A/N: This chapter and the next chapter were originally one chapter, but it was verging on 3,000 words so I decided to break it down into two chapter, so that's why the ending of this chapter and the beginning of the next chapter follow on real close. Please read and review!

Ziva walked out into the bright summer sun, and pulled out a pair of sunglasses so she could see. She looked around. She was out of the airport… Now where was she meant to go? Would someone be waiting for her? Did she have to find her own way?

"Miss David?" A man in his late twenties or early thirties approached her.

"Yes?" She asked dubiously.

"I am to escort you to Camp Cameron." The man informed her, and Ziva nodded slowly.

"Uh, okay. How do I know you're for real?" She asked. She didn't want to be kidnapped by some Hamas guy or anything.

"Uh…" The man hadn't really been expecting this. "Because you can call your father and ask him?"

"Okay." Ziva pulled out her phone and pressed speed dial 1 to call her father. "Shalom, Aba."

She released a spurt of Hebrew, and the man wondered what she was saying.

"Ken, Aba. Toda raba. Shalom." Ziva snapped her phone shut and smiled sweetly at her escort. "So, where do we go?"

The man led her to a sleek black Volvo, and opened the back door for her. He took her luggage from her and packed the suitcases into the trunk. Ziva slid inside the spacious car and sat down in the center seat.

"Aw, what a gentleman." She said patronizingly. Her escort refrained from slamming the door… but only just. Once the driver had got into the driving seat, Ziva began to ask him questions.

"So, what's your name?" She asked him.

"Jamie Davis." He replied, hoping that she would stop asking him questions. She didn't.

"Where are you from?"

"York, PA." He answered her. He decided to ask her a question now. "Where are you from?"

"Tel Aviv, Israel." Ziva replied promptly. "What is your job description?"

"Taxi driver, limousine driver, and escort. A lot of things really." Jamie shrugged, trying to concentrate on the heavily populated roads. It was hard to see as the sun was reflecting off of pretty much everything.

"Do you have siblings?" Ziva carried on asking her questions. She was very, very bored. It had been a long flight, especially to spend sitting next the a fat man who snored like a drunken sailor with emphysema.

"An older sister. Janine, she is thirty-three. What about you?" Jamie turned the tables on Ziva once again.

"An older brother, Ari, and an older sister, Talia." Ziva answered the question. "Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Ziva asked.

"No."

"Why not? You're kinda cute… You should so have a girlfriend. Oh… are you one of those really picky guys?" Ziva wondered aloud. Then Jamie said something she didn't quite expect.

"I'm gay." Ziva perked up. This conversation was getting a whole lot more interesting.

"Really? I used to have a gay friend back in Israel. He was very nice. He was a lot more down-to-earth than the other guys. And he didn't try to pinch my ass." Ziva replied tactfully.

Jamie stared ahead, not really hearing. Had he just admitted to that? He hadn't told anyone that… He's pretended to be straight and date girls… He suddenly felt… more free. Like he didn't have to hide anymore. But still, why had he told her?

"We'll be there in ten minutes." He changed the subject abruptly, and Ziva sighed.

She pulled her iPod back out of her bag and put the earphones into her ears and began to listen to a lecture on psychology that she had downloaded from MIT from the iTunes University when she was bored one day. It wasn't all that bad; she was learning more ways on how to manipulate people. It might really come in useful.

As Jeremy Wolfe was just letting his students get up and walk around a bit, Jamie brought the Volvo to a stop outside a large building that looked vaguely old-fashioned. Ziva waited for the man to open her car door before stepping out.

Davis brought her luggage around to her, and took one of the suitcases for her.

"Thank you." She smiled brightly. "Which way?"

Jamie pointed at a sign that read: RECEPTION.

"That way." He stated, and he walked off, leaving Ziva to follow behind.

They entered the reception area and the receptionist smiled at them.

"Good afternoon, how may I help you?" She said in a very receptionist voice, which was much too happy to be sincere.

"I am Ziva David. I am staying here?" Ziva introduced herself. The receptionist smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Ziva. You must be Eli David." She turned to Jamie, who laughed.

"I'm just her escort." He explained at the receptionist's puzzled look. She nodded, understanding.

"I will take you to your cabin, and then to where you will meet the other campers." She informed Ziva, taking the case from Jamie, and thanking him. Jamie disappeared off to go wherever he had to go. "There is still another girl to arrive; you aren't the last."

"Good." Ziva smiled at the receptionist, who seemed pretty nice.

"I'm Cynthia." The receptionist introduced herself, as they walked out from the reception area, and along a stone path.

They finally reached a row of cabins, and Cynthia knocked on a door, and then opened it.

"This will be your cabin for the duration of your stay." Cynthia explained. "Here is your key."

She handed Ziva a key which was attached to a tag which read, 'Ziva David, Cabin 5.'

Ziva took to proffered key and put her suitcase on one of the empty bed. Two beds were already claimed, and was littered by a selection of (mainly black) clothing, black suitcases, and a make-up bag, which, since open, the contents had fallen out onto the bed. Ziva noticed the black lipstick and the eyeliner first. This girl sure liked black. The other bed had two small suitcases sitting on it.

Cynthia stepped back out of the cabin.

"Would you like to meet your fellow campers?" She asked, and Ziva shrugged.

"I guess I will one way of other." She replied, and Cynthia laughed, before leading the way down another path.

A/N: Well I hope you liked this chapter! The next chapter is coming very, very soon! Please review!