Chapter 3 – Take a Trek

The next day Ziva and Tony returned to work. It'd been a rough few days, with the Director almost dying (luckily she had been getting water when the attack started)

The day had been going like any other ordinary boring, case-less day, until half an hour before they were due to finish for the day.

Jenny called the team to her office, and they entered silently.

"Ziva, your liaison with NCIS is over. You're going back home."

Ziva eyed Tony shocked but remaining emotionless. He bit hit lip.

"Timothy, we're moving you to Cyber Crimes Unit; you'll be working with officer Holsworthy, starting tomorrow morning. And Tony, you've been reassigned to be the next agent afloat. On the USS Ronald Reagan. You fly out tomorrow, pack your bags. Je- Agent Gibbs," Jenny picked up three folders, and walked around her desk. "Meet your new team."

McGee, Tony, and Ziva were packing their desks in silence as they waited for Gibbs to come down from the Director's office. Unsurprisingly, McGee, finished first, and after an awkward goodbye to both Ziva and Tony he went to the lift.

"Tony?"

"Yes?"

"What are we goin-" Ziva was cut of mid question by Tony.

"I don't know Ziva. I really don't know."

They continued in silence then when they were done walked to the lifts together. Once inside Ziva felt her emotions take control. She set down her box and stopped the lift.

"Ziva?"

Tony saw the tears starting to swell in her eyes and put down his box too, before embracing Ziva.

She didn't cry as such, just clung to Tony, her eyes threatening to overflow. After a few minutes Ziva collected herself and ran a hand through her hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm making it harder."

"No, Ziva, you're not."

Ziva smiled and looked up into Tony's eyes. "Thank you." And she went on tiptoe to kiss him lightly, but ended up becoming loving, desperate, and clingy. Ziva had her arms wrapped around Tony's neck; he had his on her lower back. They took a step back causing Ziva to lean against the side of the lift, neither noticing when Tony's hand brushed against a switch making the lift move again. So when they were both tapped on the shoulder by Abby, they jumped apart and started to ramble.

"Hey, Abs, Ziva was just helping me-"

"We were just-"

"Playing Tonsil Tennis?" Suggested Abby.

"Tonsil Tennis?" Ziva asked, confused.

"Kissing." Explained Tony.

"Ahh."

"You two are together aren't you?" Interrogated Abby.

"Well…"

"We… Er…"

"You can't hide it from me, I can tell." Abby beamed, "So how long has it been?"

"Two months." Said Tony, at the same time that Ziva said;

"Two months, and twenty-two days." They both looked at her, "What?"

"You counted the days?" Asked Tony incredulously.

"So?"

"Aww, Ziva. That is so sweet." Cooed Abby, as she held her hands to her heart.

Ziva looked at Tony. "Diciamo appena Abby, o sono siamo "aperti" di noi?"

"Abby giusto per ora, forse una volta Gibbs prende del senso in Jenny che "usciremo" come lei dice."

"What did you say? I heard my name."

"Abby, if you could, could you not mention er… me and Tony's relationship to anyone."

"Ok. I swear, and like properly swear, not like I swear but then tell everyone any way, because I'm not like that-" She was cut off by Tony,

"Thanks Abbs."

"That's OK Tony. But I just have one question."

"Yes?" Asked Ziva.

"Do you two normally make out in the elevator or was that spur of the moment?"

"Spur of the moment."

"Tony we should get home. We need to pack."

"Pack?" Asked Abby, but then she gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. "Are you two moving in together?"

"No." Said both Tony, and Ziva, confused.

"Then what?" Abby looked down and noticed the two boxes. "You were fired?"

"Not exactly." Murmured Ziva.

"Then what!" Yelled Abby, suddenly angry. "What other reason is there for you two to have your desks cleared and talking in Spanish or Italian or whatever!"

Tony sighed. "I've been reassigned, Abby. I'm the new agent afloat."

"Oh."

"And my liaison with NCIS has been terminated. I have to go back home, to Mossad."

Abby immediately teared up. "Oh you guys." And she ran forward and pulled them in a hug, sniffling. "What about Gibbs, and McGee?"

"McGee is in Cyber Crimes now." Answered Tony,

"And Gibbs has a new team." Added Ziva.

Three hours later Ziva and Tony were driving to Ziva's apartment, Tony had packed all his necessities and was going to help Ziva. Once there Ziva and Tony packed in silence. Ziva made sure she had all her clothes and essential items- her laptop, mobile, passport, ID, wallet, etc in her carry bag then removed her gun, and knifes; as much as she wanted to she wouldn't be aloud to take them on the plane.

It was eleven o'clock when Ziva was sure she was packed. She collected her bags and left them at the door then looked at the hook next to her door. Two sets of keys. She picked them up. She'd had one made for Tony but hadn't given it to him yet.

"Tony."

"Yea?"

"I had this made for you; I suppose it is useless now. But take it. When you're back from being afloat you are welcome here." She held the key out and dropped it in Tony's hand.

"A key?"

"Yes."

"The key to your apartment?"

"I want you to have it."

Twenty-four hours later Ziva David lay awake in a large bed in her father's house. She couldn't sleep. All she could think about was Tony. She rolled over and looked at the clock; 03:00am. So going by DC time it'd be eleven o'clock for Tony. She opened her carry bag and pulled out 'Deep Six', flicking to her favourite scene she read; 'Stakeouts; long endless hours fuelled by cheap food, and even cheaper coffee. But tonight, Mossad Officer Lisa didn't seem to mind, because she was getting to spend it with Agent Tommy…' Ziva stopped. No. This was too emotional. She looked at her bedside table, where her laptop sat. Swapping it with the book, Ziva opened a new email.

Tony,

I don't really know what to say. I can't sleep. I have to get up for work in two hours but yet I can't sleep. My plane trip was good but I wish it hadn't happened, I guess Jenny still has control over Gibbs.

Abby's emailed me already saying I have to talk to her in some form once a day. McGee hasn't spoken since he finished packing his desk and Gibbs hasn't said a word since before Jenny split us all up.

I wish this never happened. I wish we were at your place. I wish I was in your arms again.

Ziva xxx

Ziva read over the email before adding the word 'Love', before 'Ziva'. Then deleting it and finishing the email 'I love you; Ziva xxx' then deleting that and replacing it with 'Call me soon. Always yours, Ziva. xxx' Happy with that she moved the mouse to hover over the 'send' button, and clicked.

AN:

TRANSLATION: Diciamo appena Abby, o sono siamo "aperti" di noi? Are we just telling Abby, or are we being 'open' about us?

Abby giusto per ora, forse una volta Gibbs prende del senso in Jenny che "usciremo" come lei dice. Just Abby for now, maybe once Gibbs gets some sence into Jenny we'll 'come out' as you say.