Changed a few things in this and the previous (10th) chapter. However, you do not have to re-read anything but feel free if you want to. However you might not even notice a difference. In chap 10 I just added a Gibbs/Ziva scene and a few other minor things and in this I only changed the dates. I did all this because I rewrote the story and it now goes in a completely different direction than I had planned.

Tony woke up late the next morning. He looked down and noticed Ziva lying on his chest. Asleep. He didn't want to disturb her, she had a rough night. He took out his cellphone.

10:15. Crap. I'm late. I overslept.

When he realized just how late he was he instantly jumped out of the bed, ready to speed to work, completely forgetting about Ziva, who was still very much asleep with half of her body lying on his. As he jumped she fell onto the floor with a loud thud. She groaned but was up in a few seconds, ready to fight the threat.

"Oh god Ziva. I am so sorry. I didn't meant to-" he started to apologize.

"I know." she interrupted him

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. What time is it?"

"10:15. I'm more than 3 hours late for work. Do you have to be at NCIS too?" he sighed while changing into Jeans and a dress shirt right in front of her.

"No but I should've called my director an hour ago. He'll be angry by now." She remembered, trying not to stare at his abs and completely failing.

"High five. I guess we're both in trouble now" he raised his hand for her but she just looked at him incredulously.

"This isn't funny" Ziva glared at him.

"The ice queen is back" he chuckled.

"Oh shut up" Ziva laughed and added, "You better hurry if you don't want to be 4 hours too late"

"Right. Ciao ice queen" he yelled and ran out of the apartment.

After he had left Ziva called her father and hoped for the best.

"Officer David. You were supposed to call at 9am your time."

"I know abba and I'm sorry bu-"

"No Ziva. That's the second time this week."

"I know an-"

"Then why didn't you call. I have places to go and meetings to be."

"I am sorry that I am wasting your precious time father. I couldn't call you earlier because I was sleeping. Do you know why I was sleeping until ten today? I was up all night thinking about my deceased 's right, he's dead because I shot him. Like you wanted. You actually made me shoot your only son. What sort of father does that?" she yelled with disappointment, anger and sadness in her voice.

"Ziva! I did what was best for all of us"

"Maybe for you"

"He was out of control. I'm glad he isn't a threat anymore. I will arrange a transport for his body back to Israel. I am going to write you further details later"

"Shalom" she said and hung up quickly before saying something she would regret later.

Eli David always manages to make me furious.

Then she decided to text Tony to get her mind of things. He would cheer her up.

Ziva: Was Gibbs angry?

Tony: Nope, not at all. He was really thoughtful actually

Ziva: Didn't picture him as the nice boss. I mean you were 3 hours late

Tony: Ikr. He normally isn't. Did you talk to your director btw?

Ziva: I did. He is furious, I am furious.

Tony: Doesn't sound good. Please don't punch holes in my walls because of your boss.

Ziva: Haha, very funny [inserts annoyed emoji here]

Eli David: I organized a private jet for you and Ari. It will leave Monday at 6am. You are going to escort his body to Tel Aviv. Don't be late this time. A vehicle will be there to escort you to Mossad headquarters after the plane landed. Most of our family is staying at my mansion. You can stay there too or get a hotel room if you want. His funeral is going to be the day after, on Tuesday. Dress nicely. Paparazzi will be there at the synagogue.

Great. I'm already looking forward to the dress shopping thing because I have nothing else to do than spend my time in a shopping center with thousands of other people.

Tony watched McGee typing at NCIS. He was bored. There was nothing to do today, except cold cases. He will certainly not bore himself to death even more with them. He wondered what Ziva was doing. He had texted with her just an hour ago and she said that the director had texted her. He only talked once with Eli a couple of years ago and he didn't seem so approachable. Quite frankly, he looked kind of scary even to him.

"Tony!" McGee said loudly

"What?"

"Why aren't you working? Your desk is full of sheets"

"I'm bored and the senior field agent so you can do them instead of me"

"Ok" the younger agent answered and carried the stack of papers to his desk.

"Ok? That's all you have to say?"

"Yeah. I'll do them"

"No protest? Complaints?"

"No" he shrugged.

Kate's death must've hit him harder than I thought.

"I´m home" Tony yelled and jumped onto the couch. He didn't see Ziva lying on there and landed with his butt a few inches away from her head.

"Don't ever do this again" she threatened.

"Noted. What did Eli tell you?"

"You mean Director David?"

"David" he repeated and raised an eyebrow

"David is a common name in Israel." she stated, quickly changing the topic. "He yelled at me, asked why I forgot to call him again. I told him that I shot Ari. I will have to go back to Israel for a few days. And attend his funeral. I don't really want to go, the paparazzi will be there and I don't want to see The terrorists sister talks about shooting him as the new headline of some newspaper article."

