A/N: Oops. Disclaimer. I don't own anything. If anything in this fic come anywhere close to the actual episode, know that it is coincidence. I (unfortunately) do not have contacts 'on the inside'. I'm gonna go sulk now…*Sulks*
However, I will be using as much information that I have at my hands. Names for example and things I've seen in promo pics.
Seeing as I have no information on why they are returning to Israel, I plan to make up my own
This chapter is rated…M. If you don't like, don't read the section after 'Hyatt Hotel…'
By the way, I wanted to wait until Tuesday night, but I can't resist… Consider yourselves lucky!
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On A Tarmac in Israel: Two days later
Ziva, Gibbs, Vance and Tony stepped out of the small plane that had taken them from DC to Israel. As soon as their eyes had adjusted to the sunlight, they saw a man standing in front of them, a limousine behind him.
"Shalom. I am Officer Amit Hadar. Director David sent me to escort you to your hotel." His eyes turned to Ziva. "Is it true, Officer David? Are you the one who killed Officer Rivkin?"
Ziva glanced at her feet and then back at Hadar, searching for the words to explain her actions. She felt an arm around her and heard Gibbs speak.
"She killed Rivkin to protect another agent. Now will you please show us to our hotel?" His tone left no room for discussion. Hadar looked like he had been slapped across the face but curtly nodded and opened the door to the limo that was behind him. The three agents and the director piled in and sat in a comfortable silence while the driver and Hadar put their bags into the trunk. A moment later, Hadar entered the limo and sat down next to Tony.
"I am somewhat surprised that you did not escort Officer Rivkin's body back to Israel." Hadar began. "But then again, he was not family like Officer Haswari." Ziva felt her pulse race, but said nothing. "It seems that all of the Mossad Officers that hang around you end up dead, Ziva." At her side, her fists clenched, but she still remained silent. "Why is that?"
"Hey!" Tony yelled and Hadar's gaze whipped to him. "It's obvious that she doesn't want to talk about it. Leave her alone." Hadar raised his eyebrows, but nodded. The rest of the ride to the hotel was in uncomfortable silence.
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Director David's Office: Later that same day.
"I understand that your partner, Anthony DiNozzo, came along." Eli David stated from behind his desk. Ziva nodded from her place in front of him and he pursed his lips in thought. "Strange. I wouldn't think a man who had just gotten shot would want to get on a flight from Washington to Tel Aviv." He waved his hand. "Anyway, seeing as this is the second Mossad Officer that has been killed while under your 'care', I am forced to terminate your position at Mossad. After you attend Officer Rivkin's funeral, you are allowed to return to Washington." With that said, Eli looked back down at the papers that were on his desk.
"That is it?" Ziva demanded after what her father had said, kicked in. "You are terminating me?" Eli nodded. "Without even some kind of explanation?"
"Even though you were not Officer Rivkin's control officer, you were the one who killed him! Ari was your responsibility and you let him die." Eli yelled and Ziva stood in shock.
Finally, she nodded. "Alright." She turned on her heel and left the room.
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A bar in downtown Tel Aviv
Ziva was downing her third mojito when Gibbs sat down on the stool next to her.
"Do you wanna share what happened?" Gibbs asked.
"No, not really." She ordered a bourbon for Gibbs in Hebrew and the bartender nodded.
"Ziva."
Ziva sighed and turned on her stool. "I got terminated from Mossad." She motioned for the bartender to refill her drink.
Gibbs sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry."
Ziva chuckled darkly. "I thought you did not believe in apologizing, Gibbs!"
"Yeah, well, every rule has an exception." Gibbs nodded in thanks as the bartender set his glass down.
Ziva rolled her eyes and mumbled before another mojito was set down in front of her. She grabbed the glass and began to suck it down fiercely. Gibbs watched with amusement as the young woman consumed half of her drink in a matter of seconds.
"You do know," Ziva began, "now I have no job."
Gibbs thought about this and realized that she was right. She was a Mossad liaison to NCIS. Without the Mossad, she wasn't a liaison, and without the liaison, she wasn't at NCIS. He muttered a curse under his breath and nodded. "Yeah."
"Ha." Ziva chuckled slightly. "Both you and my father have little to say today." She finished her drink and signaled for another one.
"Hey, Ziva, how many drinks have you had?"
"This would be her fifth." The bartender answered and Gibbs ran a hand over his face. He quickly finished his bourbon and got up.
"Come on Ziva, it's time to go."
Ziva laughed. "But I am not nearly drunk enough." She stumbled off her stool and Gibbs caught her arm before she fell to the floor. "Heh. Oops." Ziva giggled and Gibbs smiled slightly as he led her out of the bar.
