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 seat of the small black car. “La Tour de Eiffel, merci” The car drove through the packed Parisian streets as the day 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 butterflies currently fluttering inside it. Finding a platform opposite the tower she allowed herself to remember Paris as she had last known it. With Tony…
Tony DiNozzo left terminal 1A, also in a taxi. His driver was a bald beefy man with a large handle bar moustache. Tony got into his car hesitantly, it was a blue citron DC. He had once told Bishop not to trust guys with old cars but he was already in the car. Suddenly the man pulled away from the pavement shouting in rapid French. “Où vàs tu? Où vàs tu?” Tony not knowing what this meant (c’mon he hadn’t even known C’est la vie until Ziva had told him) panicked showing him a picture of the Eiffel Tower on his phone. The man kept quiet. Paris was already dark and the houses and shops glowed orange in the gloom. Pulling up no where even remotely near the Eiffel Tower he paid the man 20 euros not wanting to get into an arguement and despite the fact the journey had seemed a life time he still got change. Looking around hastily he couldn’t see Ziva, checking his watch hastily, it was 8:05, she should have been there five minutes ago. Ziva David was never late unless she was on the run from the FBI, NCIS and Mossad.
Glancing up Tony saw it. A figure, a female figure standing in the park above him. He grinned and ran towards her leaving his bag alone in the park. “Ziva” he breathed as he reached her. Ziva had been watching him and now ran to hug him. He lifted her up as her arms wrapped around him. Finally five years after they had slept together, they were back and with the Eiffel Tower behind them and the rest of the word a lifetime away, they kissed….
Together again at last.
