They had promised to meet a year 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 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...
Sorry this took awhile, DaveX had me juggling whether or not to continue! All right, this was posted on Fanfiction.net before that thing happened. Oh, DaveX, if you read this, I do this for fun. Restraining orders against fans would just lose popularity in the show. Wow, you're stupid (still talking to Dave, guys.)
Tony finally works up the courage to ask his boss. "Um, Gibbs?" "What, DiNozzo?" Gibbs snaps. Tony takes a step back. "I just wanted to know if you could let me... break... one of the rules." The atmosphere immediately changes. "Rule 12?" "How did you guess?" "That's the rule people always...
"So what’s the big news? Are you guys buying this yacht? That would be so cool! We could have parties on i all the time, and Gibbs could fish and Ducky could tell us stories about all the boating stuff that he knows…"
"Abby, Abby, calm down."
"Right, sorry, Timmy. Got a little excited."
"Anyway, we’re not buying a boat. The feds don’t pay us that much."
"Well, I don’t know. It was a guess. I mean, you guys brought us out here for a nice dinner and a sail, I just assumed that we were getting a boat."
"We, Abby? Would not the boat be mine and Tony’s?"