In response to the review from Kat asking if the spoiler for this was about them going undercover as man and wife or something else, the answer is "something else." The only mention I have heard of Tony and Ziva going undercover was from the commentary by MW and CdP for the episode "Housekeeping," and it was said as something Cote would like to see happen again between Ziva and Tony. This story is essentially filling in backstory, for the next "spoiler" to make sense, at least in my "Promotion" world.

This is a really long chapter, but I wanted to close it so I could get to the next Vignette based on a spoiler. My hope is to get all of these done before the season premiere.

Taking a pen, Tony signed "Anthony DeMarco" and Ziva signed "Ziva Davidson DeMarco." "Great, thanks!" Joey shook Tony and Ziva's hands, offering them his left hand. "So any great honeymoon plans?"

Tony put his arm around Ziva. "A short one, unfortunately. I rejoin my unit in Afghanistan in a week. We're spending a couple of days at the Williamsburg Inn and Resort." Reverend Evans raised his eyes in appreciation. "That is a beautiful place. I know you will enjoy it. I'm sorry to hear you have to leave your bride so soon."

Tony looked appropriately sad. "Well, I'm a consultant with the Corps. My deployment actually ends in three months but…" He looked at Ziva and kissed her again. The Reverend laughed. "Couldn't wait?"

Tony continued looking at Ziva. "Would you?" Gibbs pointedly looked at his watch. "Hey, if we want to get to the restaurant in time and get you down to Williamsburg, we need to go…now!"

Tony and Ziva thanked the Chapel people again for a wedding "they will always remember." The group left together, then got into their separate cars. They would all meet again at a pre-arranged placed.

Vignette Three- Part Two

Tony was the first to speak. "Please DiNozzo, no toasts." Gibbs murmured. Tony wondered if this day had taken more out of Gibbs than he thought it would. "Thanks Boss. What I was going to say is that I think the son is the contact."

Ziva nodded. "I agree. Did you see how he purposely shook our left hands? He could get a good look at our rings that way. And he had us sign that book so he could have our names"

Gibbs nodded. "Ok, I missed the part with the rings, but that book signing sent out big signals that he seems to be the most likely in that group."

Gibbs and McGee worked out surveillance for Joey Evans, Jr. Abby headed back to the lab to work on the forensic evidence that had arrived finally from the original case.

Tony and Ziva got into a convertible Mustang and made their way down I-95 South toward Williamsburg. "Have I told you today that you look absolutely beautiful?" Tony said to Ziva, wanting to look at her, but keeping his eyes on the road. "Your eyes have." Ziva answered softly.

At that, Tony did break contact with the road to look at Ziva, but then quickly looked ahead again. "Well then it appears that I have some serious work ahead of me tonight, to make up for not saying it."

Ziva chuckled beside him. "Well, we are on our honeymoon. It is supposed to be special is it not?"

At that, Tony gunned the gas.

Williamsburg Inn and Resort

Tony pulled in front of the hotel, allowing the hotel staff to take their luggage, and gave the car keys to the valet. He put his hand around Ziva's waist and whispered in her ear as they entered the hotel. "Remember, we just got married, so go with my flow ok? Follow my lead."

Ziva looked sideways at Tony. "You aren't taking this moment to tell me you've been on a honeymoon before are you?"

Tony looked at Ziva with alarm. "What? No! Hell, No! I just might make some suggestive comments and I want you to act like a love struck newlywed."

Ziva chuckled. "I see. Well, then this shall be interesting."

Tony grinned. "Oh yeah."

They got up to the counter. "Good afternoon or maybe early evening?" Tony began. "Mr. and Mrs. Anthony DeMarco, checking in for their long awaited honeymoon!" The hotel clerk smiled. "Congratulations. I think the wedding gown was bit of a giveaway, but it's always fun to hear."

"DeMarco, yes, here we are." The clerk's eyebrows rose. "Ah, one of our Freedom Suites, reserved for members of our military. Thank you sir, for your service."

Tony was a little uncomfortable with the praise, since he had never actually served, but Ziva came to his rescue. She leaned into him and looked at him with the largest eyes he had ever seen. "Yes, I am so proud of him."

Tony almost lost it right there, but remembered to stay on script. "Why thank you, sweetheart. You are my inspiration." He kissed her convincingly, which took no effort on his part.

"So, what are your plans while you are here? We have a lot of amenities at The Inn…" Tony waved him off. "Oh, I have it all planned. Tonight," and he pulled Ziva closer to him, "We are going to make a baby, then we are going to order room service and eat something really expensive, then we are going to make another baby; then order room service again for dessert. Then," He looked at Ziva, who surprisingly was smiling through his whole dissertation, "We may need to take a little nap, and if I'm lucky, Ziva's going to wake me up to make another baby."

