Tony and Ziva arrived at the airport and carried all there bags, except for a few carry-ons, to the place where they would be loaded onto the plane. Then, they went to customs, so they could board the plane.
Tony went through no problem; he didn't have his gun on him. But, Ziva had all four of her weapons on her. DING, DING, DING!
"Ma'm…" The security guard asked.
"Do not call me ma'm." Ziva growled.
"Ummm… okay, well do you have any metal jewelry on?"
"I have this necklace." Ziva said and pulled out the heart. "But, I don't think that's what caused it." She said and pulled out her three guns and a silver, serrated edge knife.
All of the security guards drew there guns and one went to handcuff Ziva. She jerked her hands away from him and put him on the ground. Tony sniggered at the guy's terrified expression.
"Do not touch me." Ziva said and pulled out both her Mossad and NCIS badges.
"Good lord people, we're federal agents!" Tony yelled and making people look around
"I've heard of Mossad, but I've never heard of NCIS. Is it anything like CSI?" The security guard asked.
"How many times am I going to be asked this question?" Tony yelled. Ziva laughed. "It is only like CSI if your dyslexic. It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service." Tony said slowly and plainly, as if they were hard of hearing.
"Okay, sir. You may go."
Ziva and Tony gathered their things and boarded their first class plane to Rome. It was flying the long way, all around the globe, instead of strait into Italy.
"People are idiots." Tony said to Ziva. She put her finger to his mouth.
"Calm down." She said and took him to their seats. She pointed at the comfortable looking seat. "Sleep. I am. I want to be…. Alive when we get to Rome, for certain activities." Ziva said seductively and put her arms around the still standing Tony. She kissed him softly.
"You're treading on thin ice. I sure these people don't want to see us have sex." Tony said.
"They may have to." Ziva said, sat down and leaned her head back. She closed her eyes, and Tony did the same, trying to ignore the discomfort in his pants. There were no cold showers here.
Tony fell asleep, but then heard a loud announcement over the intercom that woke him and Ziva up. "We have run into a storm and will be landing shortly." There were many sharp intakes of breath as a bolt of lightning struck not far from them, and Ziva was freaking. Only Tony knew how much storms scared her. The thunder and flashed of light reminded her of the day Tali was killed and the suicide bombing in Israel. She was close to hyperventilating.
Tony, even though this was very dangerous, placed Ziva in his lap and held her close. She buried her head in his neck and cried. Everybody looked around to the sight of a 30 year old woman acting like a five year old. This made Tony's blood boil.
"You all have NO idea, what so ever, of what she's been through. Turn your asses around and do something else besides stare at my wife." Tony yelled at the staring passengers.
"Hey baby, it's okay." He whispered in her ear. Then, all of the sudden, there was a different voice over the speaker.
"This just made my plan all the better." A slightly creepy voice came. "A storm, while I take the passengers of this plane hostage." It said again.
Ziva forced her head up. "Tony! He has an Israeli accent!"
"I know!" He said and Ziva got off him. Ziva was about to grab their guns when the man that was on the intercom walked down the isle.
"What exactly are you doing?" He asked and shot a defenseless Ziva in the stomach; all she did was wince and groan.
"Oh my God!" Tony yelled, so loud the man couldn't hear the clank of knives and guns when Ziva dropped the bag. He ran to Ziva and the man laughed evilly.
"Ziva, baby, you okay?" Tony asked her.
"Tony, I have been tortured before. I'm not going to cry over a gun shot wound." Ziva said.
Tony ignored that comment and put pressure on the rapidly bleeding wound, "You're loosing a lot of blood, honey." He said.
"Give me your shirt." She said and he handed it to her.
Ziva put Tony's shirt over the hole and allowed Tony to continue putting pressure on it. All the while the man stared at them. Ziva looked up and got a good look at him.
"Chaiym!" She yelled.
"Hello, Ziva." He said.
"Why?" Ziva asked him.
"I loved you, Ziva. Still do." Chaiym told her.
