A/N: if you want to see a map of Cannon Mt. go to , it is the third option under the mountain. Cannon and Mittersill are two seperate mountains, now both owned by Cannon, but only Mittersill has condos. Mittersil is back country skiing, Cannon is maintained and groomed.


They got off the bus and gathered their skis before walking, or stumbling, up the stairs to the base area of the mountain.

"Why can't they just make ski boots easier to walk in?" Tony grumbled as he tripped yet again.

"I believe that they make something you can attach to your boots, but for the amount that we actually go skiing, they are not worth it."

"Says you," Tony muttered, clearly getting annoyed.

"Get over it Tony, we are only going to be here for a week." Tony continued to mutter grumpily as they both dropped their skis on the ground and clipped in to them.

"Ready?" Ziva asked, looking over her shoulder at Tony. He slammed his foot into the binding, finally getting his boot to stay, and look up at Ziva.

"Yup." Ziva smiled and began skating towards the closest lift. Tony let his eyes follow the lift up the mountain, stopping where it disappeared over a crest.

"Ah, Ziva, are you sure you want to start with this lift?"

"Aww, is Tony scared of the big kid lift," Ziva mocked.

"No, I just thought that maybe I should refresh my skills on something a little easier."

"Come on, Tony, there are five-year-olds getting on this lift." He turned his attention to the lift and saw two kids that appeared to be shorter then his knee in the line.

"Fine, but Gibbs will never forgive you if I get hurt." He slowly pushed himself over to the end of the line.

"Tickets?" asked the lift attendant when they made it to the front of the line. They both held out their tickets to show the lady. "Thank you. Two and two ride together," she pointed to another couple in the line next to them. They other two people nodded at Tony and Ziva and moved to get on the lift.

"How are you doing today?" asked the man when they had all gotten situated on the lift.

"Good, and you?" Tony leaned forward slightly so he could see the man, not that it helped because they were all wearing helmets.

"Good. It's nice out, though the snow is a little sticky in places. You might want to watch out for ice patches too."

"Honey, we're at Cannon, when isn't it icy?" asked the man's female companion. He laughed and nodded.

"So you guys are regulars here?" Ziva asked.

"We've been skiing here for the past five or six years," the woman answered.

"That is nice." They all sat in silence for a few minutes before the other couple began talking quietly to themselves.

"Bar up," the man warned as they reached the top. Tony and Ziva both leaned back to that the metal bar didn't hit them in the face as the man threw it behind them.

"Tips up," Tony joked, reading the sign and lifting his skis up in the air. They got off the lift, Tony with some help from Ziva, and said good-bye to the couple they rode with.

"How did you talk me into this?" Tony asked as they made their way over to the large trail map that was about twenty feet to the right of the lift.

"It was your idea to come skiing, Tony. Now where do you want to go?"

"How about here?" he pointed to a trail with his ski pole. "Easy Link to Missing Link to Spooky? Who names a trail Spooky? Anyway, and then we can take Lower Cannon down to the bottom."

"Sounds good," Ziva nodded. "See you at the bottom." She pushed off and turned down the trail.

"Oh no you don't," Tony yelled after her.