The hot, humid, Israeli air hit the NCIS agents like a fist as they stepped off the plane. Unfortunately, this was a feeling which was all too familiar for some. Despite it being nearly one in the morning, the relentless Middle Eastern heat never failed to show itself, a prominent contrast to the air-conditioned plane the four had just been on for the past eleven hours. Thankfully, most of them had been able to catch at least an hour of sleep; something which was going to be more than essential during their time away from home.

After retrieving their luggage and going through the strict security, Gibbs led his team through the airport, which almost seemed bigger than the previous time, heading outside to the front of Ben-Gurion. As they had expected, Aaronov, Tony's new best friend for the coming weeks, was waiting to welcome the American team to the country. He stood at around 6ft, dark brown hair to match his eyes. A plain white T-shirt covered his top half, accenting his muscular build and olive skin, whilst he wore sandy coloured cargo pants on the bottom. As the NCIS agents approached him, Michael extended his hand towards Gibbs, whom he had singled as the team's leader, "Boker tov. You must be Special Agent Gibbs," His accent was certainly much more profound than Ziva's had ever been.

"Correct. Agents McGee, David and DiNozzo," Gibbs replied as he shook Michael's hand, introducing the members of his team respectively.

One name in particular caught Aaronov's attention, his eyes focusing on the only female in the group, "Long time, no see, Ziva,"

Ziva's tired eyes looked up to the man before her, his voice instant recognisable. With a smile gracing her lips, she wrapped her around Michael's neck, pulling the taller into a happy, friendly embrace, a small smile slipping past her lips, "Too long,"

"Shalom, tataleh," He whispered, using a pet name he had used in the past.

Looking from the outside with slight confusion, mixed with a small amount of jealousy, Tony asked the questioned which he was sure everyone else was thinking, "You guys know each other?"

Pulling out of their embrace, Ziva turned to Tony, the corners of her lips still pulled up into a smile, "Of course. Michael was my training partner when I was just an officer here,"

"More like, I was the guy Ziva beat up as part of her training," Michael joked. "Well, I'd better get you guys to your rooms. We have managed to secure you each a room on our campus. Not exactly luxury, but they're pretty decent,"

Pretty decent. After heading down a long corridor, the walls painted white and illuminated by the light only from the rooms on each side, Tony finally found his room. Using the key he had been given, he unlocked the door, he stepped inside and threw his bag onto the bed which was in the centre of the room. Michael certainly hadn't been wrong; the walls were a sandy colour inside, differing from the walls outside, windows overlooking the desert-like environment and the bed was like sitting on a cloud. A surprise, that was for sure.

Letting out a slow breath, Tony ran his fingers through his hair, his emerald eyes surveying the view. This was going to be his new home for the next however many weeks, and however much Tony liked how his job took him all over the place, he was definitely much more comfortable back home. This place held far too many memories, personal and professional. Just over the sea was the country where he had thought he'd never see his partner, now the mother of his child, alive again. Regardless of how much therapy the team had gone through, that thought still scared him. In fact, although he didn't like to admit it, the whole situation scared him. There had been so many twists and turns, it was hard to keep up, and the newest bend had got him thinking even more. It wasn't the fact that Ziva and Michael had a history, or the fact that they were clearly close, but there was just something about it which bugged him.

As if adding fuel to the fire wasn't enough, his own personal situation with Ziva was going to be on its own rollercoaster. Aside from the argument the two had had, and thankfully moved past, their relationship had been perfect, like the ones you only read about in books. At first, when Ziva had told him fourteen weeks ago that she was pregnant, he had honestly thought that one of them would have to lose their jobs, or that they wouldn't be able to sustain a healthy relationship, especially with their jobs being so unpredictable. Now, after nearly four months, Tony knew that that worry had been completely irrelevant. Even with such a huge commitment so early on, they'd worked together to make sure their relationship wasn't affected by their jobs and the unexpected pregnant, not allowing any unnecessary drama to rule over their relationship.

A knock at the door brought Tony back to reality, his thoughts dissolving into thin air for the time being. Heading over to the door, he pulled it open, smiling gently as he stepped aside to let his partner in, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Ziva chuckled softly, "Jeez, Dad, I didn't know I had a curfew," she teased sarcastically, leaning up on her tip toes as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Tony playfully rolled his eyes, returning the kiss, "Whatever. What's up?"

"I just wanted to see you, help you move in, as it were, but it looks as if unpacking isn't the first thing on your mind," Her eyes glanced over his shoulder to the bag on the bed before her gaze returned to meet his eyes.

Lightly, Tony traced his fingertips along her waist, his eyes locked onto hers, "Too early in the morning. But just seeing you is so much better," He smiled, kissing her lips once again.

Hooking her arms around his neck, Ziva leaned up as she returned the kiss. After merely seconds, a smile slipped across her lips as the kiss deepened, their bodies softly pressed against one another's. Her fingers pushed softly through his hair before lightly tracing over the back of his neck. She could feel her heart racing, memories of that night they first slept together coming flooding back. The taste of his lips was mesmerising, completely unique. She felt her back up against the wall by the door, Tony's chest now pressed against her own as their lips moved effortlessly against her own. Her fingers slid to the bottom of his shirt, softly brushing against the skin of his abdomen as she pushed the shirt up his torso, lifting it over his head before tossing it to the side. In the brief loss of contact between their lips, she took the opportunity to regain some air before their lips passionately met once again, her hands exploring his chest and shoulders.

Before the couple knew it, clothes lay in a scattered line on the floor, leading to the bed upon which their naked bodies lay, tangled in between the sheets. Tony's arm lay gently around Ziva's shoulders, lightly twirling her hair between his fingers as he pressed a kiss to her temple. There was no greater feeling than lying in bed with Ziva, the woman he loved, knowing that everything was going to be okay. It was moments like these when all their worries just seemed to melt away, like they didn't exist. Perhaps, when these weeks were over, things would go back to normal and they could be a real family, do all the things that expectant parents should do. That was what they were looking forward to, getting rid of all the stigma associated with being partners and expecting a baby.

"What are you thinking?" Ziva asked, breaking the silence as she looked up at him, comfortably snuggling into his warm embrace.

Tony let out a slow breath, looking down to Ziva, "Just how much I can't wait to get back home, do all the things we still have to do," He smiled, gently kissing her cheek, "And how much I love you,"

Ziva chuckled softly, resting her hand on his chest, "I love you too," Lightly she trailed kisses over his bicep, smiling contently, "Laila tov, Tony," she whispered softly, her eyes closing as she lay happily in his arms.

The small amount of Hebrew he had managed to pick up over the years allowed him to translate, a smile dancing over his lips as his eyes closed too, "Buonanotte,"