The clerk did not blink an eye through Tony's entire performance. He handed Tony the keys to their room. "Well, then. Good luck. Sounds like you really want a kid." Ziva patted his chest. "Not only that, he is hoping he will get to carry it as well." With that, Ziva took this hand and led him to the elevator. The clerk chuckled under his breath.

"Hey!" Tony protested as Ziva pulled him into the elevator. Before he could get another word out, Ziva kissed him so hard he almost forgot to breath. Finally able to speak, he placed his hands on her waist. "Guess all that baby talk got you really hot, huh?"

The elevator door opened and they stumbled to their room. Tony was trying to undress while he was opening the door. They practically fell on the floor getting through the door. Laughing, the helped each other up. Just as Tony was about to undo Ziva's dress, there was a knock on the door. They looked at each other. "I didn't already order room service did I?"

"You don't think this group would try anything this early do you?" Ziva asked. Tony almost slapped himself in the back of the head. For the past ten minutes he had completely forgotten about the case, why they were really there.

"Shit!" He said. He looked around for his luggage, but it wasn't up yet. "My gun is in my suitcase." He whispered to Ziva.

"What?" Sighing, she reached under her dress and pulled out a knife she had attached to her leg. "Did you wear that during the entire wedding?" Her look answered his question.

They stood by the door. "Ready?" Ziva nodded.

"C'mon Tony, I know you and Ziva are in there. We could hear you kissing all the way down the hall."

Tony and Ziva looked at each other, and opened the door.

"Stan?"

"Welcome to Williamsburg. How was the wedding? Sorry I couldn't make it. Oh, my God, Ziva!" Stan had been strolling into the room, ragging on his friends when he caught site of Ziva.

"Hands off, Stan. She's my wife, now. Not yours."

Stan smiled. "Man, did I end up of the wrong end of the stick on this assignment."

Ziva smiled and gave Stan a kiss. "I am just going to change out of this dress. It is lovely, but not one to wear all day long. I will return shortly." Tony watched her go, clearly disappointed.

"Hoping to take it off of her, huh DiNozzo?"

"Yep." Tony turned to Stan. "I don't know if you heard, but Ziva and I are together now, as in…together."

Stan looked surprised. "No, I hadn't heard. Way to go DiNozzo. Ziva is very special, but you already know that." With that Ziva emerged from the bedroom, wearing an off the shoulder thin sweater and every tight white pants, and looking like a million bucks.

They all sat at the table. "Ok, the room has been swept. There are no bugs, so there should be no problem but I would continue to use your undercover names in case that changes. We will sweep every time after any hotel personnel come into your room. We'll also provide you with a sweep so you can check whatever Room Services bring to your room."

Stan pointed behind him. "We are next door. We have monitoring equipment," he saw Tony frown at that, "Which will only be activated while you are out of the room, or if you activate it yourself." He handed each of them a small device that looked like an iPod. It also had earphones. "You may find this uncomfortable, but you guys like to sleep with your iPods." Tony looked at his. "Is there any way we can accidently turn this on so that you can hear us when we don't want you hearing us?"

Stan knew what he was asking. "If either of you activate the monitoring, we will whisper in your ear to make sure you want it on. If the answer is yes, then we are good to go. If the answer is no, then we will terminate. Come on, Tony, you can trust us."

"We do trust you, Stan." Ziva said, looking significantly at Tony. She didn't want their lovemaking overheard or recorded, God forbid. But they were all professionals. "By the way, who is 'we'?"

Surprisingly, Stan blushed. "My partner for this op." Tony and Ziva looked at each other. "And…?" Tony asked.

"Her name is Dana Denton."

"And…" Tony persisted.

Stan sat back in his chair and smiled. He picked up his cellphone and punched a number. "Hey, Hi! Come on over."

Not two seconds later, the door between the two rooms in the living room opened and a young woman came through. Well, young is a relative term. Stan was in his forties, so Dana was probably in her thirties. She had brown hair with light highlights, bright blue eyes, and was very, very pretty.

"Hi, Tony, Ziva. I'm Dana." "Hi!" They both said, then looked at Stan.

Stan looked at Dana, who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. Finally, Stan broke into a big grin. "Ok, busted. But we are not common knowledge. We are work partners only as far as the brass is concerned."

