Author's Note: Okay new chapter. I'm writing so much in such a short time because no one is home to distract me or worse cuss me for never moving from in front of the computer.

VIII

Tony couldn't believe it.

He was looking forward to visiting Amsterdam and now he was cutting his trip short by five days and running off the Israel chasing some chick he knew nothing about.

He had tried to enjoy Amsterdam but his thoughts were always drifting back to her. Ziva David.

She did say to look her up if he ever was in Tel Aviv but he hadn't a clue how he was suppose to find her.

He was sitting in another airport but this time he was sitting in a corner by himself with his laptop out checking his email.

He didn't bother replying to any of his emails though. Instead he opened a new message and wrote an email to friend of his from high school.

His friend, Garry Brookes, was the only person Tony knew who could help him as he worked at the American Embassy in Tel Aviv. The email read:

Garry

I'm flying into Tel Aviv today.

Wanna meet up cause I need your help.

Tony

Less than five minutes later he got a reply.

Hell yes!

Come by the Embassy anytime.

Tony laughed. He Garry would just crack up when he heard why he was in Tel Aviv.

NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS

D.C.-outside Abby's Lab

Gibbs exited the elevator carrying a Caf-Pow and was immediately assaulted by the blow back from the explosion in Abby's lab.

He staggered backwards gathering his bearings and then started to panic. He dropped the Caf-Pow and rushed through the smoke looking for Abby.

"ABBY!" he called out not seeing her anywhere.

He heard a cough coming from somewhere behind him and spun.

"Over here Gibbs," Abby said crawling from under her desk.

Gibbs gave her a hand.

"I bet you're wondering what happened," Abby said dusting herself off.

"You think?" Gibbs asked.

Abby avoided making eye contact with him.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Let's just say there are some things you don't mix together not even for the sake of forensic science." Abby said still avoiding looking at him.

Gibbs moved closer not saying a word.

Abby finally looked up to see him glaring at her.

"You wouldn't!" she said out raged.

"I would," Gibbs said with a smirk as he swiftly slapped her on the back of the head.

Abby watched him leave gently rubbing the back of her head.

Tony was so dead when he got back. Before he left there was no way Gibbs would have Gibbs-slapped her.

Tel Aviv

Tony didn't bother with finding a hotel, he headed straight to the Embassy in search for Garry.

He was directed to his friends office and was about to enter when he name being called.

"Tony!"

He turned to see a skinny, six feet four inches, red headed guy, Garry, walking towards him.

They gave each other an awkward hug and Garry ushered him inside his office.

"Man, I haven't seen you in like forever and all of a sudden you're in Israel of all places." the other man said slapping Tony on the back, "What are you doing here anyway?"

Tony laughed.

"To cut a long story short," Tony said, "I'm looking for someone."

Garry looked at him puzzled, "Who?"

"A woman."

Garry shook his head and laughed, "Same old Tony," he said between laughs.

Tony joined his laughter, "Well that's why I always got laid and you never did," he said, "I was willing to go the extra mile."

They laughed together for a while longer before Tony stopped them.

"Seriously though Garry, I only know her name and I was hoping you would pull some strings and help me find her." Tony said getting serious, "You owe me."

Garry laughed, "Okay okay," he said, "give me her name and I'll see what I can do for ya."

Garry uncorked a bottle of water that was on his desk and took a sip.

"Ziva David," Tony told him.

Garry almost choked to death on the water he was swallowing.

"Hey!" Tony said getting offended, "What's that for."

"Nothing bro," Garry said recovering from his choking fit, "just…ya really know how to choose them."

"You know her?"

"Yep and she's a looker but kinda scary." he said, "Then again they all are kinda scary. You know what I mean." He quickly added after seeing the look on Tony's face.

"No I don't," Tony said sternly.

Garry burst out in laughter, "You really have no idea do ya," he managed between laughs.

Tony shook his head.

"The chick's Mossad," he announced pausing to get Tony's reaction.

Tony smiled, "Awesome!" Tony said happily, "When do we go see her?"

Garry shook his head. Tony was unbelievable at times.

HQ for the Institute for Intelligence and Special Operations (Mossad)

Ziva David was fidgeting in her seat.

She was waiting to be granted an audience with the Deputy Director and even the man was her father she knew he wouldn't be pleased with the news she brought back from Paris and he definitely wouldn't be cutting her any trousers…wait was it…no slacks…yes…wait…ahh whatever.

She repositioned herself in her chair once more and smiled as she remembered the handsome American she had met in Paris.

Her smile widened as she remembered the look in his hazel eyes the first time she saw him in that jazz bar and then again at the airport.

A shadow stood over her and she looked up at her father. His expression wiped the smile cleaned from her lips.

"You smile because you bring good news, yes?" Eli David asked.

Ziva shook her head.

He turned on his heels and headed into his office.

Ziva sighed getting up to follow him. If he was this upset about the American's NCIS accusing Ari of the attempted murder of one of their Agents he will be way worse when he found out that it was true.

Ari Haswari really did try to kill Special Agent…uhm…what was his name again. She had to remind herself to check the file for the man's name.

Eli was pacing around his office waiting for her debrief on her mission to Paris.

Ziva slipped the file from her bag and started telling him what she had found out. After reaching the part about Ari's guilt in the shooting of Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo…wait that guy's name was DiNozzo, Tony DiNozzo, wasn't Tony short for Anthony?...well her father suddenly looked old.

He wasn't a young man by any means but she never saw him look so old or weary before.

He sank into his chair looking drained of energy.

"Abba?" she asked uncertain of his health and momentarily forgetting about Tony.

Ziva wasn't close to her father but she was so unused to him looking like this she didn't know what to do. She hadn't even gotten around to telling him about the missing bomb yet and he was acting like this. Maybe she shouldn't bother, she could just wait to debrief the Director, but then again it might be too late by then.

She took a deep breath and finished her report.

He looked so sad as he turned to her and said, "Ziva we have no choice but to find him and stop him."

"Yes Abba," she said standing to leave.

"No," he said stopping her in her tracks, "not you. I could never ask so much from you. After all he is your brother."

Ziva sighed, "Yes," she told him, "but he is also a terrorist."

Eli David watched his daughter sadly as she left his office.

Ziva exited with a solemn look on her face but as she entered the reception area between the Director and Deputy Director's offices her face lit up with joy.

"Tony!" she exclaimed drawing the American's attention.

He smiled at her and she could swear her heart skipped a beat.

How could one American man make her feel this way?

Author's Note: Ok what do ya think? I know I'm moving slow but come on you have to admit it's good. Ain't it? Review me please.