"So Mr. DiNozzo, you want to join Mossad." Anthony studied Eli David as he poured himself a drink and sat down behind his desk. The Director was dressed in a suit, expensive from the way the fabric looked. He was a large man, larger than Tony had imagined, and quite intimidating. Though he spoke softly, his voice came out firm and Tony could almost image him commanding officers in his younger years.
Tony nodded at the question. "Yes sir."
"And may I ask why? It is unheard of for an American to leave their country to join another's army." Eli took a sip of his drink, studying the man before him.
"The Israeli way appeals to me more." Tony said, attempting to avoid the question.
Eli nodded. "I see. So it has nothing to do with the fact that you ran into one of our female officers the other day?"
"Sir?"
"Ziva told me about your encounter in the street. She said you seemed very interested. I can't help but wonder what interests you more, us or her."
Tony gave a chuckle and scratched his head. "Well, I am a man sir. I do notice when a woman is attractive."
Eli smirked. "Yes, but did you know she happens to be my daughter?"
Tony's face paled and he gulped. "No sir, I…I did not."
"I thought so." Eli pushed the intercom button on his desk and spoke something in Hebrew. The door opened and Tony turned to see Ziva make her way into the room. She stopped next to Tony's chair, looking straight ahead at her Father. "I don't believe introductions are needed." Eli said and now Ziva glanced at Tony. "Mr. DiNozzo will be joining us. I would like you to oversee his preliminary training."
Ziva nodded. "Of course."
Tony stood up. "Thank you sir."
Eli nodded. "Good luck." He watched as Tony followed Ziva out of the room. Once the door was closed he gave a chuckle.
Ziva didn't say anything as they entered the hallway, so Tony took the opportunity to speak. "It's nice to see you again Officer David."
Ziva gave a grunt as they made their way down the hall. "Do not expect us to be friends. You will not last long here." Her tone was clipped. The women before him was not the one he had encountered in the streets.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you are American." She stopped and made her way into Tony's personal space, looking up at him. "I do not know what stunt you are trying to pull DiNozzo, but it will not work. Those of us who have pledged allegiance to Mossad do not take this responsibility lightly."
Tony gazed down at her. "Trust me, I don't either. I wouldn't be here if I did."
Ziva studied him for a moment before backing away. "We start tomorrow at 0600. Be ready." She then made her way down the hall, her boots squeaking on the tile.
-.-.-.-
The next morning Tony awoke to find his wife already up. She sat at the table in their room, cleaning her gun. After using the bathroom he made his way to her. He dropped a kiss to her head and she smiled.
"Calming your mind?"
She responded with an "Mmm hmm."
Tony watched her for a moment before heading to his suitcase to pull out clothing. Once he was dressed he placed his own gun on the table, disassembling it and cleaning each piece. They worked together in a comfortable silence. They finished within minutes of one another and as Ziva went to change Tony called room service for breakfast.
The staff member had just left the room when Ziva exited the bathroom. She was dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans. Her hair was braided and hung down her back. She knew Tony preferred her to wear her hair down, but wild hair did not go well with missions.
They ate in almost complete silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Soon they finished and they both went about gathering their things.
Tony watched as Ziva slipped a knife into one of her boots and strapped on her gun holster. His wife was a complex women, which he loved. There were many different ways that he found her sexy and right now was one of them.
Finished with her weapons, Ziva looked up to see Tony staring at her. "What?" she asked and clucked her tongue at him.
A grin split over Tony's face. "Nothing." Ziva rolled her eyes as he made his way to her.
He pulled her to him and trapped her lips with his. They kissed for a few moments before pulling apart. She slid her hand to rest on the back of his head, her fingers playing with his hair. She nugged his nose with his. "Love you." Her voice came out soft.
"Love you too." He placed another kiss on her lips before pulling away. "Ready?" She nodded and they grabbed their coats and headed out the door.