The bullpen seemed empty without Ziva there. When they didn't have a case and Gibbs wasn't around the team would always talk and argue and joke around, but not today, and not for the past week either. Ziva had been undercover out of town doing who knows what to get a lead on a case, and today they got one.

“Club owner just outside of DC. Grab your gear,” Gibbs ordered and walked in just long enough to grab his things and coffee from his desk before heading to the elevator. “What about Ziva?” Tony asked hopefully. “Don't worry about her, DiNozzo, she's already there.”

A lot of people were in line to enter the club. Multiple times the team overheard people say they were there for the main act, someone named Caramel. It sounded like a normal stripper name to anyone who had ever heard one but this club was too sensible to let any of the ladies fully flash their goods on stage.

Gibbs, Tony and McGee showed their badges to the bouncer standing as the doors of the club and went in. “So you said Ziva would meet us here?” McGee asked and looked around the club. He couldn't see the Israeli anywhere and no matter how hot the dancers were, Ziva would still stand out from the crowd. “She'll be here in a minute McGee, be patient.”

They found a spot towards the front of the stage just before the room went dark and the spotlight hit the stage. This would be the main act and they had to look natural. Tony for one had no problem with mixing business with pleasure to enjoy the show.

The main act known to most as Caramel was announced. People cheered and hollered as a beat began and the thin curtain lifted, revealing a good set of dancers. The lead stood out from the rest and began to sing. The woman all the men knew as Caramel was known as Ziva David to the three men that sat in the front row.

The dancers shook their hips to the music and turned as her voice hit the microphone.

“I'm starting to believe, boy
That this was meant to be, boy
'Cause I believe in karma
Boy, do you believe in karma?”

Red smoke covered the ground on the stage, leaving the room filled with the scent of cinnamon. The non toxic fog added to the effects on stage. It was made out to seem like a cave with torches and screens in the background depicting flames. The cheers in the crowd came from Christian men who wanted bad girls, and every good Christian in this club knew that the baddest of the bad girls were locked away in a fiery underworld beneath their feet.

“So forget about your past life
'Cause this could be our last life
We're gonna reach nirvana,
Boy, we're gonna reach nirvana

Ziva was dressed in what looked to be a black spandex two piece with boots that must be painful to dance in and a red jewel necklace around her neck, not long enough to interfere with her performance. She kept the surprise hidden from her features when she saw the team seated front row, evaluating her every move.

“Each time you put your lips to mine
It's like a taste of Buddha's Delight
I see the gates of paradise
You're a taste of Buddha's Delight
Tell me all your fantasies tonight
And I will make them happen 'cause
I'm not satisfied if I don't get my Buddha's Delight”

Ziva, or 'Caramel' as the crowd cheered her, shook her hips in time with the music. She even went as far as pulling one of the backup dancers close to her, which drove the crowd wild.

“Like sitting meditation
You give me elevation
Can you take me higher?
I wonder, can you take me higher?”

Some men came out from the back of the stage with more torches, lit and ready to go. Precautions had been taken and everyone was assured safety for the entire performance.

“I want a revelation
And sweet salvation
And the eternal fire
Show me the eternal fire”

The flames from the torches jumped and red streamers flew up from the stage and stood upright as air kept them up. It was no wonder it was so expensive to get into the club, they went all out with their performances. 'Anything to please the audience' was a phrase on a sign just above the bar, and this audience was pleased. The dancers were pleased more or less, mostly because of their pay. Ziva however was in it for the mission which required her to stay in character and remain under control by her fake boss at the club and Gibbs.

Ziva walked down four stairs located directly in front of the stage and wrapped her arms around the man at the head of the front table. Her fingers trailed through his hair, down his chest, and she stood before she went any farther.

“Each time you put your lips to mine
It's like a taste of Buddha's Delight
I see the gates of paradise
You're a taste of Buddha's Delight”

Ziva's backside slid up the mans front and she walked confidently around him and wrapped her arms around him from the back of his chair, barely brushing her lips on his cheek. That man was just lucky enough to be Tony DiNozzo.

“Tell me all your fantasies tonight
And I will make them happen 'cause
I'm not satisfied if I don't get my Buddha's Delight”

Ziva left Tony to mentally compose himself in his seat while she went back up the few stairs to the middle of the stage and spun around, her back to a pole in the center.

“I've got to have my Buddha's Delight
Oh, Shanti, Shanti
I've got to have my Buddha's Delight
Oh, Shanti, Shanti”

As the bridge music played the floor lifted, pole and all. The pole was taller than expected, the rest having been concealed in a room underneath the stage. The flames in the back jumped higher, the red streamers soared, the cinnamon fog spilled out of the machines on the sides of the stage.

“Each time you put your lips to mine
It's like a taste of Buddha's Delight
I see the gates of paradise
You're a taste of Buddha's Delight”

Ziva dropped through a hole in the elevated floor, twisting and turning down the pole, leaving the team speechless in the front row while the rest of the crowd stood from their seats, cheering Ziva on.

“Tell me all your fantasies tonight
And I will make them happen 'cause
I'm not satisfied if I don't get my Buddha's Delight”

The song ended but the applause continued as the curtains closed. Upon recognizing the agency the team was from the owner of the club had made a run for it, but to be honest he was the last thing on the agents minds. With nothing left to do in the club Gibbs, Tony and McGee made their way around the back outside of the club. Ziva was already waiting for them there.

“You were pretty good Ziva, and Tony sure seemed to enjoy it.” This comment earned McGee a slap on the back of the head from all three agents, but no one denied its truth. “Well it was sure as hell better than having to watch you on a pole, McStripper.”

Gibbs spared Tony a headslap and turned his attention back to Ziva. “I am never going undercover in a place like this again. I had to spend an entire week in a place that smelled like sweat, tears and who knows what other bodily fluids are in that place.” Gibbs wrapped an arm around Ziva even though he wasn't one to show affection towards his team in front of the others. “Nah Ziva, I won't send you back.” He led them back to the parking lot where the cars were parked and mumbled under his breath as he got in the drivers seat. “Next time it will be DiNozzo's turn.”