The plane halted to a stop as Ziva stared out the window at the hot desert that was in fact, Las Vegas. She found herself wringing her hands together as she gave a shaky deep breath.

"Ziva, please calm down." Tony said, almost pleading, "If we're going to-"

"Trust me. I want to get married to you. It is just…it is just that everything is happening so fast. I need to find a pay phone and call NCIS. I have to tell them where I am."

"No!" Tony almost shouted as he lowered his voice, "You're not calling anyone. I know that you're worried, but you can't do that. Trust me, Ziva. They'll trace the phone and they'll catch us. We'll be even deader. I bet that Gibbs is freaking out right now." He glanced down at his watch, which was still on DC's time zone, "Right now we're four hours late for work. They've noticed."

"It is not Gibbs I am worried about." Ziva said as everyone suddenly stood up. Tony gave Ziva a 'sorry' look before standing up as well, grabbing her hand as he pulled her close to him, sighing as she collapsed into his arms, "I have never felt so helpless." Ziva said, softly, "I am very scared of my life right now." Tony squeezed her tightly against his body, close enough that he could almost feel her heart beating against his chest. He kissed her forehead, carefully, lovingly.

"Don't be, sweetheart."

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"Gibbs is really really really pissed, Abs." McGee said from where he sat in the seat next to her in her lab, "I don't think I've ever seen him this upset. He's upset at Tony and Ziva for disappearing into thin air, and he's pissed at Director Vance for not wanting to 'deal with' Director David…"

"You bet I am, McGee, and I'll be really pissed if you don't know where my two damn agents are!" Gibbs suddenly said, storming into the lab.

"I'm sorry Gibbs!" Abby moaned, "I don't have anything! McGee put out the BOLO and everyone in the DC area is trying to find them! They're nowhere, Gibbs! It's like they fell off the map or something!" She complained as McGee's phone started to ring.

He hurriedly went to his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing the 'talk' button before bringing it up to his ear and turning from Gibbs murderous glare, "Hello?...Really?....Thanks….thank you….you too." He hung up the phone and looked up at his boss, "That was Metro PD. They found Ziva's car."

"Address?" Gibbs asked, grabbing a sticky note off of Abby's desk and a pen that happened to have a bobbing skull at the end.

"You won't need it." McGee said, and Gibbs looked confused, and then groaned.

"You gonna tell me where my agents are, McGee, or are you just gonna stand there and stare at me? 'Cause I don't have damn time for that!"

"Right. Well…uh…they found Ziva's mini in the parking garage at Dulles International Airport."

Gibbs groaned, "Abby! You better run those credit cards. Run the flights out of DC, try and see if you can figure out what flight they went on and when."

"Got it, Gibbs!" Abby said as he stormed out of the lab.

"McGee!" Gibbs called, "Stay with Abby!" McGee shared a look with Abby.

"Yeah, you're right. He's pissed."

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Tony and Ziva almost collapsed into their hotel room, closing the door shut, quickly. Ziva practically had to rip off her shirt and let the guy feel her up for them to have the room, which had caused Tony much discomfort. He had wanted to just rip the guys face off and kill him, but he decided not to.

"So when are we getting married?" Ziva smiled as he pulled her down onto the couch with him, her body strewn on top of him. He kissed her, leaving his lips just centimeters from his own, in case he wanted to lean up and kiss her again. He felt her small, warm hands on his head, running her fingers through the purely natural hair, the one without the hair products. He put one hand on the curve on her back before running the other one through her hair, which was falling in front of her face. He twisted her curls around his finger and smiled.

"After we have sex." He grinned, "And go shopping."

"And when are we doing that?" She asked, her voice low.

"Sex now. Shopping later."

She grinned, her mouth popping open a little, "I like that plan. But I am still nervous…"

"Sex will calm you down. Promise," He grinned, and she grinned back.

"I believe you." She whispered before placing her lips against his. It was just a soft, romantic kiss first, but it soon heated up, and they were ripping each other's clothes off before Tony picked her up and brought her over to the bed…

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"You got it yet, Abby?" McGee sighed as Abby shook her head.

"No, Timmy, not yet!"

"Well you better hurry up, because Gibbs is gonna call any-" a beeping came from Abby's computer, and they both quickly read the screen, gulping.

"No…no way." McGee shook his head as he reached for his pocket and dialed Gibbs number.

"Yeah, Gibbs." He said into the phone, and when McGee didn't say anything, he sighed, "McGee, you gonna tell me or just sit there?"

"Right. Well Abby and I got the information on their credit cards. Tony' s hasn't been used since yesterday, to buy us all lunch, but Ziva's was recently used almost five hours ago."

"To do what, McGee?" He sighed, "Do I have to ask a question every time or are you just gonna get to the point? Cause both Directors are breathing down my neck, and due to my luck today, Fornell'll get into this someway as well as SecNav. So you tell me what's going on!"

"Right. Sorry boss. It was used five hours ago to buy two plane tickets."

"Airline?"

"Southwest."

"Where, McGee?!"

McGee sighed as he looked at Abby. Taking a deep breath before he said it, "Las Vegas."

And that was when he heard Gibbs curse under his breath before finally speaking again, "McGee, get out here. Have Abby call Vance to tell her where Ziva is. We're gonna get these two back."

"You…You want me to come out to Dulles?"

"Yes, McGee!" He snarled as he snapped his phone shut. McGee looked at his forensic scientist in need of hope.

"Call Director Vance and tell him we've found Ziva and Tony. Gibbs and I are gonna go and get them back. I'm sorry to be them right now."

"Be safe, Tim." She said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close before letting him go, a large smile on her face, "You know what Vegas is famous for, right Timmy?"

"Uh…gambling? Casinos?"

"Nope!" She grinned, leaning in close to him, a confused look on his face as she exclaimed one word, causing McGee's face to drop in complete surprise, "Marriages!"