Ziva almost drove the car off of the road. She quickly swerved back, however as she started down the street to Dulles International Airport. She thought that they had agreed, without words of course, that they were going to take their relationship at a slow pace. They had only been dating for one day, not even twenty-four hours, and he was already asking her to marry him? It was all happening too fast…they hadn't even had sex yet!

"I guess that's a no." Tony sighed, reading her expressions easily, as well as her silence and the fact that she almost ran them off the road, even with her crazy driving skills, "That was too forward, I know. I was just trying to help…" He was about to let go of Ziva's hand when she suddenly grasped onto it, shocking her partner. She didn't know what she was doing, she didn't understand why she was doing it, but she squeezed his hand as she drove down the road. No thoughts ran through her head.

"No, Tony," she smiled, "I will marry you." And her heart almost swelled out of her chest as she witnessed the biggest grin she'd ever seen on his face. She laughed as she parked the car in the parking lot. Tony was out of the car in a flash, rushing to her side and nearly ripping off the door as he picked her up and spun her around, her legs dangling as she laughed, smiling down at him, her hands resting on his shoulders, staring down into his eyes, his deep brown, beautiful eyes. He smiled up at her, his hands holding her up by her hips before kissing the tip of his nose. Ziva knew that people were watching, thanks to the chorus of 'ooo's and 'aww's coming from the rest of the parking garage.

"I love you, Zi." He almost whispered as he grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips, letting them linger a little longer than normal.

"I love you too…" She murmured, in agreement as he set her back down on the ground, his hands still resting on her hips, "Now let's get on that plane before Michael, or worse, my father follows us here, yes?"

Tony nodded and grabbed her hand as they awkwardly walked across the parking garage, across the street, and into the airport, through the dozens of people who were hurriedly running with their luggage. Only then did the two of them realize why they were getting weird looks. Not only were they dressed in their running clothes, but they also did not have any luggage, the only thing in either of their hands was Ziva's wallet.

They took Southwest, only because it was cheapest, and the lady didn't give them a hard time. In fact, Tony thought that she didn't speak much English so Ziva decided to step in and take the lead, spouting off fluent Spanish to the very grateful woman. Once they got their boarding passes, they smiled, almost relieved as they sat down in the waiting gate, the words written in red, electronic letters in front of the loading platform, LAS VEGAS. Their boarding passes were almost their 'ticket to freedom', and Ziva leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes.

However, merely a couple of seconds later, Ziva sighed and straightened up, her eyes flying back open, "When we get to Las Vegas, I will need some new clothes." She turned to her partner, "You do understand that we are very dead, Tony, you know that, yes?"

"Yeah, I know that. We'll most likely get fired." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. She gaped at him.

"And you are okay with this?" She asked, "You have…you have been working for Gibbs for seven years, maybe more…you and I are both loyal to him, how will he feel when he's learned that we have betrayed his trust? Large time?"

Tony groaned and leaned his head back, looking at his partner, "Okay, first off, it's big time, Ziva, not large time. And second? Please, let's not discuss this now."

"Fine," She huffed, turning from him and crossing her arms, "Then we will talk about it when we are on our honeymoon." She grinned, "At night. In bed…"

"Fine. Let's talk about it now." Tony said, turning to his partner before the stewardess spoke up through the intercom.

"Now boarding for flight 233, Non-stop to Las Vegas, Nevada."

"That's us." Tony grinned, standing up and grabbing her hand as they carefully walked towards the woman, who took their tickets.

"Enjoy your flight." She smiled, "And if you don't mind me saying, you two are definitely cute together." She grinned, causing Ziva to blush as Tony pulled her through the ramp and into the plane, taking their seats in the middle of the plane. Tony took the seat next to her, and she stared out of the window. They were leaving DC. She suddenly felt his large, warm hand on her knee, shaking it, encouragingly.

"Don't worry, Zi. It'll be fine." he said, soothing her by rubbing his hand on her leg, "Don't worry. We made it. We're going to Las Vegas."

Ziva just slowly nodded her head, unsure of what to say.

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"Morning boss!" McGee chirped.

Gibbs eyed the two empty desks, one of his right, and then the one on his left, "Where are they?"

"Haven't clocked in yet, boss."

"Well they better hurry up. Ziva's wanted upstairs in the Director's office when her Dad gets here."

"Uh…and you're telling me this because…?" McGee asked, and Gibbs just looked at him, "Ah. You want me to find out where they are."

"Yeah, that'd be helpful, McGee." Gibbs sarcastically said, shaking his head.

"Got it, boss!" McGee said as he picked up the phone and dialed Ziva's number. No answer. Straight to voicemail. He hung up, "Ziva's not answering."

"Call DiNozzo."

