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"The BA flight to London can now start boarding," the PA sounded all over the airport. Michelle strode over imperiously, her Louis Vuitton bag hanging in the crook of her elbow.
"Come on Tony," she trilled. "We have to go." Ziva finally relented and stood up, prompting Tony to do the same. Her hawk-like gaze didn't miss Michelle's scowl but Tony's only saw her wide-toothed grin.
"I got our seats together. We have a LOT to talk about!" Tony glanced over at Ziva's seat number, which was quite different to his own. Michelle shrugged.
"These 3 were the only ones that had been left unbooked. You don't MIND, do you Ziva?" Right now Ziva was not in the mood for a fight. And there was a tone in Michelle's voice that suggested there would be one if Ziva didn't co-operate.
"Yeah I just plan to sleep. At least we're going through the night, when we arrive in London it'll be the morning." That answer seemed to satisfy both Michelle and Tony, who were happy to walk off arm-in-arm.
"So you're who I'll be sitting next to today." And that was then Ziva looked into the eyes of someone she thought she would only know for the next 7 hours. Ziva never thought she would meet him again years later...but she did.
Back in the present
"Mama! What's wrong?" Ziva came out of her reverie when her son started to pull her hair. She hadn't straightened it in a while and now it was curling into those thick ringlets that she had hated for most of her life.
"Nothing is wrong, Tom yakiri. There is just someone I have to say something to." She stood up and took her son by the hand, searching for someone who could watch over him while she talked to...
"Looking for someone?" It was Michael. Exactly the same person who she had sat next to on that flight all those years ago, the person who later caused Tony to admit his love to her. But that was a story to be continued later.
"You had that window seat," she breathed. "Of all the people in the world...it was YOU." Michael laughed.
"It took long enough for you to realise Mrs DiNozzo. I'm disappointed." Ziva humphed.
"How was I supposed to remember you? I've been on countless flights and sat next to countless people. I'm sure it must be the same case for you, son of Thomas Sinclair, heir to one of the largest companies in the North-East." Michael shrugged and shook his head.
"No it isn't. Unless pretty girls always sit next to you but there's just the one who completely ignores you, even when you were named in the top 10 on the 'Hottest Heirs' list." Ziva blushed slightly when it occurred to her that Michael was saying that she was that 'pretty girl'.
"There is much that I have to say," he drawled in his husky voice. "But first I invite you to some coffee."
Ziva was in no position to decline.