They had promised to meet a tahun after their goodbye, in Paris, the city of love.


Ziva David left terminal 2E in a taxi. The driver was a small gempal, 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 kerusi, tempat duduk of the small black car. “La Tour de Eiffel, merci” The car drove through the packed Parisian streets as the hari 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 atau not to continue! All right, this was telah diposkan on Fanfiction.net before that thing happened. Oh, DaveX, if anda read this, I do this for fun. Restraining orders against peminat-peminat 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 anda could let me... break... one of the rules."
The atmosphere immediately changes. "Rule 12?"
"How did anda guess?"
"That's the rule people always...