"First of all that totally won't be the case. Nobody will have to know who really shot him. Gibbs is probably filling out his report right now, writing that he was the one who shot Ari. However, I understand your concern. Do you need someone to shield you from them?" he asked and she immediately knew what he suggested. (I dunno if there would actually be paparazzi. I mean he was famous as a terrorist, as the guy who shot a special agent and as Eli's/the Mossad Director's son.)

"Sounds good. Do you know someone who could do it?"

"A certain very handsome and charming Italian who is also a very special agent would love to help you."

"McGee?"

"NO. If I had suggested McGee I would've said a very nerdy and dorky agent who likes to play videogames and pretends to be an elf lord"

"Who is it then?" she teased

"ME"

"I would love to be accompanied by an annoying and nosy guy who likes to brag about him being an agent"

"I didn't quite understand the last part but I would love to go to Israel with you."

"Should I rephrase my last part so even a guy like you could understand?"

"A guy like me? A bit passive aggressive today aren't we? I'm already hurt Ziva, you do not have pour salt in my wound"

"I didn't even touch you and I wasn't planning on pouring salt in-"

"I think I'm gonna have to buy you a book about all these sayings"

She chuckled and replied, "You can start packing your suitcase over the weekend. The flight will leave on Monday at 6 in the morning. We'll have to get up at 4 so we'll arrive at the airport around 5."

"4AM? You are kidding right?"

"You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I promised to go with you. You can't get rid of me that easily"

"I noticed. Pack your best suit, all my relatives will be there"

"Great. It's my turn to meet the family"

"We do not have to pretend we're together in front of them. I´ll introduce you as a friend I met at a café who offered to play my bodyguard and keep the paparazzi away."

"So you don't want to tell them that I picked your drunk-self up from a club?"

"We can tell them the true story if you have a death wish. I am sure my father would gladly send you on a suicide mission for Mossad. Maybe, if you're lucky he will make me go with you. Then you would at least have a 30 percent chance of surviving."

"On second thought your story sounds fantastic" he agreed and left the room to pack.

Tony: Can I take the next week off. I know the team only consist of McGee and me but I need to go somewhere. Personal matters. It's important.

I hope he knows how to open a message.

Gibbs: I sm ltting Abby writ thwis. Sorry for the mistakes. Gibbs still hasn't figured his new phone out. Anyways, take your week off. It seems like there will be no cases anyway. I still have Abby, the most amazing person. It's a pleasure to work with Abby everyday. I am not as cool as her. Please forgive me world. I love my team, even if i don't show it the way she does. See you next week! xoxo Gibbs and Abby.

Tony: Thanks Boss. Doesn't even seem like Abby helped you.

"Wake up Tony" Ziva said at exactly 3:55 AM.

"Mmh. Ziva. No" he murmured and pulled her down onto the pull-out couch. She landed next to him, his arm holding her down.

That's nice. However, he has to get up I cannot miss the plane.

"Tony" she complained, trying to wiggle herself out of his embrace. Instead of loosening his grip on her waist, he only pulled her tighter against his body.

"Five more minutes" he pleaded.

"Whatever you want. I am going to go now. I'll be back in a few days. Bye" she announced, pinching his arm so she could stand up.

"Alright. I´ll get up. What time is it?"

"4"

He blinked a few times, then looked at the clock.

"You little liar. It's only 3:56. I still have 4 minutes."

"No you don't, if you value your life. Now release your hold on me and get up!"

"I'm up, I am up" he said and raced into his bedroom to change.

They ate breakfast at a small airport café and everything went like planned.

They flew in a private jet. The jet looked expensive and had a huge half-sofa half-bed thing in the middle of it. The casket was at the far end secured with a few ropes so it wouldn't move around. Ziva good mood fell when she spotted it and he tried his best to make her feel better throughout the whole flight. First he tried to distract her with small talk. No success. Then he offered her some of his chocolate. She declined and continued to look at the casket. After that he asked her if she wanted to play a game. Ziva said no and he couldn't help but noticed the slight annoyance in her voice. Then he threw gummy bears at her. This made her even more annoyed with him. He stopped his attempts and caught up on some sleep. She soon slept in too and they only woke up mere minutes before the landing.

"We slept through most of the flight. The pilot has just started the descent"

"I'll miss this couch… or is it a bed, doesn't matter. I bet the bed at the hotel won't be half as comfortable as this thing. Your dad must be pretty rich if he rented us a jet"

"He is. He is also going to be pissed that I brought you along."

"Well…I could disguise myself as a girl and play one of your girlfriends. Would he like me better then?"

"Oh Tony" she laughed and continued, "This is ridiculous. You could never pull this off and I actually want to make my father angry. He forced me to move to the US and didn't even bother to rent me an apartment-"

"I would be an awesome girl"

"Antonia? Even a small kid would figure it out."

"Where are we gonna stay?"

