Tony and Ziva

They had promised to meet a jaar after their goodbye, in Paris, the city of love.


Ziva David left terminal 2E in a taxi. The driver was a small stout man with a red face, who had taken her small case and thrown it in the back of his car. “Où vàs tu?” Her asked her from the front zitplaats, stoel of the small black car. “La Tour de Eiffel, merci” The car drove through the packed Parisian streets as the dag retreated to night. The car pulled a few streets away from the tower and Ziva heard the man mumble something about too many cars. She smiled and decided a walk would clear her stomach of the...

DISCLAIMER: u know the deal. I don't own any of the songs either.

Ziva hated this. The last time she'd been undercover, at least she'd been near DC. But New York? It was a beautiful city, but she wanted to be near Tony, the man she loved.
She'd returned to her hotel room, her laptop was on and had been for a while, and her earbuds were in her ears. She'd left her iPod at her apartment, but she'd mysteriously found this one in her bag. No doubt Tony had left it there. She put in her earbuds and pressed play.
Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City
She smiled at her favoriete song
I'm a...