Back in their room they worked together to pack their bags. "Zi, have you seen the passports?" Four blue passports were placed on the bed and he gave her a wink. "Think we should call your Father?" He called as she entered the bathroom.

"Probably," She replied. "He has not heard from us recently." A few minutes later he could hear her speaking Hebrew into her cell phone. He watched as she paced between the bathroom and bedroom, placing things in their bags, talking quickly on the phone.

Eli hadn't been thrilled when Tony had come to him for his blessing in asking Ziva to marry him. He had never truly been a fan of Tony. But Eli knew his daughter well. He knew how much she loved Tony and he knew that she would say yes, no matter what her Father said.

Ziva re-entered the room again, holding the phone out to her husband. "He wants to speak to you." Tony nodded as he took the phone.

"Shalom Eli,"

"Shalom Anthony, how is Paris?"

"It's good, I just wish we had more time here."

"Ah, the work of an agent is never done. Ziva tells me you are heading to DC."

"Yes."

"How long has it been since you were in America?" Tony thought back to his days in the US. After college he had headed straight to London, where his Mother had been born. Eventually he found himself in Israel, connecting with Mossad. His Father had passed about four years ago, which was the last time he had been on that side of the ocean.

"Four years ago, at my Father's funeral." Ziva glanced at her husband as she placed his shirts in his suitcase.

"Well hopefully this task will not keep you too long. Be careful my son, take care of her for me." Tony glanced up at his wife, who was watching him with a smile on her face.

"I always do sir. Shalom."

Ziva made her way to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And you say he doesn't like you."

Tony chuckled. "I think he's starting to warm up to me." He ran his hands up her back.

"I would hope so, after two years of marriage."

Tony placed a kiss on her cheek. "We ready?"

Ziva looked around the room, nodding. "I believe so."

"Well, andiamo bambina!" Ziva chuckled as they grabbed their bags and headed to the lobby.

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Being frequent flyers they passed through security and customs in no time. Ziva, being the over planner always preferred having plenty of time in the airport. It was something Tony had been forced to adapt to, since he got bored easily. Today they had almost two hours before their plane was scheduled to take off.

Now as they sat in the waiting area, Tony grumbled. "I hate sitting."

Ziva looked up from her book. "Go wander around."

"It's not like I haven't seen this airport before." He replied, his voice low.

Ziva smirked as she turned the page and Tony studied her. Those who met her on the street would never guess what she did for a living, and those who knew her often thought Tony was lying when he talked about how relaxed she had become over the years.

When they met, she had been quite easy to agitate, which wasn't surprising considering her childhood. As she had gotten older and their relationship had progressed, she had learned ways to calm herself.

Recently she had taken up yoga, which Tony found entertaining. He would often sit and watch as she practiced. In a way, seeing her calm, made him calm as well. But today his boredom eventually got the best of him. He stood up and she watched as he wandered off.

Finally it was time to board the plane. Ziva once again opened her book then gave Tony a pat on the leg as he put his headphones on. Being a self proclaimed film buff, he would be watching movies the whole flight. Most people didn't understand how someone who normally couldn't sit still managed to sit through a movie. But that was Tony. Ziva was just happy there was something to keep him occupied.

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"Zi, wake up. We're here." Tony watched as she blinked her eyes and stretched. Looking down she noticed he had placed a blanket over her and had tucked her book into her bag.

She smiled at him as people around them began to stand, ready to exit the plane. Ziva reached forward and wrapped her fingers around his arm. "You ready?" He simply smiled back.

"When am I not Sweet cheeks?" She rolled her eyes and stood. His confidence was something that always amazed her. Though at times annoying, it was a quality that not only made him a good partner but a good husband.

They both nodded to the pilot as they exited the plane. As they walked Ziva glanced over her shoulder. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone watching them. She didn't bother to tell Tony, because he would simply tell her 'There's people everywhere Zi, you're just being paranoid.' But as they walked and the crowd around them began to thin, she noticed two men in trench coats walking along not far behind them.

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One of my reviews for the first chapter asked why they were called Mr. and Mrs. DiNardo. Just to clarify, Tony and Ziva work undercover for Mossad. So their alter ego is DiNardo. Hope that clears up any confusion!