"Most of my family will be at my father's mansion but I do not know if it's a good idea to take you there."

"Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of them?"

"The other way around. Neither my father nor the rest of my family know that I brought an American with me. I also don't want my father to interrogate you because he won't believe me that you're just a friend. He always did that with my guy friends when I was younger."

"I'm a federal agent. I interrogate people for a living. Nothing that he does is gonna intimidate me."

"You think? Now we are definitely taking a hotel room." she said and raised an eyebrow.

12

After the plane had landed Ziva got into a black SUV and drove to Mossad headquarters with the casket in the back while Tony took a cab to a near hotel he had googled shortly before they split up. He arrived there 5 minutes later and asked if they had a free room.

"How long will you be staying?" the receptionist asked. He hesitated.

How long will we really be staying here? I should've asked her. Does she want to leave right after the funeral and take the next flight home or does she want to stay a few days with her relatives?

"2 nights, until the day after tomorrow" he replied

"What kind of room would you like, sir?"

"For 2 persons… Do you have two-bed rooms?"

"Nope. This is a wellness hotel only targeting couples in their honeymoons. We only have rooms with double beds. "

"But you have a couch in each room right?"

"Of course."

"I'll take the room but without breakfast or something"

"That's 85$ per night and person. 340$ in total?"

"Can I pay by credit card?"

"Certainly. We take Visa, Master Card and American Express"

He paid, filled out the forms and got the keycard for room number 506. The receptionist also informed him that the spa and wellness area is included. Fortunately he always takes his swimming trunks with him, just in case there's a pool like in this hotel. He grabbed their bags and dragged them all the way up to the third floor. Haven't they heard of elevators in Israel? Completely out of breath he opened the door with his keycard and threw the suitcases on the King-sized bed next to a panorama window and a huge flat-screen TV. The bathroom looked equally amazing with a huge shower and an expensive looking sink and floor. The only thing that looked like crap was the couch. It was tiny and gross. He sat down on it anyway, hoping that it was soft and cozy, which it wasn't. Seriously? Everything in this room is amazing except the thing that should've been. I mean, you can't even say that this is a decent couch. I'll have to sleep on there. Lucky me. I guess you don't need a sofa during your honeymoon. When he had calmed down again he he texted Ziva the address of the hotel and their room number. Then he changed into swimwear and headed down to the spa area.

Ziva: Thanks. I am not sure when I will be back. I have a meeting with my father in 10 minutes.

Tony: No hurry, I am gonna enjoy myself at the pool during your meeting. I thought you were at Mossad headquarters. Does your dad already know that you took me with you?

Tony texted back and sat down on a deck chair. He felt like he was the only guy down there who didn't have a girlfriend or wife. This is really a hotel targeting couples. He swam a few laps in the pool but felt awkward trying to prevent swimming into the kissing couples everywhere in the water. He got out and checked his phone: 1 new message from mon petit pois.

Ziva: Yes I am at Mossad and no he doesn't

The message was sent an hour ago so she probably is still in a meeting with her dad who apparently works for Mossad too. It will be better if I text her back later.

And in the meantime I'm gonna take a quick nap. Normally I'm not that tired after a flight. Must be the jetlag.

He closed his eyes and immediately drifted off to sleep.

Ziva arrived at the hotel one hour later and rushed up to their room.

I kind of missed him today. I guess it's just because I'm used to having him around and not because I have feelings for him, which I don't.

She knocked onto the door but nobody opened. That's when she decided to check if he's still at the pool. She spotted Tony lying on a chair, sleeping with his mouth agape. She chuckled, thinking of the best way to wake him up. That's my chance for revenge. I mean, he shot gummy bears at me. Next to the chair was a tiny bucket, probably a toy for children. She took it and filled it with the water. Then she poured it onto him. He shot up, screaming like a little girl.

"You are going to regret that Miss David" he threatened her playfully. He was wet and had an angry look on his face. Ziva couldn't take it anymore and started laughing hysterically. For a few seconds he just stared at her, completely dumb folded but then he smiled evilly. He threw her over his shoulder and walked to the pool.

"You would not dare" Ziva challenged. He just smirked and jumped into the water.

"I won" he told her cheerfully. She was swimming next to him, glaring at him through her hair that was sticking to her forehead.

"You didn't"

"I did"

"No you didn't"

"You are the one swimming in the pool with casual clothes on, not me. I guess it will be very awkward to go up to our room soaking wet, looking like a drowned rat."

"This isn't over yet Mr. DiNozzo and using idioms doesn't make you better"

"It certainly would help you to use and understand them Ms. David" he smirked and then climbed out of the pool.

"You lost Ziva. Accept it."

"Revenge is sweet." She answered and smiled

"I am proud of you sweet cheeks. However, you still have to go up alone, using a single idiom won't change anything. Maybe someone will offer you a towel." He said and left the room.

