Because sometimes, even assassins need saving.

Anthony DiNozzo Junior loved Paris. Not as much as he loved Spain, but how could you not love Paris? It was full of culture, food and love. He and his wife Ziva visited Paris often, but it was normally for business, which meant as few days as possible. This time however, they were here for themselves. As he stood on their hotel balcony he smiled. They were long overdue for a break and he was looking forward to spending it in his second favorite city.

"Are you done staring?" Ziva called and Tony turned to look at her.

His smile got wider as she approached him, her blue dress swishing against her tan legs. "I'll never be done staring, Sweet Cheeks." She rolled her eyes before stopping in front of him. "Ready for dinner?" He asked softly as she leaned up to kiss his lips. He gave a groan as they pulled apart. She smirked and grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. That would have to wait for later.

They made their way through the hotel lobby, her arm looped through his. The front desk staff nodded at them as they passed by. They were regulars here, not to mention good tippers, so the staff was familiar with them. Stepping outside the door man flagged down a taxi for them. Tony looked at Ziva and she jerked her head at the sidewalk.

"Thanks, but we'll walk."

The door man nodded. "Have a good evening Sir."

The restaurant they were headed to was only a few blocks away and he had seen Ziva run a mile in heels before, so he knew it would be no problem for her. Plus it gave them a chance to take their time getting there. Once they reached the restaurant they were seated almost immediately.

Tony pulled Ziva's chair out for her and had just sat down when the waiter walked up. "Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. DiNardo." They both smiled. "It's been awhile since we've seen you!"

"Yes it has." Ziva replied as she tucked her napkin in her lap.

"Are we here on business or pleasure this time?"

"Pleasure. No business this go around." Tony said and Ziva shot him a smirk before opening her menu.

"Would you like a wine menu tonight?"

"Please." The waiter nodded and left them to peruse their menus. "I don't know why you bother looking," Tony said to his wife. "You always get the same thing."

"I know what I like." She looked at him and raised her eyebrows, making him chuckle.

After they had ordered and the wine had been poured Ziva excused herself to go to the ladies room. When she got back there was a box sitting on top of her napkin. She stared at it as she sat down. She looked at Tony, who simply pretended he didn't see her questioning look. After taking a sip of wine he spoke. "Aren't you going to open it?"

Her mouth curled into a smile as she untied the ribbon and lifted the cover off the box. He watched as her eyes lit up and she looked at him in surprise. "Why?"

"Now I know you're forgetful Zi, but even you should remember it's your birthday next week."

"Yes but it is not next week."

"No, but we'll be back at work. And I know how much you hate mixing business with pleasure." He watched as she lifted the necklace out of the box.

"Well the one time I did, I met you and look what happened."

Tony clutched a hand to his chest. "Ouch, that hurt!" He reached forward and took a hold of her hand. "Do you like it?"

She turned to him, her brown eyes meeting his green ones. "I love it." She leaned forward to give him a kiss.

He had purchased a Star of David necklace a few months ago when they had stopped in Israeli to see her family. The necklace was gold, with diamonds on the points. Her first Star of David had broken during one of their work trips almost six months before and he knew how much she missed it.

Soon their food arrived and they settled into a comfortable silence. Two bottles of wine, a steak and a bowl of pasta later they flagged down a taxi to cart them back to their hotel. Tony guided his wife to the elevator, smiling as she leaned into his side. Between the jet lag and wine they would both sleep well tonight.

Ziva headed into the bathroom to change and emerged a few minutes later wearing pajama pants and a camisole. Tony stood on the balcony for a few more minutes before making his way to the bed. As he crawled under the covers Ziva moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her temple before telling her goodnight.

-.-.-.-

They spent the next several days going to museums, art galleries and wandering around the city. They had been to Paris enough that they didn't need to see the major tourist attractions. Over the years Tony had encouraged Ziva's appreciation of art.

Today they had found their way to a small gallery hidden away from the large crowds. Except for a few other people, they pretty much had the exhibit to themselves. He had just finished looking at a sculpture and looked up to locate his wife.

He found her staring at a painting that was as tall as the room and at least ten feet wide. He slowly made his way over, being careful to not disturb her. He stopped next to her and looked at the painting. The canvas was covered in shades of red, orange and yellow. While he didn't know what the painting was about, he was more interested in what she thought.

"What do you see?" His voice came out softly, as to not distract the other people in the room.

"Sunset." She whispered and something in her voice caught his attention. He turned to look at her, surprised to find tears filling her eyes. "It…reminds me of…" her voice trailed off.

Tony turned back to the painting. "The sunset over Israel."

"Yes." Her voice came out like a rush of air. She nodded her head and turned to look at him. He turned towards her and slipped his hand into hers. "Yes."

"You miss it." She nodded and he gave her a smile. "We'll go back soon."

"Promise?"

He nodded and pulled her into him. She clutched his shirt and rested her head on his chest. They stood there for awhile, staring at the painting. Eventually they pulled apart and left the exhibit.

-.-.-.-

It was their last day in Paris when he received the text. They were wandering through one of the parks when his phone dinged. Ziva cast a look at him as he stopped to read the message.

"Well?"

Tony exited out of the text then looked at his wife. "How does Washington DC sound?"

She smirked. "Like a challenge." He chuckled as he pulled her in for a kiss. Breaking apart she looked up at him. "And you know how much I love a challenge."

"Isn't that why you married me?" She gave a laugh before looping her arm through his so they could finish their walk before heading to the hotel.