Once in their hotel room Tony and Ziva situated themselves on the bed and spread out the papers Bashan had given them earlier that day. Their newest mission was one that had never been attempted before. Normally their targets were in areas like Africa, Pakistan or Afghanistan. But this time, he was in America.

"This is going to be interesting." Ziva mused as she looked at the photo of their target. Tony didn't reply as he read over the info sheet.

Their target was the ring leader of an underground terrorist cell in DC. Since he came to the states almost five years ago he had acquired five supporters. Their mission was to eliminate the ring leader and gather up everyone else, turning them over to the Israeli embassy.

"So what do you think?" Tony asked as he leaned back against the head board.

"We know where he lives and works," Ziva answered. "Do we want to take them by storm or do it slowly?" As Tony took a moment to think Ziva sat up straight, stretching her back.

"If we can get him alone, we can get his contacts from him. After we take care of him we send a message saying he needs to meet with everyone. When they get there, we take them." Tony said.

Ziva nodded. "Sounds good to me. You don't think it's too many?"

Tony smirked. "Sweet Cheeks I've seen you take out solders with your bare hands. These guys are amateurs. We'll be fine." Ziva nodded and took the papers to the bathroom. Tony watched as she lit a match and placed them in the trashcan. Once they were burned she flushed the paper down the toilet.

Making her way back to him, she crawled across the bed and snuggled up to his side. She sighed as his hand slipped into her hair and he played with her curls. After a few moments of silence, she spoke. "You thinking about earlier?"

Tony nodded. "You really think there's a leak in Mossad?"

Ziva bit her lip. "I can't be sure. I just have this…feeling."

Tony chuckled. "That's your gut Zi. I told you it was a thing." She rolled her eyes. After a few more moments of silence he looked down at her. "What are you thinking about now?"

"When we first met." She answered softly. Tony smiled remembering that day.

-.-.-.-

Tony studied the crowd around him as he wandered through the streets of Tel Aviv. He had been in Israel for close to a week now. The first few days he had spent wandering the city. Now he needed to accomplish what he came here to do, speak to the Director of Mossad.

Hearing a commotion ahead of him he picked up his pace. He found a crowd forming on a corner. Everyone watched as two men fought in the middle of the street. Tony was wondering if someone was going to intervene when a young woman stepped forward. She was dressed similar to one of the men, so they must have been together.

Tony watched as she moved towards her opponent. She kicked his legs out from underneath him before pinning him to the ground. Tony noticed that she applied pressure to a point on his neck, causing him to go unconscious. Looking at the crowd around her, she shouted something in Hebrew and the crowd slowly started to break apart. While everyone walked away, Tony moved forward. "That was impressive."

Officer Ziva David looked up to see Tony standing a few feet away from her. He was dressed in khaki pants and a white long sleeved shirt, with aviators sitting on his face. While he easily stood out, thanks to his skin tone, she could tell he was doing his best to blend in.

"What was?" She replied as she checked the weapon that sat on her hip. She glanced at her fellow officers as they dragged the man away.

"The way you took down that guy. I don't know many men, much less women who can do that."

"Well that's not surprising, seeing as you are American." She replied with a smirk.

Tony chuckled. "So I'm guessing you're not Israeli army, judging by your get up." Ziva was dressed in cargo pants and a simple black t-shirt. When she didn't reply he continued. "That leaves only two choices."

"Oh? And those would be?"

"Private contractor or Mossad." She studied him for a moment before placing her sunglasses on her face. "I'm guessing Mossad." He said quietly.

"You are correct." She heard someone call her name and she glanced over her shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Anthony DiNozzo. My friends call me Tony." Ziva's mouth turned in a small smile and she made a humming noise. "What's yours?"

"I'll leave that to you to figure out." She then took off at a jog towards the other officers. Tony couldn't help but smile as he watched her go.

-.-.-.-

Tony looked down and smiled when he realized his wife had fallen asleep. He slipped out of the bed, placing a kiss on her forehead. He wrote a quick note and placed it on the pillow, letting her know he had gone out and would be back soon.

As he stepped out of the hotel, he pulled his coat tighter around his body. One good thing about Israel was their winters were more like spring time in America. One thing he hadn't missed in the US was the dreariness that came with winter. He stood on the sidewalk for a moment before picking a direction to walk in.

It felt strange to be back on US soil. After so many years away he was used to foreign languages, the sometimes exotic food and the way that each country felt different. Whenever he and Ziva went somewhere, especially in the Middle East, he would get looks because he was obviously American. But he had always been good at adapting, and he prided himself on being able to prove to people there was more to him than the country he came from.

Rounding a corner he thought about his path to where he was today. When he left college for London he hadn't been one hundred percent sure what he was going to do. Things changed when he got the news of his best friend's passing. It was almost as if his mind did a 180. He knew right then and there what needed to be done. So he headed to Israel, intent on seeking out the Mossad office. But as luck would have it, he ran into Ziva long before he ever had to face Eli David. He knew if it wasn't for Ziva, he wouldn't be where he was today.

Everything happens for a reason. That was something his Mother used to say to him. After she died, he had stopped believing it. Until he met Ziva.

By now he had made it to the reflecting pool at the Lincoln Memorial. He stopped and watched as the sun set over DC. Tomorrow would be an interesting day. But with his wife at his side, he knew they could accomplish anything.