"Was about to." he said before picking up the phone and dialing Tony's number. Again, no answer. Straight to voicemail. He sighed and hung up, "No answer there either, boss."

Gibbs stopped looking at his computer and stared up at Tim, "What do you mean, no answer?"

"I mean...they…aren't…picking up their phones…"

"Trace 'em!"

McGee started typing on his computer, pulling up a search, "Running it now, boss." Gibbs walked over and placed one hand on McGee's desk, the other on the back of his chair as he watched him trace the signal, "Address coming up…" McGee said as the computer zoomed in, targeting one place. McGee looked confused as he stared at the address that popped up, "Ziva's apartment…boss…they're right on top of each other."

"Yeah, well they better not be literally. McGee! Send Director David upstairs when he gets in from the hotel. I'll go and get DiNozzo and David. You sit tight, McGee! I'll call you when I'm coming back."

"Got it, boss!" McGee yelled as he sat down in his chair, elevating his feet up on top of his desk in a very DiNozzo-esque manner. The elevator doors opened as Gibbs walked in, rather angrily, before slamming his fist against the button. They dinged closed and McGee sighed and tapped the end of the pen against his knee before he sat up straight, grabbing his desk phone and pressing the 'LAB' button.

"Forensic Extraordinaire Abby Scuito speaking. How can I help?"

"Abs!"

"Timmy!" She cooed, "How are you today? Bringing me Caf-Pow?"

"No, hey, Abs, I got something to tell you, wanna come upstairs and hear it?"

"Sure. But why can't you come and visit me? Is it a secret?"

"I think…" McGee said, biting his lip as he looked down at the desk.

"But then Tony will hear, and Tony can't keep secrets, Timmy."

"No, see, Abby, that's just it! Tony and Ziva aren't here. They're late. And I just traced their cell phones, and they're at Ziva's apartment…together…"

She squealed, "I'm coming up. Just hold on, Tiny Tim!" McGee cringed at the nickname and then heard her hang up, so he did the same.

Suddenly, he heard a screaming of Hebrew coming from the squadroom, and McGee muttered, "Oh no…" Before he saw Director David and Michael Rivkin coming out of the elevator, yelling at each other, "Uh…." McGee said, "Director David. Officer Rivkin…"

"Where is my daughter, Agent McGee?" Director David demanded as Abby emerged from the other elevator, stopping in front of the other entrance to the bullpen. McGee backed up, a little frightened by the man.

"Uh…at her apartment."

"Wrong! Officer Rivkin was already at her apartment. He spent the night with her and Agent DiNozzo. Since you have failed to answer the question as to where my daughter is, could you kindly tell me where Agent DiNozzo is?" He snarled.

"Obviously not here. I am sorry, Director David."

"Where is Agent Gibbs?"

"He went to go and find Ziva and Tony…" McGee turned and shot Abby a desperate look as McGee's cell started to ring. He fumbled in his jacket pocket before pulling it out, staring at the number. Gibbs, "Excuse me one moment."

"They're not here, McGee! I found their cells on the table next to Ziva's bed. Where the hell did they go? Put a BOLO out on Ziva's mini, it's not in the driveway. I'll check DiNozzo's apartment." He said as he angrily walked out of Ziva's apartment and jumped into the car. He was going to have to remember the clothes, of both Ziva and Tony's wardrobe's, strewn across the floor, and the sheets all tangled up for later. He started the car.

"Uh…Director David and Officer Rivkin are here and they're really upset. They don't know where Tony and Ziva went."

"You find them, McGee. After the BOLO I want you and Abs to run both DiNozzo and David's credit cards. You find them, McGee. Or else," And with that, he hung up the phone.

"Well?" Director David asked, "Where is she?"

"Gibbs doesn't know." He said, honestly before turning to Abby, "Abs. Gibbs wants you to start running Tony and Ziva's credit cards, see what their last transactions were. I'll put out a BOLO on her car and then meet you back down in the lab." He gave her a look, and she nodded before retreating out of the bullpen. McGee turned to Director David, "We'll find Ziva and Tony, Director, don't worry."

"I knew this was going to happen." He muttered as McGee went to go and put out the BOLO, "By letting her join back with NCIS. To fall back in love with that stupid boy," That made McGee stop a little, "I knew she was just going to run away with her boyfriend when she found out." McGee turned quickly around.

"Boyfriend? Hold on…Ziva and Tony? They're dating?" Little did McGee know that in a matter of hours, they would be so much more than that.

"Run, baby, run
Don't ever look back.
They'll tear us apart
If you give them the chance.
Don't sell your heart.
Don't say we are not meant to be.
Run, baby, run.
Forever we'll be
You and me."

-'Check Yes Juliet' We the Kings