"If you love me, why did you shoot me?" Ziva asked.
"It's a small part of your payback for marrying this retched fool." He spat. "And this is too." He said and shot Tony in the shoulder.
"No! Chaiym, if you hurt Tony, or anybody else on this plane for that matter, I will kill you. It will be vey slow and painful." Ziva sneered and Chaiym smirked and walked back to the place where the pilots were flying under his command.
"Who was that?" Tony asked, grinding his teeth.
"The bastard is an old Mossad partner and boyfriend." Ziva said, and a hate for the man fired up in the pit of Tony's stomach.
"Is anybody here a doctor?" Ziva yelled.
"No, but I know how to care for gun shot wounds." A man in about his mid 50's said. "I was a Marine in Desert Storm."
Ziva went wide eyed and the man walked over to her and Tony.
"What's with the face?" He asked.
"Our boss, at NCIS, his name is Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he was a Marine and fought in Desert Storm. His rank was gunnery sergeant" Tony spoke up and said, pain evident in his voice.
"Jethro! I was under his command! You work for him?"
"Yes, we do. He is the Godfather of our children."
"I owe him. I'll do the best I can. My name's Marshall Hall, you can call me Marsh."
"Thank you, Marsh." Ziva said.
"Of course, what's your and your partner's name?" He asked, while he started to tend to Ziva's rapidly bleeding wound.
"I'm liaison Officer Ziva David, I am also Israeli and Mossad, but am not like Chaiym." She said.
"If you work for Jethro, I wouldn't think you are." He said.
"My partner and husband's name is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." Ziva continued.
"Call me Tony." Tony said; gritting his teeth in pain.
"Ziva, honey, how do you manage not to be show pain. I am about to freaking cry with my being a lot less severe than yours, and you're barely even wincing." Tony asked.
"I have had worst Tony." Ziva said simply, but then screamed as Marsh pulled the bullet out of her stomach. Tony, Marsh, and the passengers winced. "But, that hurt like hell!" Ziva whispered painfully, breathing deeply.
"Sorry, it had to be donr." Marsh said and replaced the shirt on Ziva's stomach, which still had blood poring from it. She applied pressure to try and stop the bleeding.
"It is fine." She said, the pain subsiding a bit.
"Okay. Tony you're next."
"Okay." Marsh pulled the bullet out and took Tony's wife beater too tie it on his shoulder.
"Thank you." Tony said and grabbed the weapons bag.
"Chaiym luckily didn't see these." He said and pulled out his sig, Ziva's sig, and Ziva's back up.
"You think you remember how to use them?" Tony asked, handing Marsh Ziva's back up.
"Of course." He said and cocked the gun.
"Okay. Here Ziva." He said and handed Ziva her sig.
He took the other weapon him self and stood up, helping Ziva up.
"Okay, when he walks back out, shoot. He won't give us mercy when he sees weapons. Everybody else here move over to the side of the plane." Ziva yelled and got ready to shoot, and right on time, Chaiym walked out. They all shot at least six rounds and hit him at least once, Ziva hitting him with every shot. Tony got him at least 4 times, and Marsh at least 3.
He was dead and Ziva couldn't handle the throbbing in her stomach anymore. She felt dizzy and passed out. Marsh caught her and laid her down gently in the now sitting Tony's lap.
"She's loosing too much blood, she needs a hospital. I'm telling the pilot's to land." Marsh said and rushed over to the cockpit.
They landed shortly after, and Tony had managed to wake Ziva up, and keep her awake. She and Tony were on their way to the hospital, Marsh with them.
At the hospital, Marsh called Gibbs for Tony, who was in surgery with Ziva. He explained and then McGee, Abby, Jenny, and Gibbs were on a red eye flight to no other than Tel Aviv, Israel, which was the closest landing area in the Mediterranean. They left the babies with Ducky and Palmer, since they were now three months old and not so hard to deal with. Ziva's father was also informed, since he would find out anyways. Then all Marshall could do is wait. He was surprisingly worried about these people he just met, and all he could do was wait.