A/N: I decided to upload this now (I wrote it ages ago too... I wrote two chapters =] I better write some more haha) Thanks for your reviews for the last chapter! Please read this one! It's kinda an explanation of Ziva and Tony and their lives and backgrounds mostly… Slightly fluffy…

Tony flicked through his copy of CHERUB: The General. It was one of the few book series he read. His uncle had bought him the set for the last Christmas, contrary to his father's opinion that it wouldn't be suitable.

If it had been Tony's belief that he would be able to get a good conversation out of Vittorio, he was clearly mistaken. Vittorio was fast asleep, and had been for the previous three hours; practically since they had boarded the plane.

Tony drew out the book he had bought at the airport. It was the first book in the Henderson's Boys series, by Robert Muchamore. He flicked to the first page, and began to read.

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Ziva closed shut her copy of CHERUB: The General, and sighed. She had re-read the series until her father had bought her a new set as the pages were literally falling out of the bindings. She glanced out of the window at the rolling clouds below. She wondered where they were.

Ziva opened the little screen on the miniature TV attached to her arm rest. They were currently flying over the Pacific Sea. Lovely scenery, she thought. Water, water everywhere.

She plugged in the headphones of her iPhone and opened up her music library. She pressed for her playlists and selected "Tov." The unmistakable sound of HaDag Nachesh's Bela Bellissima blared through the headphones. She smiled, as she settled back against the seat and drew out a copy of Henderson's Boys.

Finally, the sound of the fat man's snoring next to her was drowned out by the singing of HaDag Nachash. HaDag saves the day, she thought to herself.

*

"Flight 26 from Tel Aviv has arrived at Terminal 7." The irritating female voice sounded annoyingly cheerful as Ziva stood waiting in the queue to hand over her passport. She had been waiting in the same queue for about an hour, behind the same middle aged woman on her cell with the ear splittingly high and squeaky voice.

"Flight 26 from Tel Aviv has now arrived at Terminal 7." The voice repeated and Ziva frowned. Everyone was off the plane, and everyone knew that they had landed. How many times did they need to tell people? Then she realized.

The first announcement had been in English, while the second had been said in Hebrew.

The queue moved forward by approximately an inch. Ziva took a step forward, and sighed. They should have more of the kiosk things open! The plane had been almost full which meant… what? 100 people? 200 people?

Who were all trying to enter America at the kiosk!

Did these American have no brains?

Eventually, about half an hour later, it was Ziva's turn to hand the security man her passport and await entry to Washington DC.

"Please look into this machine here, ma'am." The man told her, and Ziva turned and looked into a little machine attached to the desk.

It made a strange buzzing sound.

Cornea identification? She wondered. What happened to the old fashioned fingerprints?

"Thank you ma'am. Down the escalator and to the right. Next!" Ziva took the proffered passport, and moved off to the escalator.

She surveyed the luggage collecting area as the escalator descended.

Tel Aviv – Washington DC.

She saw the large digital sign. It was the one right at the end with the large amount of suitcases revolving around on it. She stepped off the escalator and began to walk towards it.

She noticed the large khaki suitcases, and began to run towards it. She squeezed between two parents and hauled them off the black revolving machine.

That was quick! She thought, and smiled.

She looked up at all the signs. They had been translated into Spanish, French and German. Hebrew obviously wasn't widely spoken enough.

She began to follow the signs for 'Arrivals' with her two suitcases dragging behind her.

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"Flight 264 from Long Island has now arrived at Terminal 6." Tony glared at the speakers from which an annoying female voice protruded. He had been stuck in a queue for about ten minutes, and he was already bored. His uncle Vittorio was standing beside him, answering all the business messages he had been sent while they were on the plane.

Finally, after what felt like hours yet in reality was only half an hour, they arrived at the security desk.

Tony pushed his and Vittorio's passports under the glass frame and the security guard eyed them.

"Please look into the machine here please, sir." Tony turned to the cornea identification machine and heard a weird buzzing sound. As Vittorio absent mindedly looked into the machine, Tony heard it again.

"Thank you, sir." The security guard handed their passports back to them. "Down the escalator and turn left."

Tony nodded his thanks, and pulled Vittorio off to collect their luggage.

Tony sighed and stared at the stationary machine. It was meant to move…

Like that! Eventually, the machine began to revolve, and Tony spotted his two suitcases on the other side. He waited, (patiently, for a change) for them to arrive at where he was standing. He pulled them off the contraption and moved out of the way.

Five minutes later, Vittorio picked his small overnight bag off of the luggage machine and joined Tony.

They began to follow the 'Arrivals' signs, which was pretty much where everyone else was going.

A/N: Yaay! Ziva and Tony have arrived in DC! What's going to happen next? Will they meet now? Will they meet later? I know, but you don't! I will upload the next chapter ASAP!!! Please review!