A/N: Sooo... here it is..

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(A/N: yes, I skipped Saturday.) Sunday, Eleven Forty Five AM

"You are allowed off the crutches," The doctor told Tony. "But I want you to be careful when you walk."

"Of course," Tony smiled.

"No DRIVING!" the doctor insisted.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Tony said.

"I believe we're done here," she smiled. "Just remember to check in with the front desk for your next appointment."

"Will do," Tony said getting off the table and walking out, without his crutches.

"How did it go?" Jenny asked, coming out of the waiting room.

"Great. I can walk without crutches now," Tony said.

"That's great." Jenny smiled. "I made your next appointment, it is in October."

"Thanks," Tony said. They walked out of the office and to the car.

Sunday Twelve Thirty PM:

"I'm back!" Tony yelled, walking through the Gibbs' door.

"Tony!" Abby yelled, running up to him. "Thank God your home!" she hugged him.

"What's going on?" Tony asked, noticing the nerves in Abby's voice.

"Ziva's father's here," Abby said.

"Here!" Tony said looking around.

"No, at NCIS with my dad. But he's demanding that she leaves with him. She's upstairs packing. She keeps saying she doesn't want to hurt anyone and I can't get her to stop," Abby cried.

"I'll talk to her," Tony said walking towards the steps. He went up carefully. Tony knocked on her door.

"Ziva?" Tony asked the closed door. "Ziva, can I come in?"

Ziva opened the door then walked back to her suitcase.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked.

"Packing. I am leaving," Ziva told him.

"Where're you going?" Ton asked, pretending he didn't know anything.

"Israel. I am going back with my father," Ziva said, not taking her eyes off her thing things, walking around and putting thing after thing in her bag.

"Why?"

"Tony, please, do not do this. You know why," Ziva said.

"Please don't go," he whispered walking towards her.

"What am I supposed to do?" Ziva yelled, turning towards Tony with tears in her eyes. "What do I do?" she whispered.

"Stay, here," he said.

"How? To America, I am an immigrant. If it is not my father deporting me, then it will be immigration," Ziva said.

"Come with me," Tony said.

"Where would we go?" Ziva asked.

"I don't care. Anywhere," Tony said putting his arms on her shoulders. "I have money, we can go anywhere."

"Tony, we would be on the run. That is not the life I want for you," Ziva said.

"Please," Tony whispered, tears now in his eyes too.

Ziva's heart broke. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight against her. Tony put his arms around her waist and held her.

"Please, we can tell Gibbs. He can get us anywhere we want safely. I have all the money we need, just, please, don't leave," Tony whispered in her hair.

"Okay," she said into his neck. More tears fell. "I will call him."

Tony nodded and sat down on the bed with her in his lap. Ziva got out her phone and called him.

"Yeah, Gibbs," he answered in an angry voice. Dealing with people he couldn't stand pushed him over the edge.

"It's Ziva. I…Tony, has a plan to buy us some time," Ziva said.

"Yes, Director, please, explain," Gibbs said covering it up. He didn't want Director David to know who he was talking to.

Ziva understood what he was doing and told him what she and Tony had thought of. "Send us somewhere. Somewhere that is safe. Tony has money in the bank, he said to use it. He said that we leave on a random vacation and it will not be your fault I left. We just need to get away quickly and quietly. Once we are gone, make the computers lie, tell Mossad we went the other way. Anyway away from where we are," Ziva said.

"I understand," Gibbs said. "I don't want to share a case with the FBI anymore than you do. Let them have jurisdiction. I'll send you the paper work by fourteen hundred hours."

"Tony's bank numbers and statements and in his room in the file cabinets if you need them," Ziva told him.

"Of course," Gibbs said. He hung up the phone.

"Everything okay, Special Agent Gibbs?" Eli David asked.

"Transferring a case to the FBI," Gibbs said.

"Interesting," Eli smiled. "Now, back to my daughter."

"I thought we were done talking about her?" Gibbs said.

"You were," Eli said. "I would like her back. She does not belong in this country."