"Hey, no worries. Ziva and I played that game for months." Tony smiled. "Good for you, so are there like buttons we can push to turn on the monitors in your room?" Stan threw a pillow at Tony.

9PM

Tony flopped back onto his back, sweating and breathing hard. "Ok, baby number one in the oven. Ready to go ahead and try for number two, or are you hungry?"

Ziva caressed his face. "I think you need some time to, recharge, before you can even think about, what? Baby number two? You are insane."

Tony had his arm around her shoulder, snuggled together like they did after their first undercover assignment. "How is it that you aren't even tired? Or sweating?" Tony looked at Ziva. "And I'll have you know that DiN…DeMarco's are known for their quick bounce backs."

Ziva gave a throaty chuckle. "Food first. Follow your little story to the Front Desk clerk. Then you will be rejuvenated, yes?" Tony smiled and grabbed the service menu.

As per instruction, they placed their iPod earphones in their ears when they were finally too tired to keep their eyes open.

Their sleep was interrupted by Tony's cell phone ringing. "Yeah…" Tony mumbled into the phone. "Tony!" Gibbs snapped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm on my damn honeymoon, that's what I'm doing!" Gibbs had the grace to smile. "Keep you up all night?"

"Need to know, and you don't. Here, talk to Ziva." Tony handed the phone to Ziva, who was already awake and dressed. "Good morning."

"Good morning…" Gibbs drawled it out. "How did things go with Stan last night?"

"Very good. We are ready if anyone should try to attempt a robbery."

Gibbs smiled at "attempt," knowing Ziva meant that they would not be successful. "Remember Ziver, we want these people. I don't care if you hurt them, but no one gets killed; unless it's in self-defense."

Ziva listened carefully and nodded. "Understood. I will get Tony up so we can get breakfast and wander around to make sure everyone knows we are on our honeymoon. We will call you later." Ziva ended the call.

She leaned over Tony, who was trying to go back to sleep. She kissed his cheek, then his neck. He moaned, turning more onto his back. He pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. "Good morning, Mrs. DeMarco."

"Good morning, Mr. DeMarco. You need to get up. We need to walk around and make ourselves known."

Tony groaned. "Are you sure we can't just…" Ziva covered his mouth with her hand. "Out of curiosity, how many babies did we make last night?" His words were barely audible from beneath Ziva's hand.

Ziva thought for about 30 seconds. "At my last count…five?" She stroked his cheek. "Can I ask you something personal?"

Tony turned his head toward her, a serious look on his face. "We made a promise to always tell the truth, no matter how much it might hurt. Are you worried about something?"

Ziva hesitated, not wanting to ask the question, but she was really curious. "OK." She took a deep breath. That caused Tony to sit half up on his side, so he could give her his full attention.

"Please first understand that I am not commenting on your sexual past, I mean I am not trying to compare myself or make a negative reference to the number of other women you have had sex with." Tony momentarily looked confused. "Could she seriously be worried if he preferred sex with someone he had been with in the past?"

"When you were with Wendy, and Jeanne, and E.J. and I guess every other women you ever had sex with…did you always refer to having sex as making a baby?"

Tony felt like he had been head slapped by Gibbs. He looked closely at Ziva. She didn't really look upset, more curious than anything. Tony kissed Ziva and cupped her face. "I can honestly say to you that I have never referred to having sex, going to bed, sleeping with each other, or some of the other less tasteful words, to any other woman, as making a baby."

"Then why are you doing it now?" Tony fingered one of her curls. He loved her hair down and he was going to get her to start doing it more if it was the last thing he did.

"Because we just got married, we are on our honeymoon, I am being sent to Afghanistan in a week, and I won't see you for another three months."

Ziva smiled. "Well, when you put it that way, it makes perfect sense; to say that to everyone who thinks our cover story is real. But you kept referring to it all last night, when it was just us. Every time we…do you want a baby?"

That question caught Tony totally off guard, especially since Ziva asked it so calmly. "Do you want a baby?" He asked.

"Do not try to get out of answering my question, by turning it on me. Remember? Truth always, even if it hurts."

Tony sat up and hugged his knees. "Now that we are together, and Gibbs knows about it; it has gotten me thinking about the future, our future. In fact, once this op was over, I was going to ask you if you want to move in together."

Tony looked at Ziva to gauge her reaction and was pleased to see a smile on her face. "You don't ask someone to live with you unless you think the relationship has the potential to succeed. The potential to lead to marriage. A baby is the next natural step."

