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After looking in the break room, Ducky’s office and even Abby’s lab; Tony finally found Ziva sitting on the roof. She was sitting on top of some ductwork, her back to him as he came through the door.
“Hello, Tony.” She didn’t sound like the Ziva he usually knew.
His eyes scrunched up a little and he looked back over his shoulder, “Uh, how’d you know it was me, you didn’t even look?” He came up beside her, “I know you used a mirror!” He jumped in front of her, as if to surprise her.
She looked up from where her hands were crossed in her lap. “Your footsteps Tony, I know the sound of your walk.”
He stood beside her, “Oh.” He twiddled the envelope in his hands, suddenly at a loss for what to say.
“What brings you up here, Tony? New case?” She started to uncross her legs to slide down off the duct.
He shook his head, putting a hand on hers to stop her, “No, nothing like that. Are you okay?”
She gave a little snort, shaking her head and muttered something in Hebrew.
“What’s that, I didn’t quite catch it?” Tony needled her.
Another snort, “You were not meant to.” A sigh, “I am fine, Tony. Just tired.” She sat with her hands on the edge of the duct, her shoulders rounded, head bowed. The last time he’d seen her look this lost was right after Roy passed away.
He put on a false smile and put more bravado into his voice then he felt. “Well then, Miss. Da-vid have I got something for you!”
“Tony, you are starting to annoy me, what are you up to?”
He flipped the envelope towards her and she took it in her hands, opening it and going through it.
“Passport, airline tickets on Air France to,” She scanned the tickets, “Paris? The flight leaves in four hours.” She looked at him questioningly. “What is this all about?”
Now he was getting nervous, “Uh, keep looking, I think there’s a letter in there.” He gestured towards the envelope.
She checked inside and pulled out a letter.
Ziva, I’ve been looking over your file lately and was surprised to see the amount of vacation time you have accumulated. It is essential that you take at least two weeks off immediately.
I don’t normally book travel for my team members, but I felt in this case I could make an exception. All you need to do is pack and get to Dulles no later then 7pm. As for packing, make sure you have something for a black tie event, I need you to look in on an old friend for me while you’re there.
This is pretty much all I have, I ask that you trust me, Ziva. I’m not setting you up in any way, this is truly a vacation. Also, please don’t hurt DiNozzo, he’s just the messenger.
L. J. Gibbs
Ziva looked over to Tony and slid down off the Duct. “Well, it seems I have a plane to catch. Tell Gibbs, thanks.” She turned and walked to the door leading to the stairs back into the building.
As the door closed behind her, Tony let out the breath he’d been holding then pumped his arm in the air, Mission Accomplished.