"Who said she was in this country?" Gibbs asked.

"Agent Gibbs, I demand to know where my daughter is!" Eli yelled, slamming his fists on the conference table.

"I don't know," Gibbs said, telling the truth. He didn't know her exact location. "She could be anywhere."

"I tracked her here. She is in D.C. and I want to know where!"

"I don't know," Gibbs said.

"I will find her, and when I do, you will pay for keeping her from me," Eli said, starring at Gibbs. Gibbs glared back just as menacingly.

Sunday, Five Forty Seven PM

"Let's go," Tony said, leading Ziva off the plane. They had got a fax from Gibbs saying to go to the airport. They went on the plane, not knowing where they were going. Now they were getting off.

A man came up to them. "DiNozzo?" he asked.

"Who?" Tony asked, not giving out his name.

"Gibbs sent me. I'm taking you to your hotel," he said.

"I think you have the wrong person," Tony said, leading Ziva away from the man.

The man got on the phone then walked over to them again.

"Phone for you," he said, handing it to Tony.

"Tony," a voice said.

"Gibbs?"

"You can trust him," Gibbs said, hanging up.

Tony smiled and closed the phone. "We're ready to go," Tony said, picking up his carry on and Ziva's.

The man led them to his car. Tony sat in the back with Ziva.

"You two will be staying at the Hilton. Your names are Sarah Dietzel and Mike McGovern. All of the stuff is under Mike's name," the unnamed man told them. "You'll find everything you need in your room."

"Thanks," Tony said.

"Gibbs said that you are booked here for two weeks, paid in advance. The room service fee will be billed to the room. From there, Gibbs said to pay with the money you have. If you need more, call speed dial number seven," he said handing Tony a cell phone. "Then leave the room for about an hour. Your money will be placed under the bathroom sink."

Tony nodded his head.

"You two are just a couple on vacation. You're are in Key West. There are brochures for things to do in the hotel. Gibbs said to have fun. You two are safe here. My team will be following you guys around discreetly. If anything is wrong, we'll get you guys out of here," he said. "My name is Jim, by the way. You will not contact anyone from D.C. Is that understood?"

Tony and Ziva nodded their heads. "You need anything, contact me. I am number six on speed dial. If it is an emergency, call number one."

"Thank you so much," Ziva said as they pulled up to the hotel.

"No problem," he said.

They both got out of the car and grabbed their bags. They packed light, only things they needed. They walked into the hotel and to went up to the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm checking in," Tony said to her.

"Welcome to the Hilton. You name, please."

"Michael. Michael McGovern," Tony smiled.

"I see you booked suite 394. Here are your key cards. Do you have any more luggage?" the women asked, handing them each a key card to their room.

"No, we packed light," Tony smiled at her.

"Well, call room service if you need anything. Please, enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," Tony said. They both walked to the elevator in silence. Tony tired not to limp on his bad leg. They rode up to their room and walked down the hallway.

"Here we are," Tony said, opening the door. They walked into the room. It was big, really big. It had a sitting area and a giant TV. There was a balcony that opened bedside the bed. There was one, large bed in the center of the room.

"Tony?" Ziva asked, turning to him. "Do you mind if I take a nap? I am tired from the flight."

"Go right ahead," Tony smiled. "I'll be on the couch if you need me."

Ziva nodded and walked over to the bed. She laid down and instantly fell asleep.

Tony surfed through the channels and couldn't find anything on. He looked over and saw that Ziva was asleep. He smiled and walked over. He took off her jacket and her shoes and lifted her legs and placed the covers over her. He bent down and placed a light kiss on her lips then walked back to the couch. He put on TCM and soon fell asleep as well.

Sunday, Seven Forty Two PM

"Wake up, Tony," Ziva said, shaking his shoulder.

Tony's eyes opened then closed. He groaned and turned to face the inside of the couch.

"Tony," Ziva whined.

He didn't move. She stood up and climbed on top of him. His eyes opened as soon as he felt her weight on him. He could tell she was being careful with his leg. She slipped her body between Tony and the couch. Her head was level with his neck and her toes were perfectly in line with his.

