The following morning, Tony and Ziva stood in the elevator moving downward.

She had helped him get dressed into the Ohio State gray hoodie she had brought him, gingerly working around his surgically repaired hand. He whimpered and whined, which in a way made Ziva happy, he needed her. She loved helping him.

The doctor wanted him to stay for another day, but Tony would have nothing of it. He wanted his own bed, TV, donuts, amongst other things. Ziva had promised to take care of him and get him his favorite, a jelly donut.

Ziva peeked towards Tony, his eyes were staring at her..."What?"...She questioned, catching a glimpse of his infectious smile, she looked back, he was still staring at her, his smile had widened..."Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're beautiful."...He remarked, the white of his teeth now showing.

Ziva started to blush..."Stop it."...She called out in her embarrassment.

Tony turned, placing his good hand on her shoulders, turning her so they were facing one another..."Ziva..."...He started to speak.

"Yes, Tony?"...She answered, biting at her lower lip.

His hand moved to her cheek, she closed her eyes as he leaned in, kissing her.

The elevator doors opened, an older man and woman waited to get on the elevator..."Aww, Herb, why don't you kiss me like that anymore?"

"If you looked like that, Beth, I would."...The man boasted, grinning towards an even more embarrassed Ziva.

"Heh."...Tony looked at them..."Sorry, sir, this one is taken."

"Rats!"...The man exclaimed.

The woman slapped him on the back of the head, which made Ziva chuckle softly, she raised her hand to her mouth, trying to muffle it.

Tony and Ziva stepped off the elevator, letting the elderly couple on..."I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"...The man apologized repeatedly.

Ziva turned around, Tony was still staring at her..."That is getting creepy, Tony."

"I can't help it, Ziva."

Tony lifted his hand back to her cheek, but didn't touch her, he leaned in, their lips almost touching, staring into one another's eyes. He softly started to sing...

"You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like heaven to touch..."

Tony's hand touched Ziva's cheek as he soon as he sang the word touch, her body quivering, her eyes slowly closed.

"I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you."

Ziva opened her mouth, devouring his hot breath, he pressed his lips against hers, she quickly kissed him back..."Take me home."...She gasped as she pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I know you're not ready."

Ziva's eyes opened, she moved her hand to the back of his head, her fingertips twirling at his hair..."No...TAKE ME HOME."...She grinned, raising her voice, she pulled his head down to her, kissing him again.

"OH! Heh."...Tony grinned..."Um, you drove."

"Right."...She steps away from Tony, taking a few steps, but stops, reaching back, grabbing his left hand and pulls him out a set of double doors..."I almost forgot you."...She chuckled, looking back at him.

"Heh. We can't have that now, I believe you're gonna need a very important part or is it, piece of me, Zee-vah."...He grinned.

A black limousine pulled up in front of them as two men in dark suit came up from behind them. One of them placed his hand on Tony's shoulder..."Get in the car."

Tony swung his head towards the man..."Can I refuse?"

The man held open his jacket, showing a handgun.

"I'll take that as no."

"They are Mossad, Tony."...Ziva spoke up.

"For some reason, I don't find that very comforting, Ziva."...Tony bent over, ducking into the back of the limousine.

Ziva stepped to the car, but the man closed it behind Tony.

"Not you, Ziva."...A man spoke.

Ziva cringed at the man's voice, as soon as she heard it, she knew. She turned looking at the bearded middle aged man..."What are you doing here, Ezra?"...But she already knew.

Tony sat across from a older salt-and-peppered bearded man in a black suit and tie..."If this is about Gigli, I swear to God, I returned it."

The man just stared at Tony, he reaches into his inside jacket pocket, pulling out a case, he opens it, revealing four cigars, he takes a cigar out and extends the case towards Tony, offering him one.

Tony takes it a cigar from the case, sliding the cigar into the pouch of his hoodie..."I'll save it for later, thanks."

The man nodded as he reached into another pocket, pulling out a gold cigar cutter, he places the end of the cigar into the cutter..."Are you circumcised, Mr. DiNozzo?"...The man spoke in an Israeli accent, he presses down on the cutter, cutting the end of the cigar off.

Tony gulped loudly, watching as the end of the cigar fell to the floor.

"Hmm?"...The man lifted a lighter to the cigar lighting it as he puffed on it.

Tony thought for a moment, he had thousands of witty comebacks, but he liked his penis quite a bit more than jokes, so he remained silent.

The man reaches down to his side, picking up a newspaper, showing him the photo of Ziva and him kissing outside of the theater.

"Cool!"...Tony grinned, he reached out for paper, taking it from the man..."I so need to frame this, can I have it?"

Tony lowered the paper, leering over the top, the man just glared at him. Tony raised it, trying to block out the man. The man cleared his throat.

Tony folded up the paper the best he could, handing it back to the man..."That's okay, I'll get my own."

"What are your intentions with Ziva David?"...The man asked.

"Only of the good kind, Sir."...Tony quickly retorted, flashing a smile.

The man smirked..."Tell me about yourself."

"Can I ask you a question first?"

The man took a puff of his cigar, he nodded.

"Are you gonna kill me?"

"Maybe. It depends on your answers."

Tony quietly groaned..."50/50, huh? Better than 0, I guess."...Tony re-adjusted himself in his seat..."Well..."...Tony started to think..."Umm."

"Something easy to start, like your birth date...you know, July 8th, 1971."...The man took another puff of his cigar, blowing smoke out towards Tony..."You also survived Y.Pestis."

Tony cocked his head and softly laughed..."Yyyyyou're good."...He leaned forward..."Lets see, my turn-ons are: pizza, fudge! Everyone loves fudge! Catchin' the dirtbags and OHHH, I also enjoy long walks on the beach! As for turn-offs: rats, my car being blown up and the ex-girlfriend who accused me of murder."