"I don't know. Maybe I am thinking this is real too much. I don't want to scare you. You know I love you. You love me. I want us to be together forever. So, I guess if I had to make my decision right now or lose everything, then yes, I would want a baby, but only with you." He paused, "And just to be clear, we are not having sex, we are making love."

Ziva pulled Tony back so he was lying down and laid her head on his chest. "So maybe now would be a good time to ask me if I would like to live with you."

Tony raised his head slightly to see if Ziva was giving him a hard time, but she was looking very seriously at him, almost daring him, but with so much love in her face, he relaxed.

Tony got up and stood by the bed. He pulled Ziva up out of bed so she was standing next to him. Taking both of her hand in his, he smiled one of his genuine, caring smiles; instead of his "Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo-am I hot or what?" smiles.

"Ziva, when we are done here and go back to DC, will you consider and hopefully say yes to moving in with me?"

Ziva squeezed Tony's hands. She slowly moved her hands up his chest until they were linked around his neck. "I cannot imagine living with anyone but you. Yes, I will live with you, as long as you can stand it."

Tony threw back his head and laughed at that. Considering they had practically been living together since they made the decision to take their relationship to a higher level, he felt confident that he would never get tired of her. He kissed her deeply, then picked her up and swung her around, making her laugh so hard she started to snort.

"Oh, when I can make you snort, I feel like my job is done." He put her down and planted another kiss on her. "Ok, let's go play newlywed tourist and be real obvious about it."

11AM

Tony and Ziva wandered all over the property, surveying potential areas that could be used as observation points, but mostly people watching. They were glued at the hip, holding hands. They made it clear to anyone who may have been watching them that they were clearly newlyweds, or just deeply on love. Ziva made a big show of periodically holding up her left hand to admire the diamonds in her rings sparkle in the sunlight.

It was December, so it wasn't exactly hanging out by the pool weather, but they found a nice indoor/outdoor poolside restaurant that looked very inviting and a good place to gossip.

Tony and Ziva sat at two stools at the bar. Another couple slipped into the chairs next to them. "Two Sam Adams, please!" The man who just sat down requested. Tony and Ziva looked over and smiled. Stan and Dana smiled back and then returned to their menus.

Tony looked at Ziva. "I know we are on an op, so we probably shouldn't be drinking any alcohol." "Not stopping Stan and Dana." Ziva replied under her breath.

"Excuse me," Tony spoke to the bartender. "One non-alcoholic beer for me and a fun-fruity non-alcoholic drink for my beautiful bride."

The Bartender looked at the signed slip, charging the drinks to their room. "DeMarco? Didn't they tell you? All drinks for newlyweds are on the house. Sure you don't want to…uh, upgrade a little bit?"

Tony and Ziva both looked surprised. "No, we hadn't heard. I'm going back to Afghanistan in a week, so I don't want to fail any tests. My gorgeous bride here; we are working on a baby before I get too old to run after them." Ziva snickered at that.

"Hey, did I hear you say you are newlyweds? Congratulations!" Stan stuck out his hand for Tony to shake. Tony smiled. "One whole day! I'm Tony by the way and this is my wife, Ziva." Tony had a sudden odd sensation, just referring to Ziva as his wife was mind-boggling.

Ziva smiled and took Stan's hand. "Very nice to meet you…?"

"Sam and this is my wife Danielle. We spent our honeymoon here and come back every year for our anniversary."

"What a lovely tradition!" Ziva exclaimed. "We are being watched." She said under her breath. Stan/Sam nodded, putting his arm around Dana/Danielle and whispering in her ear.

Tony had noticed the almost silent exchange with Stan, so he moved closer to Ziva and kissed her on the cheek and clinked her glass. "What's up?" He whispered as he kissed her.

Ziva move her lips to his, but her eyes were slowly looking around. "In the far corner of the bar, early thirties, wearing glasses. Really perked up when he heard we were newlyweds. Could be nothing." Tony had had his eyes closed, but as they finished their kiss he cupped her face as if looking deeply in her eyes, but was gazing slightly toward the corner Ziva had indicated. "Uh, huh."

"Sam" and "Danielle" stood up. "Enjoy your honeymoon. One nice thing about this place is that they let you walk around with your drinks." He winked at Ziva and they left.

About fifteen minutes later, Ziva turned to Tony. "Sweetheart, can we go back to our room? You know I promised Dad we'd call." Tony rolled his eyes. "In-laws." Ziva just chuckled. "I promise it won't be long."

Tony stood up, grabbed their drinks and they headed back to their room. Inside they found Stan and Dana doing a sweep and inspection to see if there had been any changes to the room during their absence.

Dana looked up. "Hi! Having fun?" Tony grinned.

