Half an hour passed and the team had all been seated at their table in the main hall. A man briskly walked over and rather violently passed out three small red books, once to each pair, Tony and Ziva, Abby and McGee, Gibbs and Jenny.

"Wow, these things aren't like a piece of paper, this is a proper book, hard copy", Tony announced. opening it, they all scanned the pages, and stopped dead after the first and second line.

'Couples counseling and skill building 6am'

'Couples yoga and trust exercise 8am'

"You being serious boss? Me in therapy, I thought you were joking!" Tony cried.

"It will not be that bad tony, you can just pretend that you are remotely interested, and besides it is only for 3 hours in the morning, then we have fun activities for the rest of the day." Ziva encouraged. Tony sighed and smiled, thankful that Ziva was there beside him. Three men strolled over to the table with colossal plates of food, vegetables, pasta, paella, fish, meat, risotto and much more. It was a feast, and it was all for them.

"Tuck in, then head back to your dorms, you have an early start I believe," said the waiter.

An hour or so later, it was beginning to get late. Gibbs was first to depart with Jenny politely after. The remaining four decided it would be best to follow their fearsome leaders back to their huts to make it look as if they were making the effort for therapy.

Ziva entered the room, Tony's warm arms snaked around her torso. She placed her hands over his and pulled him towards the corner of the living room.

"I do not think you noticed this when we arrived, but I recall the other week you said you played guitar in college." she turned around with a vintage Hawaiian acoustic guitar in her hands.

"I love this place, they really do have everything!" he noted. Ziva smiled.

"Tony, will you play me something?"

"Are you sure? It could be distressing."

"I think it will be lovely tony, now play." He guided her to the bedroom.

"Get your bikini on and get in the hot tub outside. I have a better idea." Ziva complied and within minutes was on the deck. Tony came out of the bar with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Voila, here you go m'lady... now what would you like me to play for you this evening?" She bit her lip in thought.

"Surprise me." He reached for the guitar and sat opposite her in the hot tub with his legs dangling in the water. He strummed the guitar gently and began singing the lyrics to 'stand by me'. Ziva joined in singing for the chorus and shuffled over to sit next to his legs in the water. She played with the hairs on his legs and hummed softly along with the music. When the song ended, Ziva turned her head and looked up at him.

"Will you teach me Tony?" she asked.

"To play the guitar? Any particular song?" she thought for a moment.

"Do you know any... Frank Sinatra?" she knew he loved his songs and thought he would be pleased with her choice.

"You bet sweetcheeks, come here and I will show you." he patted his lap and stood the guitar up next to him. Ziva climbed out of the tub and stood up in front of him.

"Tony, do you want me to go get a towel because I am wet and you have a nice t-shirt on?" he quickly stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it onto a nearby deck chair. She laughed and sat on his lap, he lifted the guitar up again and placed it on her lap.

"Lets get this show on the road then, may I?" he pointed towards her hand, she nodded and he picked up her hand. "Place your index finger here, that's right now put that finger..." Ziva shifted on his lap slightly and blood shot through Tony down to his lower extremities. She felt a lump grow on her bum and smirked discretely.

"Sorry, Tony. I did not mean to... to erm"

"It's okay Zi, it happens a lot when your around." she blushed. "So as I was saying, that finger goes there like that and then you strum, good, sounds just like the original, perfect. Then change to this chord like this, that's great now last chord, fingers here and here. Well done!" she smiled broadly at him and he returned the gesture. "You will be better than me in no time, sweetcheeks. Just play it all together and we can make a fortune in the cover artist industry," seductively he winked. "Do you want me to play it and you can sing along? I know you have a beautiful voice." 'To match your beautiful personality and figure' Tony thought.

"Yes please, Tony. It does not sound too good when I play it." she replied.

"Ok, get back in the tub then." instantly she complied, once again Tony sat on the edge wiggling his strong and muscly calfs around in the water and Ziva sat in between them facing him. "You ready?" she nodded with confirmation and he gently began plucking and strumming the strings with his nimble fingers. "I will start singing, Ziva and you'll know when to come in." his foot began a light beat on the floor as he repetitively bounced it up and down. "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Israel goes walking. And when she passes, each one she passes goes"

"Ah"

"When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle

That is when she passes, each one she passes goes"

"Ooh ooh"

"But I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her?"

"Yes I would give my heart gladly"

"But each day, when she walks to the sea. She looks straight ahead, not at me."

"Tall, and handsome, strong and funny, the boy from Italia goes strolling. And when he passes by, each one he passes by goes"

"Ahh"

"When he walks, it is ohh so smooth, like the sun on the move, he bounces so lightly, that when he passes, each one he passes goes"

"Ahh"

"But I watch him so sadly, how can I tell him I love him?" Tony did one final strum and the song ended. The pair sat for the first in their life one- hundred percent thought free, nothing on their mind. Tony placed the guitar down and wrapped his arms solemnly around her waist. After several minutes the two snapped out of their peaceful abyss and back into the real world.

"Do you want to head inside, we have an early morning tomorrow."

"Yes indeed, I believe we do."

"Which side would you like miss David?" Ziva hopped off of Tony and helped pull him up, she glanced down at the wet patch on his dripping crotch.

"Left please and Tony, you are changing are you not?" she nodded towards his male area.

"I'm wet aren't I?"

"Well I know I am, my little hairybutt", she stated. Tony's breathing hitched and he swiftly moved the guitar in front of his crotch, Ziva happy with his response winked.

"Please can we go inside now I need a shower, you can change whilst I'm in the bathroom." Side by side they walked into the hut, conjoined in thought. 'If we haven't had sex by the end of this holiday, I think I may have to go back to Israel, he is too distracting, too perfect'.

'Maybe Abby was right, maybe Ziva does like me, I have to tell her soon, hopefully this therapy will help us understand how we feel. Jesus I have to sleep with her and tell her how I feel, there is no way we can leave without having sex.'