening to her IPOD- or whatever brand it was. Curious, he reached out and removed the closest ear bud.

She immediately snapped open her eyes and glared at him. "What do you think you are doing?"

He figured the best course of action was to continue that action. He put the 'bud in his ear. "I want to listen to music."

"Get your own."

He ignored her and bobbed his head to the music pumping through the earpiece. "'Bat Country'? Strange. I wouldn't have pegged you for an Avenged Sevenfold kind of girl."

She shrugged. "Abby and McGee added everything. It is a mixture of things I want and things they added that I did not delete."

Tony grinned. "Let me add some stuff."

She raised her eyebrow. "Like ZZ Hat? I think not, Tony."

He rolled his eyes. "It's ZZ Top, Zee-vah."

"Whatever. It is a strange name no matter what."

The genre changed and Tony knew for a fact it was Ziva's music but it was catchy and he relaxed in his seat only to perk up several minutes later. "Ziva, trade seats with me."

She made a face and started to say something when a person shifting next to their seats caught her eye. It was a tall beautiful blond who apparently had the aisle seat beside Ziva. She rolled her eyes then had an idea. "But I thought you wanted the window seat, my little hairy butt."

He noticed the blond looking at them. "I just realized the rushing of the ground makes me nauseous. Switch."

She smirked. "It is curious you did not realize that sooner. But we shall switch since you request it."

They juggled around once more then Tony sat in his original seat. He flashed his DiNozzo smile at her, which she returned. "Hi," he said, offering his hand, "I'm Tony."

"I'm Sharon."

Ziva rolled her eyes and grabbed an airline magazine to occupy her time.

"Going home?" Tony asked as he smiled at Sharon. "Or do you live in DC?"

"Going home."

He sighed. "Such a pity to meet you just as you're leaving."

Sharon blushed and giggled giving Ziva cause to roll her eyes again. She was about to make her preplanned move of sabotage when someone spoke up.

"Excuse me, but I believe you're in my seat."

All three looked up to see a tall, muscular man standing in the aisle, checking his ticket against the assigned numbers.

Sharon stood and checked her boarding pass as well. "Goodness! I was way off. Sorry about that." She took her carry on and left without another word to Tony.

He sadly watched her leave then looked at the man fold himself into his seat. He looked frantically at Ziva, then pulled her bud out of her ear. "Switch seats with me," he said for the third time.

Ziva turned to glare at him. "This is getting ridiculous, Tony. Give me a good reason to play 'Musical Instruments' once more."

He didn't bother correcting her. "Because Sven here is taking up half my chair and you're smaller. Besides, he's been looking at you and probably wouldn't mind getting to be better acquaintances." He gave her his most pitiful look ever.

She looked to see the man did, in fact, encroach on Tony's area and sighed. "Fine. We shall move once again. But this is only because I do not want you in my space avoiding him. This is the last time we move until the plane lands, understood?"

"Yeah, yeah. I do."

Once they were settled she smiled apologetically to the man. "He wanted to see out of the window."

The man smiled. "Not a problem."

"You are French, yes?"

"From Nicé. I came for... vacation. A trip."

"I have been to France many times. Nice once. Une jolie ville."

"You speak French?"

"Oui."

The man's smile grew wider. "Je m'appelle Jean-Jacques."

"Ziva."

He frowned slightly. "Ziva?" he tried. "Pas Americain alors?"

"Non. Je suis israelien."

Tony had started to listen to her conversation but when they switched languages he gave up. Spanish he could do and with pretty convincing results he might add. Italian he could fake his way through with a proficiency of cursing thanks to Thanksgiving dinners at his grandmother's house when he was younger. Anything else was lost on him so he stole Ziva's IPOD and listened to the mixed variety on that.

The flight was halfway done when the tracks began to repeat themselves and, disgusted, Tony threw the device into Ziva's bag and looked to see his partner laughed at something Frenchie boy was saying.

"Etart sans argent un zoo a engage un homme pour s'habilter comme singe pour une attraction. Les choses allaient grandes jusqu'a un jour ou il est trop loin et est tombe dans le secteur de lion."

Tony rolled his eyes at how transfixed Ziva was.

"'Aide! Aide!' l'homme hurle. Le lion a fonctionne a liu, l'a renverse, et a grogne dans son oreille. 'Ferne vers le d'employment'."

Ziva's renewed peals of laughter shot through his nerves and he didn't stop himself from grabbing her closest are. "Sweetcheeks, you promised this hour to me."

She turned to glare at him. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "I did not bother you and your Cindy."

"Sharon. And you may not have interrupted but that's only because you weren't given enough time to execute it."

She smiled slyly at him. "It would have been great too."

"Listening to James Bond music while having sex on a round bed with silk sheets kind of great?"

"Maybe. I have not listened to Bond music while having sex."

Tony's eyebrows raised all the way. "You've had sex on a round bed with silk sheets?"

"Well, it was more oval shaped."

"What was it like? No, don't answer that. Ok, you can answer it."

Before she could, Jean-Jacques tapped her shoulder. "Un probleme?"

Ziva sat back and just waited for the DiNozzo pompous act. He did not disappoint.

Tony looked the man up and down. "I suggest you go ahead and practice your English. There's not many people like Ziva in America."

Jean-Jacques smiled at Ziva. "Non, there is not that I have met."

Tony stuck his hand out, inches above Ziva's chest to block any views the French man had and to draw attention to himself. "Anthony DiNozzo, Naval Crime Investigator."

He shook his hand but didn't seem too impressed. "If you are naval, should you be in water?"

Tony grinned, having the perfect way in. "See, that's a common misconception, Jacques, although the navy tends to be guards of the water. But crimes to naval personnel can happen on the sea and on the land. Anywhere there's a naval crime my team is called. Usually we only handle the ones in and around our base at Quantico but we found a connection between bases and since there is nothing better than first hand evidence and questioning, my companion and I are flying to our destination to find clues that can break the case."

"I see," was all Jean-Jacques could say.

"Say, I dated a French girl once. Does the name La Grenouille mean anything to you?"

Another A/N: I figured there might be just enough people curious about the joke so here it is: Needing a star attraction for the summer a cash strapped zoo persuaded a visitor to dress up like a gorilla and pretend to be a great ape. The man pretended so well until one day he accidently fell into the lion cage next to his. "Help! Help!" the man cried. The lion roared and ran to him before growling, "Shut up or we'll both lose our jobs."

It was a very lame joke! But the man was French...haha! j/k