They discussed the young man at the bar and agreed that he looked suspicious but the plan was to get the entire group, and not capture one and hope he blabs. Tony grabbed his phone and called Gibbs.

'Hi, D-a-d….." Tony schmoozed into the phone. "Oh, we're having a great time. Lots to see and do; that is if we ever actually leave this hotel room. I…wha…?" Ziva grabbed the phone out of Tony's hand. "We have a person of interest, but we will just watch him. According to the other scenarios, if there is an attempt to steal our jewelry, it will be tonight."

"Just don't initiate any action, Ziva, got that?" Gibbs was stern. "Yes, Daddy." She said, sweetly. Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Abbs has something for you. Hang on." The phone went silent for a few seconds, then Abby was on the other end.

"How's the adorable couple doing?" She asked. "We're doing fine Abbs." Tony answered, his ear pressed to Ziva's. They didn't want to risk speaker phone in case anyone walked by. "Gibbs said you had something for us."

Abby nodded. "I've been going through all of the lab results on our victims. Unfortunately, the ones who were 'only robbed,'" They could both picture Abby making big quotation marks with her hands, "were not checked out medically as they did not appear to be injured. Big stupid in my book."

Abby took a deep breath. "Our murdered couple was dosed with Rohypnal. The husband must have come out of it quicker as he was definitely conscious when he was murdered. The wife was either still unconscious or just coming out of it and they didn't want a witness.

"Date-rape drug?" Tony responded to Abby's report. Stan and Dana looked up at that. "The drug also has amnesiac effects. The wife may have never remembered seeing any of them."

"I guess that they were not willing to take that chance." Ziva added, obviously troubled by this turn of events. She understood the odds of being killed in a fair fight, but this…this was slaughter.

Gibbs broke back in. "Let me talk to Tony. Alone." Ziva handed him over the phone. "Tony, don't give away too much in your answers."

"I know, we miss you too Dad." Tony replied.

"How did Ziva take the news about the Rohypnal?"

"Well, you know how I am. If I don't get to see one of my games I get really pissed."

"Pissed enough to do something stupid? Like make this her personal crusade?"

"Well, I can't help it. I feel like the Nat's are my personal team, I mean they are in our backyard. When an ump makes a stupid call like that, I want to go and make him pay for my team losing. It's only fair, right? To want to hurt those idiots? Who do they think they are?"

Gibbs sighed. "That's what I thought. I don't care how you do it, Tony. Do not let Ziva out of your sight."

"Damn straight, Boss. Glad you feel exactly the same way. By the way, the food here is great."

Gibbs chuckled, knowing Tony had to say something very DiNozzo before Ziva got too suspicious; assuming she already wasn't. "OK, give me back to Ziva." Tony handed Ziva back the phone. "What? He probably just wants to tell his little girl he misses her." He grinned when he said it, hoping she would shift her mood.

"Hi." She said softly. "Ziver, keep an eye on Tony for me, ok? I don't want him going all Senior Field Agent on us and going after these guys. They are to come to you. Promise me you will stick close to him, please?"

Ziva was taken surprise at Gibbs' request. "Of'course. I will never leave his side. Good bye."

After they hung up, Tony and Ziva looked at each other. "He sure was talkative. Maybe he does miss me."

They filled Stan and Dana in on what Abby had learned although they had been able to piece most of it together from their responses on the phone.

"Ok, so the question is: Where were they when they were drugged and how was it delivered?"

"Well, that should be obvious." Dana broke in. Stan looked at her, indicating she should continue. "Well, it can't be anywhere on the grounds. How are they going to get two drugged people back into their rooms? Unless they were drugged enough to look very drunk and our thieves were helpfully taking them back to their room. Damn." She frowned.

Tony shook his head. "I think they were drugged in their rooms and the easiest way would be through food or drink and that means…"

"Room Service." They all said at once.

Tony looked Ziva. "We ordered room service at least, what, three times last night?"

Stan snickered at that. Tony just glared at him. "We clearly weren't drugged."

"Yes, but the attacks always occurred on the second night. So…room service tonight?"

"And then what? Play like the food tester for the King? I don't want anyone to get that drug into their system." This was Stan who made the protest.

Tony scratched his head. "Is there any quick and dirty test that will let us know if something has been laced with the drug without us having to consume it?" They all shook their heads. "Not that I am aware of, anyway." Dana added.

They all looked at each other and realized they had to take the risk. "Ok, Ziva and I will play Honeymooner's again tonight, ordering room service since we will not be leaving our bed." Reluctantly, the plan was agreed upon, with Stan and Dana on constant watch in their room.

