It had been a couple of months since Tony had been in Italy, and he definitely didn't mind his small house. It faced the water, and Tony didn't mind the short walk to work, either. Though he didn't hate Naples, it was difficult living by himself again, and most of all being away from Ziva and Ariel. He talked to Ziva daily on the phone, even if it was only for short periods of time. And on the off chance she didn't answer her phone; he would leave long messages for her to listen to after work. Talking to Ariel wasn't quite as easy, because she didn't have the attention span to sit around and talk on the phone for hours.

He enjoyed his work here, though it wasn't quite as simple as it was back home. The Europe field office's area of responsibility stretches through Europe all the way out to the Balkans, the Mediterranean, Scandinavia, Iceland, Northern Russia, and the Black Sea, Israel, and the countries located on the Eastern horn of Africa. There was a lot more travel involved, and he was in charge of his own team.

There was Adam McDowell, he was from Ireland, and had been working at NCIS for five years already. He joined NCS after being honorably discharged from the Marines. Tony couldn't help but think of McDowell as a mini Gibbs. Then there was Chad Elliot, he became an NCIS agent right out of college. He was born in America, but his parents brought him over to Italy when he was young. There was also Gabrielle Richards. She was the youngest of the agents, and had just started NCIS two years ago. She was born in France, but her parents raised her in the U.K. She had been a police officer prior to NCIS, but didn't find it as interesting.

Tony didn't have much trouble from his team; Adam was only a few years younger than himself, so they got along about most things. Chad was determined, he had a way of doing whatever he wanted, which usually got him into trouble. He was by far not Tony's favorite, but he was a hard worker. Gabrielle was young, had a good sense of humor, and had a way of making the team happy every day. She was cool in tough situations, and always got her work done.

Tony thought of his team as he locked the door behind him and began his short walk to the field office. He had gotten into a routine, and he walked the same way every morning, saying a quick hello to some of his neighbors, and then turning and walking up the hill to the NCIS building. He opened the door, and climbed up a flight of stairs to the second level. His team was already waiting for him, and there was a hot cup of coffee sitting on his desk.

When Tony had first arrived, the bullpen was straight and the desks weren't facing each other. The first day, Tony had them all configure it to how it was back in D.C, he felt more comfortable that way. They didn't mind, and they all happily arranged the desks and got to work.

"Thanks." Tony said, picking up his coffee, and then looking down at the stack of papers on his desk. They had been working on a case, and they had been following a young man across Europe. He had been sucked into the arms trade by his father, a notorious arms dealer. It was a difficult case, and Tony found himself relating it back to the case with La Grenoille. He shook his head and turned on the plasma; bring up the surveillance footage of the young man, Peter Lawrence.

"Anything new on the Lawrence case?" Tony asked, still looking down at the papers on his desk, and then up at the picture of Ziva, Ariel, and himself that was framed and sitting next to his computer.

"I was just looking through his credit history, and it says he's just bought plane tickets to Paris. He's also booked a hotel room at the Hilton in Paris." Gabrielle said, pulling his credit records up on the plasma. Tony nodded his head and look up at the screen.

"So we need someone to go in. I doubt he is going for a vacation." Chad added, while going through a pile of papers on Peter Lawrence. He then looked up at the screen. "A week, that's definitely not a vacation."

"What you haven't ever been on a weeklong vacation? It's not against the rules to take a bit of time off work, you know." Gabrielle said over her shoulder, and then sat down at her desk. "Even arms dealers could have family to visit or friends."

"All I'm saying is the son of a notorious arms dealer would probably be spending a vacation somewhere nicer than the Paris Hilton." Chad said, sitting back in his chair and looking up at the screen.

"We'll send someone in, undercover, just to observe. That way we can keep track, in case he meets up with his father. If we need to intervene, we'll be there to do so." Adam said, looking up at the plasma, and then over to Tony.

Tony was sure they all wanted to go in undercover, but he didn't know this team well enough to know who to choose. He would send Gabrielle in, she had worked undercover ops as a cop, but he didn't trust the other two to get anything done. "Gabrielle will go undercover. We'll run surveillance from the outside."

Tony logged on quickly and got four tickets on a flight to the Paris CDG airport. "Go home, pack up. We've got a flight to catch. And don't be thinking this is some big undercover op. We're just going to act like normal tourists. Don't get so excited."

Tony watched his team as they all hurried up so they could get their stuff and go. Gabrielle walked up to Tony's desk. "By myself?" Tony just nodded. She sighed and turned towards the door.

. . .

The entire plane ride, Tony was begged. Both McDowell and Elliot wanted to go in, and they were doing everything in their power to get to.

"It's going to be a small undercover assignment. Gabrielle isn't even getting a new identity. It's just for surveillance." Tony had explained.

Once they were finally at the hotel, they had dropped it. It was nearly five thirty, and the team was going to go their separate ways for a couple of hours, to eat or whatever before they were going to send Gabrielle in.

Elliot and McDowell had left to go to a restaurant up the street and Gabrielle was about to leave to go find something to eat. Tony was just going to wait in the van; he didn't really feel like eating. He thought maybe he'd hang back and email Ziva or something.

"Why are you sending me in alone?" Gabrielle asked, sitting in a chair opposite him in the van. Tony laughed lightly to himself.

"Because if I sent in Elliot or McDowell, nothing would get done. I know you'll get in there, do your work and get out." Tony said, turning the chair slowly from side to side.

"Why can't you go in? You've been in other undercover assignments. It's not like it'd be that difficult." Gabrielle said, leaning back in her chair.

"I need to make sure Elliot and McDowell are doing their jobs." He said, turning to the computer, and opening up his email.

"It'll be really difficult for me to do this on my own."

"I'm not really a fan of undercover assignments." Tony said, trying to make up a reason why he wouldn't want to go in. As if he didn't like undercover ops…

"Tony, live a little." Gabrielle said, smiling. She knew that he was going to break. He turned his chair to face hers.

"Okay, I'll do it." Tony said, shaking his head lightly.

"Meet me at the hotel at eight. Wear something nice. I expect dinner first." She said as she jumped down out of the back of the van. She smiled and Tony knew she was messing with him.

"Whatever you say, Gabrielle." He laughed as she shut the van door. He turned his chair back to the computer screen.

He began typing away at an email for Ziva, and pressed send.

A/N: Hey there. I hope you like it so far.

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I oculdn't help but have them stay at the Paris Hilton. Well, the Hilton Paris or Hilton in Paris. Whatever. I still think it's funny. :]

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