Tony sat back..."I'm also very, very fond of your daughter, Director David...and yes, I'm circumsized, do you want to see it?"

The man rolls down the window..."Ziva."...He gestures her to get in the car.

The car door opens, Ziva climbs in..."Why are you here, Aba?"...She looked at Tony..."Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ziva, just having a nice conversation with your dad and he didn't threaten to cut off my penis or anything!"

"Y-you know?"...She looked at her father..."You threatened to cut off his penis?!"

"You are Jewish, Ziva, you know our customs."

"Aba!"

"What, Ziva?! Can I not look out for my only child? You are the only thing I have left!"

"Not when you are threatening to cut off the penis of the man I love!"...Ziva gasped, moving both hands to her face, she turned her head towards the rear window.

Her father looked at Tony, then back to Ziva. He moved his hand to her face, turning it so she was looking at him..."You love him?"

Ziva titled her head down, her father raised her chin up with his fingers, he looked into the eyes as tears started to flow down her cheeks..."Aww, Ziva."...He presses his lips against her forehead..."Ken, Ziva."

"Aba?"

"You have my permission."

Ziva smiled as she hugged her father.

"Permission for what?"...Tony said, with a puzzled look on his face.

Her father swung his head, looking at Tony..."When you are ready."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...did I just get engaged and not even know about it?"

Ziva laughed, letting go of her father, moving across to Tony, hugging him tightly..."No, he has just given you his blessing."...She gives him a peck on the lips..."I love you, Tony."...She closed her eyes, kissing him again. Tears starts to stream down her face.

Tony lifted his hand up, wiping away her tears..."Don't cry, please."

Ziva sniffles..."I can not help it."

Tony smiles..."We haven't even had sex yet, Zee-vah! Heh."

"Tony!"...She leaned back..."My father is in the car."

"It's okay, he is circumsized."...Her father spoke up.

Ziva turned, looking at him oddly..."ABA!"...She shook her head, looking quite disturbed.

"What, he's halfway to being Jewish."...Her father shrugged..."Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Thanks for spoiling the surprise, DAD!"...Tony grunted, then laughed.

Ziva's cell phone rang, she digs into her jacket, answering it..."David...I will be right there, Abby. I must go to NCIS for a minute, Tony"...Ziva said, getting off of Tony, moving to the door.

"I will take you, Ziva."...Her father spoke.

She looked towards her father..."But my car."

"Give your keys to Ezra, he will drive it for you."...Her father replied.

Ziva walked into the Abby's lab, Abby turned and looked at her..."You will not believe where she is."...Abby said, handing her a piece of paper.

Ziva looked down at the paper, reading it to herself. Ziva laughs..."You are joking, yes?"

Abby was silent, pressing her lips tightly together.

"But how would she know that?"...Ziva asked, looking very confused.

"How indeed."...Abby replied, turning back to her computer..."Oh, I made..."

"You did not make a voodoo doll of...ugh, did you?"...Ziva moved next to her.

"No, but now that you mention it, I can."...Abby smirked.

"No, no, that is okay."

"Here."...Abby handed Ziva her Ariel plush doll..."I fixed it like you asked me, too...I made some adjustments to it and now it works again."...Abby squeezes the tail, it started to play Under the Sea again.

Ziva smiled..."Thank you."...Ziva quickly hugs her.

Abby gritted her teeth, Ziva had never hugged her before..."You okay, Ziva?"

Ziva pulled away, smiling..."I am great!"...and just as quickly as Ziva arrived, she left.

Abby grinned..."DiNozzo does it again."...Abby joked to herself.

Tony sat at his desk, typing very slowly with his left hand, he keeps making mistakes, having to hit the backspace key a lot..."Jeez. I thought I sucked at typing before, but damn, now I'm taking sucking to a whole new level."

"What in the hell are you doing here, DiNozzo?"...Gibbs asked, moving down the stairs.

"Ziva had to talk to Abby and I was with her, so I'm here and well, I got bored, so I decided to do my report from the shooting."

"McGee already did that report."...Gibbs said, moving behind his desk.

"Aww, McGee! Where is he? I could kiss him right now, Boss."

"How's your hand?"

"It's good, Gibbs. Don't feel a thing. The shot the paramedic gave me hurt more."

"Good."...Gibbs clicked a couple keys on his keyboard and headed towards the elevator past McGee's desk..."Go home, DiNozzo."

"I love you, too, Boss!"...Tony grinned.

"You are ready to go home, hmm?"...Ziva asked, standing behind Tony, she leans down, resting her chin on the top of his head.

Tony rolled his eyes and tilted his head back..."You're really gonna have to teach me how to do that, my little Israeli flower."...He smiled.

"Aww, a new nickname, yes?"...She smiled..."I love it!"

The elevator dinged, Agent Fornell stepped off, Agent Sacks shadowed him as they made their way to Tony's desk.

"Where's Gibbs, DiNozzo?"...Fornell asked.

"Still pronoucing my name with a T, I see, huh, Toby?"

Fornell glared at him.

"I told you the FBI didn't have a sense of humor, Zee-vah."...Tony said, looking back up towards Ziva.

Gibbs stepped off the far elevator, holding a cup of coffee..."What are you doing here, Fornell?"

"Bad news."

Ziva's face changed immediately from a smile to worried, it hit her in the stomach like a sledgehammer. She could sense it coming and she hated it.

"What bad news, Tobias?"

(Do not say it, please)...Ziva begged inside her head...(Jeanne would not actually go through with her threat would she? Of course not. No one is that evil, right?)

"Anthony DiNozzo, you're under arrest..."

"THAT BITCH!"...Ziva yelled, jumping to a standing position.