10PM

"Room Service," Came after the polite knock. Tony wrapped a robe around him, fingering his sig in his pocket, and answered the door. The young man wheeled in the cart, delicious aromas coming from the covered plates. Just as Tony was handing him the tip, the server interrupted him. "Just one more second, Sir." He stepped out and returned with a full magnum of Champagne in a bucket of ice. "Complements of the Inn. A tradition for all of our newlyweds. We always wait until the second night." The server left.

Tony looked at the cart of food. He was really hungry. If he thought last night was something, he had already been blown away by tonight and it was only 10pm. Ziva was taking a shower. He moved the Champagne into the bedroom. Knowing she would be a few more minutes, he threw on some clothes and contacted Stan and Dana.

The couple came over and they all looked over the food. It was almost like being a kid and saying "I double dog dare you!" No one really wanted to risk the danger, but if this food was drugged, they would be knocked out. They could just pretend, but it would be nice to know whether or not they needed to.

Just then Ziva came out of the shower. She had heard the voices in the other room, so she knew to be dressed. She was pleasantly surprised to see the chilled bottle of Champagne in the ice bucket by the bed. "Leave it to Tony to figure something like this out." It was a very expensive bottle of Champagne. Smiling, she expertly popped the cork with minimal sound, and poured two glasses. She took a sip, then another larger sip, chuckling to herself. She filled her glass back up to look like it was still full.

As Tony, Stan and Dana were talking, Tony's phone rang. "Tony."

"Tony! It's Abby! I did some digging with the Inn and found out that they have been losing inventory on a certain item. It is very expensive and not commonly ordered. They've had to replace their stock twice in the last six months."

"What is it Abby, is it some special fish or caviar or something?" Tony was looking at a seafood dish that had just been sent to his room.

"No Tony. It's Champagne! What newlywed couple doesn't drink Champagne? Considering the price, they must have come up with some scheme, like it was complimentary or on the house or something…Tony?" Tony had dropped the phone and ran into the bedroom, Stan and Dana on his heels.

Standing at the bed was Ziva, holding two full glasses of Champagne. But Tony instinctively knew Ziva had already drunk some. See looked at him, said "Tony" softly, and collapsed on the floor.

"Ziva!" Tony ran to her side. Dana took over. "This is going to be gross, but we've got to try to get her to throw up. She can't have drank that much yet and it hasn't been in her system long. Come on!" She yelled at Tony.

Tony looked up startled. He picked up Ziva and ran into the bathroom with her. "Ok, hold her up like she is really throwing up. If you start throwing up, do it in the waste bin." Dana pushed it toward him. Gently, Dana stuck her finger down Ziva throat, hoping for a gag reflex. It took several tries, and she was about to give up when Ziva finally heaved up the contents of her stomach.

Tony was shaking. "We have to abort; I have got to get Ziva to the hospital. I am not staying here waiting for some guys to try to steal these rings from us."

During this drama, Stan had picked up the dropped phone and apologized to Abby. "Got to go, we'll be in touch." He then grabbed his own phone.

Gibbs and McGee were outside in the van, getting ready to monitor whatever events were to occur that night when Gibbs' cell rang.

"Gibbs" He answered. "What's up Stan?"

"Boss, we've got a situation here." Gibbs sat up at that, causing Tim to stop what he was doing. Gibbs had a sinking feeling in his gut.

"What happened?"

"The good news is Abby was able to figure out that the couples were being given the drug through Champagne."

"And the bad news?"

Stan sighed. "Ziva drank some it before we got the Intel. She's collapsed. Dana was able to get her to throw up, but she is still out. Tony wants to abort and take Ziva to the hospital."

Gibbs rubbed his face. "So they are planning to come tonight."

"Looks that way, Boss." Stan answered honestly.

"OK, Stan, you are the Senior Field Agent there. What do you want to do." Stan was quiet for a few minutes. "I have to agree with Tony that Ziva needs to go to the hospital. We don't know what they used, what strength…hell, we know nothing about this. I think Dana and I should take their places. We'll keep our faces covered as much as possible in case Tony and Ziva are known to them. If they realize we are not them, we'll shoot their kneecaps off."

Despite himself, Gibbs chuckled. "OK, put Tony on the phone."

Stan walked over to Tony who was still on the bathroom floor with Ziva, trying to get her to wake up. Silently, he handed over the phone.

