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Making Up for Lost Time
Chapter 12: Page 57
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A/N: Just a very short chapter with some information I felt necessary to supplement chapter 11.
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The next morning Tony awoke early. He was starting to understand how Ziva had always been able to jump out of bed at times he had considered as just wrong. While he was extremely happy about being with Ziva, there always was this undefined pressure, weighting onto his shoulders.
He pushed those thoughts aside and watched his sleeping wife lovingly. Yesterday, they had mailed the letters for their friends back in DC. He had been concerned that just simply mailing them from Italy would be not be safe. Tony should have remembered that his wife was a highly trained spy.
But that realization had come to him soon enough: Before they had started to write their letters she had handed him gloves and then, after they both had finished writing their individual letters and also the note to the team as a group, she had put all those pages into a sturdy envelope, sealed it and then written NCIS's address on it. Following this she had put the first envelope into a second, addressing it to a mail drop in India. The came a third envelope, which had been addressed to a place in Perth, Australia, yet another old contact of her's.
But for Ziva this still hadn't been enough misdirection. When she had finished stuffing envelope into envelope into envelope, having put the correct, local postage on every single one before stuffing it into the next, she had put some kind of grease in the area where the post office would probably put the postmark on the envelope. While Tony still had been wondering how she had gotten Indian and Australian stamps in Italy, she had told him that the grease would almost certainly cause the postmark to blur beyond recognition while in transfer.
Tony shook his head in amazement and wondered what other surprises she still had in store for him. Then he noticed the super-spy lying next to him stiring slightly and turned his focus back towards her. God, he loved her! A few minutes later she opened her eyes, immediately a hundred percent alert and returning his gaze.
"So, how did you like page 57?" she said, smirking at him.
"If you have to ask, I think we must have done something wrong," he answered
But fortunately they still had a little time before they had to get back on the road to return to their hideout.
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