"Tony," she whispered, "can you please get up?"

"Why?" he asked.

"You will not sleep tonight if you sleep right now," Ziva said. "And, I am hungry. I have no doubt that you are, too."

Tony smiled and nodded. He leaned down and rested his head on hers. "Room service or do you want to go out?"

"Hhmm…." she said, undecided.

"I say room service," Tony said.

"I agree," she smiled.

"Awesome," Tony said. He rolled over and got off the couch. He walked over and grabbed the menu off of the table and brought it back to the couch where Ziva was. "What do you want?"

"Hm. Pasta is fine with me." Ziva said, looking at the menu in his hand.

"I think I'm going to get… hmm…..Mac and Cheese," Tony said.

Ziva laughed and handed him the phone. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom while he ordered their food.

Tony called and ordered the food. He then walked over and grabbed him wallet out of his bag. He placed it by the door to be ready to tip the room service person. He then looked around the room again, soaking in the last few hours. His mind started to wander, what would they do? They didn't bring bathing suits. He was sure he could buy them, but Ziva always wanted to help pay. Maybe he would buy it as a gift, then she couldn't yell at him.

"No, Tony," Ziva said, walking out of the bathroom.

"No, what?" Tony asked.

"No to whatever you are thinking," she smiled.

"What if it is a good thing?" Tony asked, walking towards her.

"When is anything you are thinking ever good?" Ziva laughed. Before she could say another word, his lips were on hers.

"I was thinking about doing that," Tony whispered against her lips.

Ziva smiled. "Maybe some things going on in your brain are okay, for now."

Tony smiled and kissed her again. This time, he placed his hands on her cheeks, holding her in place. Ziva smiled and pressed her body against his. They finally broke the kiss when there was a knock at the door.

Ziva's eyes filled up with fear. "Go into the bathroom," Tony told her. She did as she was told.

Tony walked over to the door. He slowly opened the door and was greeted by a man in a nice suit.

"Mr. DiNozzo?"

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room." Tony said.

"I don't think I do," he said. "I was sent here knowing exactly who you are."

"I do not know a Di… What was the name again?" Tony asked.

"DiNozzo," the mystery man repeated.

"DiNozzo," Tony said. "It doesn't sound familiar, but if I find him, I'll be sure to let you know." Tony shut the door and locked it. He grabbed the cell phone and pressed six.

"I think our cover has been blown," Tony said quietly into the phone.

"Who?" Jim said.

"A man is outside asking for DiNozzo," Tony said.

"Shit. I will be right there. Don't open the door again," Jim said. "Don't go near the windows, stay together."

"Will do," Tony said hanging up and walked quickly to the bathroom.

He opened the door. "Ziva?" he whispered.

"Tony?" she asked back looking from behind the shower curtain.

"Yeah," he said.

She came out of the shower and looked at him. "Who was it?"

"Everything is going to be fine," he said.

"Who was it?" she asked again.

"I don't know," he said quietly. "He asked for DiNozzo."

Ziva put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making noise. "He works for my dad."

Tony pulled her close. He leaned against the sink and pulled her into his lap. "Sshh, we're getting out of here. Jim is almost here and we'll be okay."

"Tony," she said tears now going down her face. "How can we escape? They probably have the hotel surrounded."

"I'll find a way," Tony said into her hair. "I won't let him take you."

Ziva cried against Tony shirt. After ten minutes, Tony started to get worried.

"I'm going to call him again," Tony said. "He should be here by now."

Ziva nodded and sniffled. She lifted her head off his chest and sat on the toilet lid.

Tony picked the phone up and called number six again.

"Hello."

"What's going on?" Tony asked.

"I am taking care of them as we speak. A man named Joseph Valois is going to pick you guys up. He is tall with blonde hair. He will be wearing a red shirt and Khaki pants. He is one of my own. He will be there in five minutes. Pack everything and be ready. He is going to take you to the airport. We are sending you elsewhere for the time being," Jim said.

"We'll be ready," Tony said.

