Tony tapped on the car's steering wheel. He hated working a stakeout alone. Even worse, he hated that he was tailing Ziva. It all just felt wrong.

He'd watched from across the street as Ziva entered the cafe and took the table in the back. His curiosity built with each minute she sat there alone, waiting for an unknown someone to meet her. Tony was contemplating confronting Ziva, when a couple strode into the cafe and to her table. The woman was blonde, fair skinned, walked gracefully, and when she smiled Tony had to admit she was pretty gorgeous. The man, on the other hand was tall, dark, and broody-looking until he opened his arms and grinned happily as Ziva stepped into his embrace.

Tony flipped through his print out he'd made the night before until he found the face of the man sitting next to Ziva. Eyal Lavin.

He was still tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and watching as Ziva was setting her phone down on the table when his own rang. He clicked it on and answered gruffly without looking at the caller ID. "DeNozzo," he barked.

"Tony, it's McGee."

"McGee, I'm glad you called," his voice lightening immensely. "I need you to look closely at one of the names on that list. Eyal Lavin. He's the guy that came to see Ziva."

"I'm not calling about the list, Tony."

"We'll, then what is it?"

"Ziva just called. She wants Abby and I to run a trace on an IP address. She's coming to Abby's lab with a couple other people. She said she'd be here soon."

"What?" Tony questioned. He looked over at the group in the cafe just in time to see them stand. "Damn it," Tony hissed. "McGee, I've got to go. I'll see you in Abby's lab."

Tony hurried out of his car mumbling to himself. He crossed the street in a light jog wanting to time it just right. He swung the cafe door open and plastered a grin across his face as he looked directly into Ziva's startled face. "Ziva," he announced, overly cheery. "Fancy running into you here."

"Tony, what are you doing here?" Ziva asked, her voice low. "Are you following me?" She laid a hand on his chest and forced him back out onto the sidewalk.

"What? I don't even get a 'hi Tony' or maybe a 'how are you, Tony'."

"Tony." Ziva's voice was stern and vaguely threatening.

"Hi, special agent Anthony DeNozzo, NCIS," he said, ignoring Ziva's glare and holding his hand out to Eyal Lavin and the blond woman next to him.

The woman smiled, took his hand, and said, "Annie Walker. It's nice to meet you. This," she said gesturing to the man standing next to her, "is Eyal Lavin."

"It's nice to meet you," Eyal said, shaking Tony's hand.

Tony made a thoughtful face. "Israeli?" Eyal nodded reluctantly. "Then you must be Ziva's Mossad friend."

"Former Mossad," Eyal corrected.

"Tony," Ziva said again sounding a bit more irritated.

"So what does that make you, Ms. Walker? Homeland? CIA, maybe?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Annie answered, a wide smile spread across her face.

"Tony!" Ziva finally spat. She took a deep breath and continued, calmer, "Tony, we do not have time. We need to get going."

"Yes, of course. Abby's waiting for you."

"How?" Ziva gasped. "You are following me. You need to stop this. It is none of your business."

"You're wrong," Tony said as Ziva tried to walk past. "You're my partner, Ziva. Let me help you," Tony insisted, his voice growing soft. "Bodner hurt you and he hurt Director Vance. I want him too."

Ziva looked at him for a long moment before nodding. "Okay, Tony. Okay. We have a possible lead. Meet us at Abby's lab." Ziva turned to Eyal and Annie. "I will call ahead and make sure you get into the navy yard without any trouble."

"Perfect," Annie said. "I know where to go. We'll see you there." She tugged on Eyal's arm and they both retreated to a silver sedan parked nearby. Tony watched Annie as she slid into the passenger seat. He was curious as to how she fit into all this.

"I will meet you at headquarters?" Ziva asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Yeah," he said turning back to you. "Let's get to work."