"I really screwed up, Boss. And now Ziva…"

"Tony, listen to me. McGee and I are going to get in there and get you and Ziva out so you can take her to the hospital. Stan and Dana will finish the op in your place. Give them the rings, Tony."

"OK, Boss." He looked at Stan and Dana. "Can you give us a second?"

Stan and Dana returned to the living room, where Stan went over the change in plans with Dana.

In the bathroom, Tony fought through his tears as he removed his wedding band. "I feel like I'm deserting you, like we're no longer married; which I know is stupid since we really weren't married in the first place." Gently, he took Ziva's left hand in his, and removed the two rings. He couldn't stop the tears that fell unchecked down his cheeks. "I love you, Ziva. You have to be alright." He kissed her.

Decision made, Tony went into action mode. He quickly got up and picked up Ziva. He got to the living room and indicated to Stan to let them into their room next door. Not twenty seconds later, Gibbs and McGee showed up and were directed to the room. Gibbs hovered over Ziva. "Tony, I don't think we can risk an ambulance. There's a hospital five minutes down the road. Tim, you take Tony and Ziva then get your ass back here. Tony, the rings?"

Sighing, Tony handed the rings over to Stan. "Good luck, Stan, Dana. Get them for us."

Stan clapped Tony on the shoulder.

Without discussion, the Gibbs' team made their way down the back stairwell and out into the waiting car without being noticed. The Van was currently unoccupied, but Gibbs would send McGee back there when he returned. "McGee you better drive." Gibbs said. "You know how to use those GPS things. You should be able to find the hospital in no time.

Tim arrived at the hospital in ten minutes, pulling up to the ED. Tony ran inside with Ziva in his arms. Despite his occasional incoherence, the ED staff recognized that Ziva needed to be brought right back and tended to.

"Tony?" McGee was standing next to his chair. "Get back there, Tim. They need you. Thanks, for everything." Tony thought for a minute. "Uh, unless you already have, don't say anything to Abby just yet, please?"

"Sure thing, Tony." McGee touched his shoulder and returned to the hotel.

7am

Tony was sitting by Ziva's beside. She had finally been admitted to a room. They had kept her in one of their critical ED beds all night. They pumped her stomach and gave her Narcan, in the hopes of reversing the narcotic effect.

Ziva remained stubbornly unconscious for several hours, until around 5am she started to stir. She looked totally confused and frightened. Tony was worried she might revert to her post-Somalia traumatic episodes, but once she realized he was there and recognized him, he could feel the tension melt off of her.

He gently rubbed her forehead, pushing back errant curls that kept falling into her eyes. "Hi." He said softly.

"Tony? Where am I? Did I get shot?" Tony looked up at that in surprise. "No, no. But you are in the hospital. What's the last thing you remember?"

Ziva closed her eyes thinking. "I remember coming out of the shower and hearing voices. So I got dressed. I saw your surprise."

"My surprise?" Tony asked.

"Yes, the champagne. I opened it up and poured us both a glass. I took a couple of sips of mine and then…" She frowned. "That's the last I think I remember."

Tony nodded. "It was the champagne all the time, sent to the newlyweds as a gift from the management. Of'course, the management didn't realize they were sending it. One of the employees in the kitchen was handling that part of the operation."

Ziva looked horrified. "I was drugged? I took the Rohypnal?"

Tony nodded soberly, then laid his head on her stomach. "I thought I was going to lose you." He couldn't hide the catch in his voice. Ziva brought his face up to hers, looking in his eyes. "Tony…"

That did it. Tony broke down and lost it in front of the woman he so desperately loved. She caressed his hair and sang a song to him that almost sounded like a lullaby.

By the time Gibbs and McGee had finished up what they needed to do with the closed case, they headed over to the hospital. When they found Ziva's room, she was looking out the window. Tony was in bed with her, his left arm around her shoulders, and his right arm across her waist, sound asleep. She turned to look toward them when they entered the room.

They both looked exhausted, but satisfied. Gibbs went over to Ziva and kissed her on her forehead. "Don't scare me like that again."

"I didn't do it on purpose, and that champagne would have been last on my list as a susceptible means for delivery. I could see it if it had already been poured and the drugs had been put in the drinks. How did they get the drug in the bottle?

McGee pulled up a chair. "They liquefied it and were able to use a very small gauged needle to pierce the cork without interfering with the integrity of the champagne."

"How are you feeling?" Tim asked, looking at Tony sprawled across her.

Ziva looked embarrassed. "Like a rookie; stupid, embarrassed, angry I was not able to carry out my mission." She turned to Gibbs. "I am so sorry for letting you down."

