Should i be really evil and say that i won't update till i get more reviews.

This chapter is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, who WILL meet Tom Hanks one day!

AH, i love Michael Weatherly..

As Tony pressed the buttons on the elevelator his cell began to ring.

He frowned and answered.

"Boss?" he questioned.

Gibbs chuckled at the other end of the line.

"Calm down DiNozzo, i haven't changed my mind."

Tony began to stammer. "W-well uh, i uh didn't think that cos i mean-"

"DiNozzo?"

"Yah boss?"

"Shut up."

"Ok" Tony said obediently

"Gear up. Tell McGee to book 4 rooms, YOU HEAR THAT DINOZZO? FOUR. And then go home and pack, all of you, want you back for 1300." With that Gibbs hung up.

Tony smirked to himself. This was going to be fun. Fun, but dangerous.

Ziva sat fidgeting as McGee tried to make himself look busy. Then she heard the ping of the elevator.

Tony stepped out, shoulders slumped, face crumpled. Defeated.

Ziva paled a little and looked at him expectantly as he walked to his desk avoiding her gaze and began pulling things out of his drawers; his gun, a few magazines..

"Harah" Ziva muttered. Then much louder "What did Gibbs say?"

Tony glanced up, with his best poker face.

"What do you think?" he asked expressionless.

Then he stood up straight. "You better start packing too."

At this McGee spun around looking at Ziva's stunned face then at Tony's as..

Tony broke into a grin and turned to McGee "You too Probie! Road tri-"

he broke off as he was pushed against the wall behind him and had a knife pressed to his neck.

Ziva was pressed against him, bringing back memories, her breath on his neck as she muttered in a low voice "I swear Tony, you try and trick me like that again and I'll kill you."

Tony gulped nervously. "Ok."

Ziva stepped back and smirked, looking down at Tony's trousers.

"I wonder what she's smirking a- OH." McGee thought to himself as Tony grabbed his blazer off his desk, covered his lap and shakily sat at his desk.

Ziva walked out of the bullpen, "I'm going to the ladies." She threw over her shoulder. Tony watched her bottom half as she walked away.

"Woah." Tony said leaning back on his chair with a sigh. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed..

"What're you staring at McSTARE?!" He asked McGee.

McGee gulped and began tentatively.. "So uh. You and Ziva huh?"

"Yep Probie." Tony said with a grin.

"So erm.."

"Yes probie?" Tony said leaning forward in his chair.

"What's she like.." McGee jumped up as a voice behind him finished of f his sentence in his ear: "In bed McGee?"

He jumped up to see Ziva smirking behind him and Tony doubling up in laughter.

"uh NO! I wasn't gonna say that. I swear!" McGee shouted

"Sure you weren't Probie!" Tony said

"So uh Tony, where's the road trip to?" McGee said, trying to change the subject.

"Seattle" Tony said with a grin as Ziva sat on the edge of his desk.

"Sleepless in Seattle! Great movie. Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan, directed by Nora Ephron.." Tony stopped as he saw the blank look on Ziva's face.

"Sleepless in Seattle, That is an American euphemism for sex yes?"

"Well actually Ziva.." McGee stopped in mid-sentence, Tony was glaring at him.

Tony turned to Ziva with that grin of his, full of charm. "Yup Ziva, that's it."

Ziva smiled triumphantly, it wasn't everyday she got a stupid idiom right.

"So fancy it?"

"Fancy what?" Ziva asked confused.

"Being Sleepless in Seattle?" Tony said and winked.

"Tony .." Ziva said in a warning tone.

"Ahhh come on! Gibbs'll never-" Tony stopped abruptly. "he's behind me isn't he?"

Ziva nodded with a smirk as Gibbs slapped Tony.

"I should have known you couldn't pass on a simple message." Gibbs said walking into the bullpen

"Sorry boss." Tony said, not sorry at all.

"McGee, book four rooms , uh, i got Abs to uh- " Gibbs mimed typing in the air

"Email?" McGee asked.

"Yeah i got her to email you the details of the case and the name of the hotel. After you're done go home and pack. All of you! Want you back at 1300." With that he walked off.

"By McGoo!" said Tony standing up. "Ziva!"

Ziva glared at him as she sloooooooowly picked up her bag and coat. Tony was about to grab her wrist and drag her to the elevator, but he didn't think it was a wise idea, her being an assassin and all. So he waited patiently and followed her to the elevator.

They both stepped in and just as the doors shut Tony's lips met Ziva's impatiently.

"Gibbs.." Ziva murmured

Tony grinned down at her, "No Ziva. I'm Tony."

She pushed him away. "Haha. What did he say?"

"Nothing much." Said Tony pulling Ziva close again. Ziva raised an eyebrow.

Tony sighed. "You can't let anything go can you?"

The elevator stopped in the car park and they stepped out.

"well.. we have his blessing."

Ziva smirked. "Ok, he said to keep it out of the office. But you know Gibbs. He's not a man of many words is he..?" Tony trailed off as Ziva made her way over to her car.

"Whaa..?" he said pointing to her car.

"When did you pick up your car?"

Ziva questioned "where from?"

"Well, from your place!" Tony exclaimed

Ziva smirked and opened her car, "Tony, I didn't even stay at Abby's last night. She dropped me straight home."

Ziva laughed at the expression on Tony's face.

"Get in." She said with a sigh.

Ziva parked outside Tony's house and Tony climbed out, he then rushed to Ziva's door. "M'lady" he said offering his arm.

"Tony, I'm not coming in." Ziva said

"aww, come on why not, we've got plenty of time till we get back.." Tony said suggestively.

Ziva sighed. "Tony, go get out of those clothes and shower."

"Fine!" Tony said "Wait here, I'll be back soon!"

Ziva pressed the horn for the 3rd time and slammed her hands against the steering wheel in frustration just as Tony appeared with a large suitcase.

"What took you so long? And what is that?" she growled.

"Come on Ziva. It takes time to look this good!" Ziva looked at him. He had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a thin green shirt, he had on his favourite sunglasses and his hair was styled perfectly, and he smelled goooood, Ziva thought.

"And this is for Seattle, it never hurts to be prepared! We don't know how long we're staying!" Tony leant forward and put his suitcase in the back of Ziva's car and she breathed in the smell of his cologne.

"I smell good Ziva?" Tony said with a smile, his face only inches away from Ziva.

Ziva's cell then pinged. Tiny groaned.

Ziva smirked a little and read the message.

"It's McGee, he says it will be nice there."

Tony smiled "Oh yes it will."

Ziva drove to her house in within 5 minutes.

"I will never get used to your driving." Tony muttered under his breath as he got out of the car, following Ziva to her apartment.

She unlocked the door, set the keys on the counter and walked straight to her bedroom.

Tony followed.

Ziva spun around "Tony, why are you following me like a lost creep?"

Tony grinned. "it's sheep."

"no, i definitely meant creep." Ziva said with a sigh as she began opening her drawers and closet.

"haha." Tony said sarcastically, then declared "I'm helping you to pack!"

Tony scanned Ziva's closet and let out a low whistle.

"You have some nice dresses in here, how come you never wear this kind of stuff at work huh?"

Ziva ignored him and carried on packing, mentally ticking off all the things she needed to pack exept..

She turned around.

"what are you doing Tony?!" she growled as she saw Tony standing there, his arms full of her underwear.

"Helping you pack!" he said with a grin. "You've got some nice stuff here too.."