"Good. Don't wear anything with your name on it. Tell Ziva to wear a hat," Jim said. "Also, listen to whatever Joe tells you. He tells you to stay, STAY. If he tells you to run, RUN. Got it?"

"Understood," Tony said.

"Okay. He's on his way. He will pick you up at your door. He'll knock five times on the door then meet you in the elevator on the right."

"Thank you."

"Stay safe," Jim said hanging up the phone. He turned and went back through the door into the sound proof room.

"What is your business here?" he demanded.

"I was sent here to find a boy," the man said.

"Well, you are being sent back. You have NO business being here," Jim said.

"I will not leave until I have the boy," the man said adamantly.

"You will leave when I tell you to!" Jim yelled, slamming his hands on the table in front of him.

"Not without the boy."

"What do you want with this boy?" Jim asked, trying to calm himself.

"He has information that my superior needs."

"And what information is that?" Jim asked.

"The whereabouts of Mossad Director Eli David's daughter," the man said.

"What has the rebel child done now?" Jim asked.

"She has done nothing. Mr. DiNozzo has kidnapped her," the man replied.

"Kidnapped?" he asked.

"Yes. She has been taken from my Director. Abducted from his own home and brought here against her will," the man said.

Jim remained calm, knowing it was a lie. How would it look if the director admitted his own daughter ran away from him?

"If I see anything, I will be sure to contact your director, but YOU are finished looking for them here," Jim said. "Agent Johnson is happy to escort you directly to the airport right now."

Jim left the room and went to make a phone call to Gibbs.

"Yeah, Gibbs," the phone said.

"He sent a man here. Somehow he is tracking DiNozzo's funds. They believe that DiNozzo has taken her hostage and is keeping her from her father," Jim said.

"Damn It!" Gibbs said angrily. "Where are they now?"

"They should be about to get on a plane. We have booked them into a hotel in Alabama. Then they'll connect with a nonstop flight to Seattle," Jim said.

"Okay," Gibbs said. "I'll have my people look at the records and do something about them. Call me once they've gotten on the plane."

"I'll personally be on it with them," Jim said, walking out of the agency and to his car. He shut his phone then sped off to catch the plane. He made sure he wasn't followed and then caught up with Tony and Ziva in the lobby.

"Mike!" Jim smiled, walking over to the couple.

Tony recognized Jim immediately. He gave the older man a confused look.

"Mikey! Mikey boy!" Damn kid! You've grown so fast!" Jim said, hugging Tony. He then whispered in Tony's ear, "As of right now, our cover is that we are cousins."

"You don't remember me?" Jim said, looking hurt. "Tommy. Remember, you were the ring bearer at my wedding? Eh, that was so long ago, you were how old? Maybe seven? You've defiantly grown up. Where are my manners, who's this young lady?"

Tony looked at Ziva, who looked super confused. "Sarah, this is my cousin, Tommy. Tommy, my girlfriend, Sarah. Well, if it's okay with Sarah," Tony said.

Ziva bit back a smiled. "I think it is okay with her," she smiled looking at him. "It is nice to meet you Tommy, surprisingly, Tony has told me nothing about you."

"Eh, I haven't seen him since the wedding, how long has it been, about ten years, maybe a little less," Jim said.

"Where are you headed Tommy?" Tony asked.

"Alabama, you guys should come. I hear that it is the safest place in the coast it being hurricane season and all," Jim said.

"That sound like a good idea," Tony smiled.

The three pretended to catch up on the fake life they were about to live. Once the plane was called, they got on. Tony and Ziva were seated next to each other. Ziva had the window seat. Tony's leg had barely fit under the seat in front of him. Ziva laughed.

"Comfy, Mike?" she smiled.

Tony glared at her. "Yeah, if this is what they meant by comfy in the Webster dictionary, then, I am so, so comfy!" he said in an angry and joking tone.

Ziva laughed and kissed his cheek. "This ride is short. Only about two hours. I will make sure you come out alive."

"Thanks," he groaned. "Hey listen, while we're stuck here, let's play a game."

"Game?"

