Hey team! It's been many years since I have posted anything. Real life got in the way. Now I'm trying to get back into the things I love most, and writing is one of them.
This is a bit of an alternative storyline for our favourite couple. I'm disappointed to where the show has left them in real life so AU it is as I want to bring that heated Tiva excitement back.
Hope you enjoy,
Danni.
Chapter One
Some day's it's hard to remember why it is you do your job, this was highly evident today for Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. When he left Gibbs, his boss, in the motherland to take a overseas deployment to Israel he thought the whole thing would be an experience of a lifetime.
Today however after their team got attacked and hit with a roadside bomb, he doesn't think he really thought this through. Experience of a lifetime yes, but not quite the one he was looking for.
All he thought was, the ladies in Israel are babes. Maybe Abby is right and it's time for him to start thinking with his actual brain, not his man brain.
Two people died, support crew they had from the Israeli Defence Force. Out of the eight people deployed from the US, only one was seriously hurt. Jerry Hammond. He was 57 years old and deployed to the crew from the FBI. He had a wife and three kids back home, a lot more to lose than he did. Tony didn't have anyone back home worried about him, not even his Dad.
Jerry took considerable damage to his left leg, the doctors said he might lose his leg. Tony had never been more terrified in his life. He was seriously considering if he should go home, but he knows he isn't the only one thinking that and they have a job to do here.
He, along with the other support from the NCIS, FBI and CIA were here to liaise with Mossad, Israeli Police and military teams on investigations involving the current US military in the country.
Today they were investigating the death of a young marine, he'd been hung and gutted. It was obviously suspicious and being investigated. Today was the first day of investigation and his third day in the country. Talk about hitting the ground running.
He opened the door to his apartment and walked in. He was still covered in dust and blood, most of which wasn't his. He'd spent 3 hours in the medical bay with Jerry, a man he didn't know last week. His apartment was inside the Mossad complex in Tel Aviv, along with the seven other US liaison officers.
Tony believed this was for two reasons, so they were as safe as they could be from outside threat and so Mossad could keep an eye on them.
Derek Thomas, one of the CIA guys warned him out and said if you leave the complex, you will probably have someone watching your whereabouts. Derek said that he was safe to go anywhere, just don't do anything that looks hostile towards Mossad or you'll know about it.
So far, Tony had become closest with Derek. Which surprised him as he was always in the belief that CIA were all kooks and unfriendly. Derek had most certainly changed his mind on that.
Tony placed his sidearm on the small dining table in his apartment and ran his hands through his hair. Sweat, blood and dust covered his hands. This was harder than anything he'd been through back at home, and he'd been in some pretty sticky situations.
He walked to the bathroom and switched on the shower. He began unbuttoning his shirt when there was a knock at his apartment door.
He opened the door.
Standing in front of him was a woman he had never seen before, and he felt his mouth unable to form words.
She was beautiful, and slightly intimidating.
"There will be a debrief at 8pm in conference room seven, do not be late" she stated. Her voice like sweet honey, the kind that you'd get stung by the bees protecting it if you dare touch.
She was Israeli and she was most definitely Mossad, he could tell. She wasn't in IDF uniform, she was wearing olive cargo pants and a plain black shirt. She stared at him like she meant serious business. Her hair, dark and curly pulled tight into a ponytail at the back of her hair.
The pistol at her hip he believed wasn't the only weapon she was carrying. She gave him the shivers, in the best kind of way.
"Hi" was all that came out of his mouth. God, he is so stupid. She thinks so too if the look she just gave him was anything to go off.
She looked him up and down "Best you clean yourself up before then" was all she said before spinning on her heels and walking off to the next apartment.
It took him a few minutes to close his door. He looked down at himself, his shirt was half open and he was a mess. Blood, dirt. What a way to meet someone.
Who was she though? She captivated him.
She seemed somewhat annoyed, maybe someone had sent her to do this door knocking task and it demeaned her. She didn't come across to him as someone that was at the bottom of the ranks and completed door knock errands.
She seemed like a deadly woman. He would put her in a division higher above her current tasking.
"Hi… What a loser" he whispered to himself. He'd never not had anything up his sleeve to say to a pretty woman, ever. There was definitely something about this woman. Hopefully he doesn't have to see her around the Mossad compound, as he couldn't be more embarrassed about the interaction they had just had.
But in saying that, he also hopes so see her again.
As he steps into the shower and the water turns dark with the blood and dirt that covers his body, he thinks to himself that the next 9 months are going to be long and exhausting.
And its only day three.