Ziva approached the shooting range, stopping next to Malachi. She passed him a water bottle before speaking. "How is he doing?" She nodded her head at Tony.

Malachi took a drink. "Not bad, for an American." Ziva gave a grunt. "So why did the Director approve him? What do we have to gain from him joining us?"

She shrugged. "I do not know. I am sure it has something to do with our alliance with America."

Malachi squinted. "It is foolish if you ask me."

Ziva glanced at him. "Luckily no one did." She then turned back to the shooting range. "Atsor!" The officers in training lowered their weapons as she approached. She made her way into the range and made her way down the row of targets.

Reaching Tony's she stopped and studied it for a minute. While most of his fellow trainees had hit within the desired range only a few times, Tony was 100 percent on target. Once she was done staring she made her way to him.

"Impressive."

Tony smiled widely. "Thank you."

"You never said you could shoot." She said as she studied him.

He smirked. "You never asked." Behind them Malachi chuckled loudly.

Ziva clucked her tongue before shouting to the trainees in the lineup. "Continue!" She made her way back to Malachi, who was still chuckling. "Something funny?"

"I think he will, as they say, give you a run for your money." Ziva didn't reply, she simply watched Tony continue to shoot his weapon.

-.-.-.-

Though they had inside information on their targets schedule, the two of them preferred to do the scouting themselves. Tony buttoned his jacket as they exited the hotel, the Fall air blowing into them. They had agreed they would check out the shop where the leader worked, then come up with their next move.

They were yards away from the store when Tony began to mess with his ear, his tell that something was wrong. Ziva glanced around for a moment, finally spotting the plain black SUV sitting along the curb of the street. From the black slush covering the undercarriage, it must have been sitting there for a few days.

"See what I see?" Tony asked softly.

"Mmm hmm. We are not the only ones watching." Ziva said. As they passed the car Ziva casually looked over her shoulder, getting a glance at the license plate. "I will call Aviv, have him run the plate." Tony nodded.

They continued walking before stopping a few blocks away so Ziva could pull out her phone. She spoke quickly in Hebrew, rattling off the letters in military form. She was silent for a few moments then suddenly her face went slack. Tony looked at her confused as she hung up the phone.

"What?"

"The license plate?"

"Yeah…"

"FBI." She said, shoving the phone into her pocket. He could tell she was irritated.

Tony sighed. "What do you wanna do?" He asked as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets. Though he was the older of the two, Ziva outranked him both in Mossad and with experience.

"Looks like we'll be staking out the stake out."

"Zi, we don't have a car."

"I never said anything about a car." She replied and began to walk off. Tony stared at her for a few seconds before jogging to catch up.

"Wanna share?"

She looped her arm through his. "Later. Let's go walk around."

They walked around the National Mall before stopping for lunch. Tony would be lying if he said he didn't notice how many men looked at Ziva as they passed by the couple's spot next to the window of the restaurant. Ziva must have noticed because she reached across the table and took Tony's hand in hers, smiling at him when he finally looked at his wife.

They sat in a comfortable silence while they ate. Tony was about to ask Ziva if she was ready to leave when he noticed she was studying something across the room. Tony made a noise to bring her attention back to him. When she did he narrowed his eyes. "Everything ok?"

"We are being watched…" Ziva said quietly, brushing her hair to block her mouth.

Tony's stomach clenched. "Trenchcoats?" Ziva gave a fake smile and nodded. "Time to go Sweetcheeks." They both stood, Tony glancing towards the corner of the room that Ziva had been looking at. Whoever it was, had their back turned.

Tony placed his hand on Ziva's back as he guided her towards the door. They were only a few blocks away when a man and women in long coats turned a corner and stopped, blocking their path.

Before Tony could speak, the man flashed a badge and ID card. "Federal Agents, we need to speak to you."

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I know it's not much, but hopefully it makes up for my absence!