"Yeah, it's called Never Have I Ever," Tony said.

"How do you play?" Ziva asked.

"Well, you just say something that you have never done. You are trying to keep the most fingers up. If you have done something, you will put one down," Tony said. "Understand?"

"I guess," Ziva said. "You start."

"Okay, hhmm…Never have I ever, lied to a girl," Tony said.

"Are you sure you are playing right?" Ziva asked. "I am unsure if you are telling the truth."

"I'm telling the truth. I don't lie to women. I think you should tell them exactly what you mean. Women, women read more into things when you are unclear. You have to tell them exactly and give them details or else things end in disaster," Tony said.

"Should I take offense to that?" Ziva asked, laughing.

"No," Tony said. "I learned when I was young, never lie to a woman about feelings, it never ends well."

"And who were you in love with at such a young age?" Ziva smiled.

"I learned it from my dad," Tony said quietly."He and my mother used to fight a lot, my dad never once told my mom how he really felt. When she died, he regretted everything and then blamed me for it."

"Tony," Ziva said placing her hand on his. "I did not mean to bring it up, maybe we should do something else."

"Yeah."

"How about we…watch a movie?" Ziva said.

"Movie?"

"The plane will put one on in a few minutes, I am sure we can ask an attendant for two head phones." Ziva said.

"Do you know what's playing?" Tony asked.

"Who do I look like? Houdini?" Ziva asked.

"No, you're way cuter," Tony smiled, pushing a piece of hair out of her face. Ziva blushed. "I love it when you blush," Tony said placing a gentle kiss on her cheek

"I know." Ziva whispered. "I love it when you point it out." she thought.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes.

"You're really beautiful," Tony said breaking the silence between them.

"Thank you," Ziva smiled. She leaned in a kiss him lightly. "Watch the movie," she whispered pointing to the screen above their heads. Tony turned to look at the screen. He watched the film without headphones for a while, then he called over the attendant and she brought them over two pairs. They watched the movie together. Ziva fell asleep in the middle and her head rested on Tony's shoulder. He didn't mind. He swung his arm around her shoulders and twirled her hair that was sticking out of the baseball cap she was wearing.

"Attention all passengers. We will arrive at our destination in five minutes. Please close all trays and sit up straight. Make sure all overhead compartments are secure. If you need help, please ask an attendant. We hoped you had a pleasant flight and thank you for traveling with Island Air," a voice said through a speaker.

Tony took out the headphones.

"Sarah," he said, shaking her side. "Sarah, we're here."

Ziva moved and opened her eyes. She smiled weakly and sat up straight. She placed everything in her and Tony's bags then buckled her seat belt and took Tony's hand.

"Where are we again?" Ziva said.

"I don't even remember. That might be a good thing," Tony smiled, squeezing her hand.

They both followed Jim through the airport, only carrying the light bags they brought. After an hour of running around, they finally made it to the hotel.

"Okay, your names have been changed again. This time you are Christina Careria and Eric Hatten. I'll be staying in the room beside you. It's connected by a door that I'll have a key for. I'll be your cool uncle who brought down his nephew for a fun time. Call me Uncle John for now," Jim said as they entered the secure car.

"Okay, Uncle John," Tony smiled.

"Don't be a smart ass, Eric," Jim said.

Tony and Ziva laughed. They rest of the ride was silent. Once they arrived at the hotel, Jim checked in and then they went up to their rooms.

Tony placed their stuff down on the floor and then flopped on the bed.

"I am exhausted!" Ziva said lying next to him.

"It is one o'clock in the morning, of course you are tired." Tony said.

"If I had the energy I would hit you right now." Ziva moaned grabbing a pillow and attempting to hit him in the face.

"Go to bed." He said. "We can unpack tomorrow."

"K." She mumbled, falling asleep before Tony could take another breath.

Tony smiled and looked at her. He took off her shoes and for the second time today, he tucked her in and placed a gentle kiss on her nose. He then changed into a tee shirt and shorts and got in bed next to her and soon fell asleep.

A/N: So... what do you think? Reviews! Any IDeas?