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The Hyatt Hotel: Room 319
Ziva was lying in her hotel bed, trying to get to sleep. She hadn't slept since the night she'd killed Michael, and every time she closed her eyes, images of him came back to her. Memories of him touching her, talking to her, looking at her. Even in death, she couldn't stop seeing him. Her head was pounding and she was about to switch on the bedside table and find something for it when she heard a noise from outside her door. She picked up the only thing she could use as a weapon, her pillow, and waited by the wall by the bed. She saw the door open and a shadow was cast on the floor. She stepped out into the room and was prepared to hit the person when the light was flipped on.
"Hey!" The person yelled and Ziva dropped the pillow on the floor.
"Tony?"
"Yeah, Gibbs called me. Said you hit the bar pretty hard. He wanted me to check on you." He took a step into the room.
Ziva grinned and cocked her head to the side. "He did? That is sweet of him."
"Yeah." Tony stood there in silence for a minute. "Well, it's obvious that you're ok. I'm gonna go." He turned to leave, but Ziva grabbed his arm.
"Wait," He looked down at her.
"What?"
Ziva sighed. "I do not know." She hung her head and felt the tears start to form.
Tony put his finger under her chin and gently lifted it. His own judgment was impaired from his attack on the mini-bar in his room, and before he knew it, their lips had met. They broke apart for a moment and their lips met again, this time with more hunger. His fingers ran through her hair and hers ran through his. They could taste the alcohol on each other's breath and this lead to more even more excitement. Tony kicked the door shut with his foot and together the stumbled over to the bed. Ziva turned them around so that the back of Tony's legs were against the foot of the bed and then she gently pushed him down.
"Ziva." He warned throatily and her dark eyes looked up at him as she straddled him. He was breathing heavily now, trying to keep his arousal from rising, but as Ziva kissed his neck he found this nearly impossible. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt, scratching her nails gently over the exposed skin. Tony groaned causing Ziva to smile seductively and then she lightly kissed the red scratches that had formed. She sat back up, and for a moment Tony was unsure what she was going to do, but then Ziva smirked and lifted her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. Tony swallowed hard when he saw what Ziva was wearing underneath her shirt. Black. Lacy. Bra. Ziva followed Tony's line of sight and saw that he was staring at her cleavage. She chuckled and reached around her back to unhook her bra.
"What are we doing?" Tony asked with desperation in his voice. He didn't know if the alcohol was making Ziva do something that she would regret later on and, he was secretly still mad at her.
She chuckled and lent down so her mouth was by his ear. "I think, we are having sex."
Tony nodded slightly. "I thought that's what we were doing, but I needed to make sure you knew what we were doing before we did it."
"Are you always this nervous?" Ziva asked and she nipped his ear lightly.
He chuckled nervously. "No, it's just…" But Ziva put a finger to his lips.
"Shush now." She turned her attention to his belt and began to unfasten it. Tony bit his lip and nervously complied as she pulled his pants and boxers off. Then an idea popped into his head.
"Gibbs." His voice cracked as he said their bosses name and Ziva looked at him.
"What about him?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Rule…rule 12!" Tony exclaimed. "Never date a co-worker. That includes 'never sleep with a co-worker.' Also known as 'never literally screw a co-worker.'"
Ziva's face fell slightly and then she nodded. "That is true," Tony internally sighed with relief, "but I do not work for Gibbs anymore." Tony's eyes shot to her face, making sure that he had heard her right.
"What?"
"My position with Mossad was terminated. I am no longer tied to NCIS." She undid the button on her jeans and shed her pants.
Though as shocked as he was, Tony was even more turned on by his more than half naked former partner. With his one good arm he flipped them over, but this was short lived.
"Ah, ah, ah." Ziva scolded. "I like it on top, remember." She flipped them over again and quickly slipped out of her panties. For the first time since their undercover operation, they were together. Alone. In a hotel room. In bed. For a moment, neither of them moved, they just took in the sight of each other's naked form. Then Tony sat up, pulled Ziva closer to him and they began to kiss again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his good arm around her back, running his fingers up and down her back. He kissed down her neck, to her collarbone, and down to between her breasts. Ziva threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut and let out a moan. She ran her fingers through his hair then ran her hands down the front of his shoulders, scratching the front of them lightly. He groaned and looked up at her.
"Ziva." He groaned and she nodded. A moment later, they were one. They screamed each other's names, collapsed on top of each other and drew random shapes on each other's bare skin that night.
It wasn't the white sandy beaches of Israel that they had made love on, like McGee had predicted, but to Tony and Ziva, the white hotel sheets in a hotel that wasn't that far from them was good enough.
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A/N: Ok. So…yeah. That chapter was almost 2,000 words! I'm proud of myself on so many levels right now! Please review! Oh! I have new spoilers too! I'm going to work them into the fic, and I think that it'll be goooood.
Also, I am very impressed with the number of reviews that I received last chapter. Let's keep it up!