A/N: All I can say is love you guys(: Thank you so much for reviewing! I told you guys your reviews make me write faster! I have never posted two chapters within the same week nor, that received many reviews in the same week. Since you guys exceeded 18 reviews, there is a little extra Tiva (it isn't much but a lot more than I initially planned).

Discliamer: N.C.I.S. will be the number one thing on my Christmas list, but until then I do not own it :(

Chapter Three
Saturday September 15th, 2012

Ziva was able to tell who 'DiNozzo' was by simply looking for the smile among a sea of jealous glares. She assumed her position, feeling other's eyes landing everywhere except her face. With a knowing smirk she held her gaze fixated upon Gibbs not letting their prying eyes distract her. The silver haired gunnery sergeant stood off to the side as another sergeant began lecturing them upon the history of the marines, as educational material made up the bulk of phase one's afternoon activities. Ziva could feel DiNozzo stealing periodic glances and soon he disruptively said,
"David? Do you have a first name?"
She quipped back,
"You would just love to know?"
Though before the Italian could respond the sergeant's voice ripped through their conversation.
"Why do I hear voices?"
The man asked with frustration in his voice, and then repeated at a louder volume,
"WHY DO I HEAR VOICES?"
Then another fellow recruit responded,
"Because you are just finally figuring out that you are insane sir!"
A chorus of laughs could be heard throughout the area, as the sergeant's face became red with fury.
"Since you recruits think this is so funny, I hope you laugh all along the extra seven miles that you'll have in addition your regular morning jog."
A groan could be heard through the platoon, as Ziva only smirked.

Three hours later...

Ziva David held her tray gazing at the occupied tables in the mess hall. Each one seemed exclusive grouped by interest, and it felt that she did not fall into any of these. So, as she was maneuvering her way through the crowd of people clad in cameo, she felt someone reach and grab her arm. Quickly, on reflex she spun around her tray balanced in one hand, her other grasping DiNozzo's arm, and pressing him face down into his dinner. Realizing this, she let go and began to walk away, though the Italian called to her,
"Hey line buddy! Come sit with us!"
Trying to conceal a smile she sat looking at her plate of double rations. It was said she was 'underweight' so she was given double rations of...whatever they were eating. The rest of the men at the table stole glances at her questionably. So DiNozzo, always the one who could not stand a looming silence, spoke,
"So David? Feel like telling me your first name now?"
With a chuckle she responded,
"Ziva, and yours?"
"Tony."

For a moment the silence filled the space once again, though as curiosity got the best of Tony, he continued to probe for information.
"So, Miss Ninja Ziva David, your accent is intriguing...Israeli?"
With a nod of her head she dipped her spoon into the mush that was her dinner. Tentatively she brought the spoon to her mouth, tasting a portion, as her face contorted in distaste.
"I believe I will just starve..."
She exclaimed with a distasteful look, eyeing her 'dinner' suspiciously. She pushed her plate forward and the other diners begun what was bound to be an intense staring match. She watched as all the males at her table participated in an intense staring match to decide to whom the gray goo was going to be awarded to. Each participant looked intimidatingly into their opponent's eyes, as only pure hunger and determination drove them to keep their now burning eyes open. Though as the final two were just about to commence the final showdown, a drill instructor paused to see what all the commotion was. With a pronounced shake of his head he avered
"whoever is the lucky individual who receives double rations must actually consume some of their meal. As none of you male recruits seem to be anywhere near the realm of being underweight that leaves the lady."
With an unamused glare she grasped her spoon in her hand once again; she shoveled some of tasteless 'food' into her mouth. In mid-swallow Tony shot her a smile and offered,
"Are you doing anything during square away time?"
"Square away time?"
"An hour all recruits are allowed to do whatever they want before we have to hit the racks."
"I do not believe I had anything planned."
Ziva responded, ignoring the jet lag that made her eyes droop every few seconds. She noticed his emerald green eyes seemed to twinkle, as his smile grew from ear to ear. He pulled her by the arm up and said,
"Then let's go."
"As long as I do not have to consume...that."
Soon after, the other recruits followed suit.

37 minutes later...
Those who hadn't gone to retire in the barracks remained sprawled out on the grass. The sun was setting, and rays were peeking from behind the trees. Mindless conversation floated throughout the group until Ziva herself was questioned. Tony asked curiously.
"You are Israeli, and a ninja, what are you doing in the states?"
Ziva stalled for a moment before she responded,
"A difference in opinions back home."
"With who?"
She remained silent simply giving him a raised eyebrow so he continued,
"Fight with Father? Uncle? Brother? Boyfriend?"
"Aunt? sister? lesbian lover?"
She leaned in closer before the gruff voice of Gunny Gibbs interrupted,
"David DiNozzo! Stop playing grab ass, and David, Cabin you're an hour late."
Quickly they jumped apart and she yawned,
"I'm going to go hit the straw."
"Hay."
"What?"
"The expression is hit the hay."
"Same thing."
She said before she disappeared into the night, walking into the woods that lead to the cabin.

A/N: If you guys get to 35 reviews I'll throw in A) More Tiva (more than was in this chapter at least…) B) A surprise (don't know what that'll be right now…). Thank you so much for reading and please keep the reviews coming!