Tony spent the next morning trying to figure out a way to make his Ziva stay. His Ziva? He really had to stop pretending like she was his when she clearly was making her way back to Adam. He should've noticed the way Adam hugged her and nuzzled her neck in Berlin. The thought of how Adam hugged Ziva made his hand curl up into a fist. He was too blinded by the smell of her cocoa butter, bronze skin in Berlin to even think of her hooking up with another guy behind his back. Well, technically it wasn't behind his back, but he still felt like he had some ownership over her after whispering "at lo levad" to her. As far as he was concerned, he wouldn't speak or learn a different language for just any woman.

Ziva counted on Tony coming over the next morning and spending the whole day with her because she would be leaving. When she hadn't heard from him that morning, she'd come to the conclusion that he would be pushing her away because of this. That was exactly opposite what she wanted from him. Yeah, she could admit she pushed him away… lots, but that was a whole different story.

The afternoon seemed to pass and Ziva continued to pack her things up. She knew for a fact she didn't want to stay in Israel, she wanted to come back here, to her life. As much as she wanted to deny it, she loved it here in US. She made here her home, the people here were all there for her no matter what. That was different in Israel, everyone fended for themselves. She believed that the only reason she was going to Israel was to gain closure and go there one last time. Shutting away all of her memories away there after her father's death and moving on with the people she loved here in her new home. Tony didn't understand this. Adam had nothing to do with why she was going back, she couldn't have cared less to see him either. He was a one-time thing, or how Americans say "one nighter." She was weak, mourning and had a bit too much wine. All she needed was a comfort. A man's comfort because she was mourning the man who never gave her that benefit. In fact, the comfort she was craving was the one she received right before she left to Israel at the airport. That comfort, none other than Anthony Dinozzo's arms.

Spending the day mastering the plan with Gibbs and McGee was not the way Tony wanted to spend it. He would have rather spent time with that brunette, Israeli who would be leaving soon. Leaving was never good when it came with her, she was always gone longer than planned. Somalia was part of his worry too, the moment when he was told that his partner was dead was when he realized he never wanted to lose her again. Even when she left to bury her father, he still had that worry in his head of what if she didn't come back, again. As he got into his red mustang, he felt his stomach grumble. Gibbs, McGee and him hadn't ate at all that day. He needed take-out, pronto. Tony grabbed his phone out of his pocket, dialing the number for take-out and ordering. As soon as he finished ordering, he dialed another number.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, Zee-vah. What did you eat for dinner tonight?" he chuckled at the sound of his butler impression.

Ziva looked around in her apartment, she hadn't ate anything. She was too busy packing what she needed to bring to Israel to remember anything to eat. She sighed, "Nothing. I forgot to. I have been packing all day."

"I'll be over with dinner in twenty." He sped off in his mustang to pick up the take-out.

"Okay, I'll be waiting." She smiled and hung up. She could always count on eating whenever he was around.

Twenty minutes later, right on time, Tony was knocking on her door. She hurriedly walked from her bedroom over to the door, opening it. He walked past her and set the take-out on her kitchen table. He looked back at her and felt his heart skip a beat. She had on a white tank top that fit her form perfectly and a pair of jean shorts, that weren't much longer than past her butt. Licking his lips, he checked her out from head to toe. The sight was definitely something he wanted to see some more.

"What?" she yelled at him because of his staring.

"Nothing! Let's eat baby!" he laughed and began to open up the boxes of take-out.

"Obviously, it was something if you just stared at me for twenty minutes!" she remarked as he helped her open a box up.

Tony laughed at how good she had become over the years at using sarcasm, "Your shorts are a little short! That's all!" he kept laughing as he took a bite of his food. Ziva nudged him, pushing him over a bit. It wasn't hard at all to tell that he had been checking her out, she wasn't that stupid like some of the bimbos he had been with over the past.

After Tony and Ziva had ate, they went over and sat on her couch. Doing his usual routine, Tony grabbed the remote and channel surfed. Ziva sat next to him, their legs touching. She flipped through a magazine.

She sighed, "I just wish we were at work. I've been so bored these past few months."

Tony put his arm around her, yet letting it rest on the couch too, "We'll be back at our desks soon, Zee. Don't worry," he smiled down at her.

"Yeah, but how do you know that Tony? We haven't heard from Gibbs at all!" her voice had an annoyed tone now.

Tony felt guilty at the fact she didn't know anything about their little plan to bring down Parsons, but it was for her safety. They knew she wanted revenge still, after her father's death. But she would be the key to their new plan unfolding, if she acted on a good note. Even though, he didn't know how she would react when the plan fell into action, he hoped it would only be a day or two that their plan undergoes and things would go back to normal. "Gibbs is a genius. He'll get us back there." He reassured her.

"I guess…" she sighed again and returned to flipping through her magazine. For a few more hours, they stayed in that position on the couch. Ziva put her magazine on the table and now was watching TV with Tony. They ended up watching a college football game, like usual. Tony was all about the sports and there weren't any movies on TV.

Around midnight, Tony decided it was time to go. He kissed Ziva's forehead good night and walked towards the door. Before he opened it, he turned around and looked at her. "Let me take out to dinner tomorrow night, before you leave."

"Sounds good" she smiled back at him, holding the door so it wouldn't close on him.

"I'll pick you up at six tomorrow night?"

"Okay. Should I dress up or...?" she paused.

"Yeah, dress up" he smiled at her and walked out the door. As Tony made his way to his mustang in the parking lot, he noticed a two men getting in a van next to his car at the same time. One of the men had a scruffy, long, gray beard while the other looked like he needed to lose a few pounds. He watched them as he walked towards his car door, they watched him back as they sat inside their rusted van. They don't look like they belong here… he thought to himself. Although the man with the beard looked awfully familiar. He unlocked his car door and got in, locking it again. The two men continued to stare down at him. Tony shifted his car into reverse to back up, as they still watched him. Backing out of the parking lot, he watched in his review mirror as the van quickly backed up, following him out of the parking lot. He turned right on red at the light past Ziva's apartment complex and noticed they were still right on his tail. Deciding that he was the one driving a sports car and them a broken down van, he kicked his car into high gear and raced off down the street. Turning sharply left, and another left, he tried lose them. He waited looking back into his review mirror and noticed they hadn't kept up with him.

"That was fucking weird," Tony muttered to himself in the car. There was definitely something up two men following him around. He hadn't noticed anyone following him when he left the site where Gibbs was staking out. They must be some of Parsons people he thought to himself. He stopped again at a four way stop, making sure no one was around him again. Proceeding through the stop sign, he drove back to his apartment. He had to get a full night of asleep ahead of him for next day which would include the new mission and getting one last shot at convincing Ziva to not stay in Israel.

Mission to take down Parsons causes more heartbreak than intended. Set after the 4 months of hiatus. Major Tiva smut. Rated M for later chapters.