Ziva slowly climbed out of the pool too and walked up the stairs to their room. She noticed that quite a lot of people were staring at her and just glared at them angrily, making them mind their own business again. Tony was leaning against the doorframe when she got there. Why does he always have to be so sexy? He smirked when he saw her.

"Enjoying yourself Ziva?" he said when he caught her staring. She didn't even react and continued watching the water drops rolling down his chest.

"Earth to Ziva?" he said and waved a hand in front of her face.

"I'm sorry I zoned out .Did you say something? "

"No. Come in, people are staring at us, especially at you" he rolled his eyes and led her in. "and you have to check out this room. It's a-m-a-z-i-n-g."

She looked around in awe, "This is really…wow. Well if you leave out the couch"

"Yeah. That's kinda disappointing. Especially since I have to sleep on there"

"No. You're going to sleep on the bed. I'll take the sofa."

"No way Ziva. You, bed. I, couch."

"I slept in your bed for the last few weeks."

"So what?"

"So I am going to sleep on this couch"

"Whatever sails your boat"

"I will just take that as a yes and ignore the boat thing."

"Yeah. Change of topic. What did your father say? How did it go?"

"It was ok, I guess…" she started but trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes.

**Flashback**

"You can meet the director now" a dorky looking assistant informed me shyly. It seems like everyone knows who I am here. I thanked him and walked into my father's office after I had texted Tony. "Shalom abba" I greeted him. "Ziva. Sit down" he ordered. "I am comfortable standing" I replied stubbornly. "Officer Levy, the one who picked you up from the airport, told me that he saw you exiting the plane with a man. If this man wasn't the pilot, which I strongly believe, then you may want to tell me something, don't you?" he said angrily. This isn't exactly how I pictured him finding out. I have already had the perfect way of telling him and now this nosy guy Levy ruins the entire plan. Maybe I can distract him so I have more time to think about a new plan. "It's rude to eavesdrop. Haven't you taught your Officers to mind their own business, director?"

"Answer my question Ziva"

"Yes. I brought a guy with me… but I can explain."

"He is American?" he asked. However it rather sounded like a statement.

"He is. I met him at a café and told him about the funeral. He offered to be my bodyguard and shield me from the paparazzi. I accepted and he is a great man father. It felt nice having someone to talk with during the flight who can actually talk back. I mean I've tried having a conversation with Ari but somehow, I don't how but he didn't quite get the whole 'You have to answer if somebody asks you a question' thing, you know… but I guess you forget that after your DEATH. Also it would've been very creepy to talk to a corpse but that's just my opinion" she added and chuckled bitterly.

"Your sarcasm is noted, Officer David. This is not funny. You invited a guy you barely know to the funeral of your half-brother. Are you planning on making him stay at the mansion with the others?"

"No. We booked a hotel room"

"I am not happy with you but he can come to the funeral to shield you." He said and I was taken by surprise. This was too easy. Does he feel bad because he ordered me to kill my brother?

"Good. See you tomorrow" I replied and walked away. Only then I realized that I still haven't bought a dress. I went to the mall and tried on a few dresses, already hating this trip. Probably because of my looove for Shopping. Maybe I could just go in black cargo pants and a simple black t-shirt. However we don't want to provoke my lovely father, do we? So in the end I bought a nice black dress. It was a simple skater dress that goes mid-thigh and has rather revealing scoop neckline.

"Ziva? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. My father is okay with you attending the funeral"

"Great. I'm gonna take a shower"

"Do you mind if I check out the hotel bar?"

"Have fun. I would need a drink too if I just had a talk with my father." He smiled and added, "But I would change first. I don't think it is allowed to go down there in wet clothes. However, I think you would win every wet tshirt contest if there were any right now." He commented as he checked her out. How come he only realized now how hot she looked with that white shirt, which was now see-through and clinging to her body?

"Is that the best you've got? Now go take your shower. I have to change"

"You know the shower can always wait. You can start stripping down now, honeeey"

"Gladly" she purred, taking a step towards him as she pushed him onto the bed. She looked at him cheekily before lifting her shirt, pulling it over slowly her head and positioning herself so that she was straddling him. Then she removed the hair tie, allowing her hair to fall down from its ponytail. His yes grew wide. Was she really doing a striptease for him? She was now standing in front of him clad in only a bra, oh and those cargo pants she always wears. However, he could only enjoy his view a seconds before she threw her still damp shirt into his face. She leaned it so her face was near his ear and whispered: "Next time it will be my knife". Ziva removed the fabric from his face only to slap him lightly on the cheek and push him in the direction of the bathroom.

"Now behave or I might change my mind and throw the knife now" she warned

"Easy there my ninja. I am gonna go shower"

She put on a black pair of skinny jeans and a casual white t-shirt before she went down looking for the bar.