Gibbs took her hand. "You did not let me down, so get that out of your head right now. I think the only person who feels let down right now is DiNozzo, since the rest of your honeymoon got cancelled."

Ziva shook her head softly. "I do not think that was his biggest concern, Gibbs. He thought I was going to die." She looked at him, as if that remark explained why he was in bed with her, as if he was protecting her from the world.

Gibbs shook his head. "I know, Ziver. We were all worried." Ziva looked a little stunned by that revelation, and she turned to McGee for confirmation. Solemnly, Tim shook his head yes.

Williamsburg Inn and Resort

They had been right: Samuel Evans, Jr. had been the one selecting the victims, and then forwarding the information to his accomplices, who worked at the Inn. Ziva accidently ingesting the drug gave them the advanced knowledge that the theft would happen that night.

The perpetrators gained entrance with a master key. Hearing the loud snores, they chuckled to themselves and began to talk openly since they had no fear of waking up these two. One of them went to the male first, who was helpfully on his right side with his left arm hanging down off the bed. "Piece of cake!" He exclaimed triumphantly.

He went over to the other side to help his partner, in case the wife woke up and they needed to subdue her. Like her husband, she was on her right side, completely covered up. The thieves gently lifted the covers to where her hand should be. "Got it!" One of them exclaimed. Suddenly they heard a voice. "Like what you see?"

They both froze as Gibbs sat up in bed, his sig trained between the eyes of the one holding onto the rings, which were fake since Ziva's rings never would have gone on his fingers.

"Freeze! Federal Agents!" Turning their heads, they saw McGee and Dana standing there, the door between the two rooms open, guns in hand. By this time, Stan had gotten out of the other side of the bed and was slapping handcuffs on. Gibbs got out of bed.

The two looked at each other, totally shocked and one almost in tears. "I don't get it, man. What went wrong?"

"Thinking you could use our Military men and women as targets and get away with it!" Gibbs barked in their faces. "Get them out here. Charge them with murder and attempted murder." Gibbs touched his earwig and nodded. "Evans is in custody. Let's go!"

Washington, DC- Three Weeks Later

Ziva had been allowed to be discharged from the hospital the next day. Tony took the opportunity to insist they move in together right away. Since Tony's apartment was larger, his was the obvious domicile.

Less than two weeks after the end of the Williamsburg Op, Ziva was completely moved in and at home with Tony. They decided not to reveal this next step just yet. More out our curiosity to see how long it would take Gibbs or Abby to figure it out than anything else.

January was turning out to be a cold month, and Tony was stamping the snow from his feet when he came back from getting the mail.

"Don't get snow on my carpet! Ziva shouted out from the kitchen.

"Oh, it's 'my carpet', is it?" Tony had a big grin on his face. He was flipping through the mail when an envelope caught his eye.

"Hey! Look at this!" He ran into the kitchen, waving it in his hand.

Ziva looked at him. "It is a letter. What is the big deal?"

Tony was holding the letter and walking circles around Ziva.
"Oh, it is not just any letter. It was from the State of Virginia. It's our marriage certificate!"

Ziva smile indulgently at Tony. "That is wonderful. Now you have something new to add to your NCIS Memory Scrapbook." Tony just grinned at Ziva and carefully opened the letter.

He put the certificate on the counter and started reading it. After a while, Ziva noticed that Tony was being unusually quiet. Ziva stopped putting dishes in the dishwasher and turned to look at him.

"Tony, are you ok?" Tony slowly turned around to face Ziva. The look on this face was totally unreadable to Ziva. He looked scared, excited and, fear? Ziva touched his face. "Tony, what is wrong?"

Silently, he handed Ziva the license. She looked at him confused, but took it. "Read it." Ziva started to scan the document. She looked back up at him. "What do you want me to look at, because I don't understand."

"Look at it again, Ziva. Read it carefully." Ziva sighed and carefully reread every word of the document. Suddenly, she took in a deep breath and looked at Tony. "Does this mean what I think this means?"

Silently, Tony took it back from her and they looked at it together. "Yes, it does." Tony answered. He looked at Ziva. "According to this, Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David were married on December 28, 2012."

Ziva's eyes were as big as saucers. "Ziva, you and I are legally married."

Holy Cow! And now we can head into our next spoiler, which is one listed earlier on: "Alas, it may not be all fun ahead for the gorg' NCIS agent" Says Glasberg, "There will be a big sort of turn — an unexpected reveal — for Ziva about halfway through the season." Now, since then, all I've heard about is something similar for Vance, so I don't know the original spoiler was wrong or not, but it's what I am going with.