Of course I don't own any of the original characters, stories, concepts etc. of NCIS or otherwise, they belong to their respective owners. However any characters and/or storylines that I created for this story are mine.

NOTE: Everything in italic, was supposed to be in hebrew, unfortunately I haven't been able to get it translated so far. If there is anybody to help me with that, I'd appreciate it. Lacking a hebrew translation, for now the text is in German, followed by an English (underlined) translation.

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Thanks to LorelaiGilmore82 for betaing!

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DV: Undercover Again??

Chapter 2: Foreign Tongues

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Tony's POV

There I sat, flat on my ass, a regular rain of loose papers falling down all around me.

But my disorientation lasted only half a second, then I jumped up and made for the stairs. Today, I was thankful that NCIS had one of those slowly moving, hydraulic elevators. They could be excruciatingly slow when you were in them, going to Abby's lab to pick up important new evidence, while Gibbs breathed down your neck, but today the slow speed worked for me!

When I reached the ground floor the elevator hadn't arrived yet. I maneuvered into a semi-hidden position to the left and hoped nobody else had gotten into the elevator with her on the way down.

I recited what I was gonna say when she got out, hoping it would make sense and I wouldn't mess up by using the wrong words.

Then the elevator doors slid open and she stormed out.

„Weißt du, irgendwann werde ich dir mal beibringen müssen mit mir zu reden wenn du ein Problem hast anstatt mich einfach umzurempeln und dann aus dem Raum zu stürmen!"

"You know, one of these days I will have to teach you to talk to me if there is something bothering you instead of just pushing me over and storming out!

She spun around and looked at me.

„Was?"

"What?

"Denn die Überraschung, die ich dir damit machen wollte, kann ich jetzt ja wohl vergesen!"

"Because I can forget about surprising you with this now!"

The anger in her expression faded away and was replaced with a look of sheer astonishment. But I could also see that she also was more than a little bit embarrassed at blowing up over nothing, yet again.

I motioned her to come to me.

„Komm zu mir, Ziva."

"Come to me, Ziva"

And she did.

I had chosen my position so the both of us could inconspicuously disappear into the staircase when she reached me.

She pulled me close and gave me a passionate kiss. When she broke it she said:

„Ich glaube kaum, daß du mich noch mehr hättest überraschen können!"

"I don't think you could have surprised me any more!"

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