Okay, he was going to do it. Yes, he had made up his mind. And he wasn't going to change it. Nothing could make him change it. His decision was immovable. Like a rock. No, a mountain. Yes, he was a mountain. Strong and firmly in place. He was not going to be swayed.

And yet the phone was still right in front of him. Just there, on his desk. Well, it wasn't that simple, just picking up his phone and phoning her. There were things to sort out first. He had to go about this logically. He had to plan.

Planning was good. Planning meant that there was a higher chance of success. And he wanted success. Oh, he definitely wanted success.

Yes, he was going to phone Ziva's aunt. Her Aunt Nettie. Did she even have any other Aunts? He didn't know. Something to bring up later. Or rather, way, way, way into the future. Because Tony didn't think that Ziva would be able to cope with him asking about two of her family members at the same time. He wasn't even supposed to be interacting with one, never mind two. But yes, he was going to phone Nettie.

Tony could feel his excitement rising, which he had to force down because he needed to be calm, cool and collected. The three Cs of any operation. The more you let yourself get excited the more likely you were to overlook things (or just plain forget) which meant you would make mistakes. And he could not afford to make a mistake.

Now, how exactly was he supposed to go about doing this? It wasn't going to be as simple as just phoning her whenever he wanted to. One, Nettie David was in a completely different country. A different continent. Which meant, a different time zone. So that was one problem. Another one was that he had to work. And there was no way that this was going to be a quick call. He had too much to ask and it would just be rude. But Gibbs got a bit antsy when he had anything but brief calls while on the job. Which was fair, work wasn't the place for personal things. So, phoning at worm was out.

And the final problem was somewhat related to the previous one. If he rang her at work (which he wasn't going to) it meant that he ran the risk of Ziva overhearing. Which was definitely not a good idea. Which was why it want even an option. But he liked a nice, neat list so he threw it in there.

He mulled over his list again and was happy enough with it. Well, happy was probably the wrong word when it was technically a list of problems but those were the only problems he could see. There was nothing else he could think of to add. Three wasn't that bad of a number, was it? No, it wasn't.

This was doable. Completely doable. He just had to be careful but he already knew that.

Okay, now he was starting to overthink things. He just had to plough on and start to get things done. First thing first. Tony pulled his keyboard towards him and cracked his fingers. Oh, that was satisfying. He was going to double check the time difference because, if he remembered correctly from the times Ziva had to return to Israel (which were definitely not positive experiences), it was actually longer than he thought it was. It had taken a few times of unintentionally disrupting Ziva's sleep to figure out what had been happening.

And what do you know? Seven hours. There were seven hours between here and Israel. See, he wouldn't have guessed that. He would have thought it was four or five.

Right, so for him to get a hold of Nettie at an acceptable time of day (which was before eight in the evening), he was going to have to call either in the morning or during lunch. Without Ziva being around. Maybe they would get split up on a case? Unlikely but it might happen. Okay, it probably wouldn't but he could hope.

Who would have thought that he would actually want to be split up from Ziva on a case? But desperate times came for desperate measures. Even if he couldn't exactly control those measures. Okay, he probably shouldn't depend on that happening. And he couldn't exactly volunteer to split them up, that would raise all sorts of suspicions. Anyway, knowing his luck they wouldn't even catch a case that day. They'd probably be stuck at their desks doing cold cases or something.

The only other option was phoning before he went to work. As in, he would have to get up early and phone because as it was, he gave himself just enough time in the mornings to wake up, eat breakfast, get ready and drive to work. Maybe even watch the news as he was doing all that. There was literally no time for him to do anything else.

Eurgh. He really hated waking up early. It just sucked. Was this really going to be worth it? Waking up early for the possibility of photos?

Oh, who was he kidding? Of course, he was going to wake up early. The promise of cute kid pictures of his partner was just too great.

He would just have to make sure he didn't end up going into work early as a result because that would definitely raise suspicions. Not just with Ziva but with Gibbs as well and he definitely didn't need both of them breathing down his neck. Tony shudders at the thought. Nope, he definitely didn't need that.

Okay, he nodded at his phone. He had a plan. A good plan. A plan that was simple and well thought out and surprisingly had little risk. Which was good. Little to no risk was always good. Which meant his plan was good.

Yes, it was a good plan.