Here's my new story ya'll! I hope you enjoy it!! This is based on Last Name by Carrie Underwood

Four Years Ago

Ziva David had been working on assignment in the United States for over three months. Finally finishing up with her mission that morning, Ziva decided to head to the local bar and let loose. Ari had always warned her against doing so, but she told him not to worry. After all, it was the big brother's job to worry about his sister. Saying goodbye to him, Ziva left the hotel and walked to the closest bar to her hotel.

Last night I got served a little too much of that poison baby
Last night I did things I'm not proud of
And I got a little crazy

Not long after arriving at the bar, Ziva had already felt her tension release. She had downed two glasses of whisky and was already feeling the effects. Sitting at the bar and watching the group on the dance floor having fun was not what Ziva had in mind for the night. In fact, there was a man in the center of the dance floor that had caught Ziva's eye the moment he walked into the bar.

He was easily 6 foot, and had the body of a once athletic man. His dark brown hair, hung loosely, his green eyes, and wide smile drew Ziva closer to him. That smile alone seemed to melt Ziva, and he was not even looking in her direction. Finishing off her third glass, Ziva sucked up the courage to walk out onto the dance floor and meet this beautiful stranger

Last night I met a guy on the dance floor
And I let him call me baby

And I don't even know his last name
Oh, my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name

"Are you here with someone?" Ziva asked rolling onto her tiptoes to talk into the man's ear so he could understand her over the music.

"Depends, baby, are you?" the man asked, smiling at her with the classic smile that had probably swooned many a woman off her feet.

"I am now," Ziva smirked at the man as the two of them began to dance to the beat of the music. As the time flew by, the couple seemed to meld together better and better. "What is your name?" Ziva asked when they decided to take a break and grab a drink at the bar.

"Tony," the man said, taking a long swallow of his beer. "What's yours?"

"Ziva," Ziva smiled.

"You're not from around here are you?" Tony asked, noting Ziva's distinct accent.

"Israel," Ziva replied.

"Niii-ceee," Tony chuckled. "Here on business?" he asked and Ziva let out a small laugh.

"Just finished," Ziva said. "You?"

"In between jobs. Just quit one, and got a job at another. I'm moving Monday," Tony explained. He had been working in Baltimore for almost two years, but when the chance came to work in D.C. with a man named Gibbs, Tony jumped at the chance.

"Come here often?" Ziva asked, tapping her foot to the beat of the music still blaring throughout the barroom.

"Every chance I get," Tony said, winking at Ziva. There was something about this exotic beauty that made Tony want to get to know her better. "What do you say we get out of this place, Zee-vah?" he said, letting her name roll of his tongue.

"Only if you can keep up," Ziva said, standing up and let the double meaning sink into Tony's mind. It only took him a split second before he jumped off the stool and followed her out of the door.

We left the club right around three o'clock in the morning
His Pinto sitting there in the parking lot Well it should have been a warning
I had no clue what I was getting into
So I blame it on the Cuervo
Oh where did my manners go?

"Got a car?" Tony asked as they walked out of the crowded bar.

"Nope, I walked from my hotel," Ziva explained.

"Which hotel?" Tony asked, looking around. There were not that many hotels within close walking distance of the bar. He figured they could just go back there if Ziva wanted.

"None of your earwax," Ziva said.

"I think you mean beeswax," Tony said. "We can just head back to my apartment," he suggested and Ziva took his arm, signaling for him to lead on.

And I don't even know his last name
Oh, my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name
Here we go...

"Nice place," Ziva said, walking into the door that Tony held open for her. There were boxes stacked up around the place; it was obvious that Tony was packing up to move in a few days.

Tony just nodded his agreement before turning Ziva around to face him. Looking into her eyes for only the slightest of moments, Tony bent his head and crashed his lips into hers. Ziva 

retaliated by kissing with the same intensity. This was defiantly that something Ziva usually did, but this was not any normal man. There was something about his man that drew Ziva to him. Tony awkwardly led the couple towards his bedroom, trying not to break the passionate kiss the two were currently locked in. Successfully reaching the bedroom, Tony shut the door with his foot and threw Ziva onto the bed.

A while later, the two of them were lying on the bed each wrapped up in the sheets. Tony had his head perched on his arm, his elbow buried into the pillow and Ziva was laying much the same way, but facing Tony.

"Have you enjoyed the U.S.?" Tony asked her, making slow circles on her bare shoulder.

"Never got the chance to really see the country," Ziva admitted. Her mission was her first priority, and sightseeing had never entered into her mind.

"Well, we got all weekend, where do you wanna go?" Tony asked, smiling at her.

"Who said I have all weekend?" Ziva countered, smiling slightly at the man.

"Oh come on, where's one place that you've always wanted to go?" Tony asked, acting like a little kid excited about going to the toy store.

Ziva stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure the man out, but soon gave up. "Las Vegas," she admitted.

"Let's go," Tony said, jumping out of the bed.

"Are you serious?!" Ziva asked, sitting up in the bed and watched the man pull his blue jeans on. "We cannot seriously go to the other side of the country for one night," she protested.

"Loosen up, Zee-vah," Tony said, pulling her out of the bed. "We're going to Las Vegas and partying!"

The Next Morning

Ziva groaned and rolled over to hide her face from the blazing sunlight. Her head felt like it weighted a ton, and her eyes felt just as bed. It was not until she felt a arm pull her closer that she woke up all the way. Turning around to see who the person was, Ziva recalled meeting the man- Tony, she thought was his name- in Maryland. Looking around, Ziva did not recognize the room they were in. It was defiantly not the room that Ziva had been staying on. Sitting up, Ziva went to rub her face to fully wake up, and felt something weird on her left hand.

"What the hell?" she whispered quietly. On her left hand was a huge diamond ring, looking at it, Ziva's mind flashed back to small scenes from the previous night. There was something about Elvis, who he was, Ziva had no idea, but Tony seemed to be excited about the man.

Today I woke up thinkin' about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here

Or how this ring on my left hand just appeared out of nowhere
I gotta go

Ziva looked at the clock beside the bed, and remembered that she was supposed to call her father that morning to update him on the mission. He had expected to call by ten, but, according to her watch, it was closer to ten. Muttering in Hebrew, Ziva stealthily slipped out of the bed and grabbed her clothes. Walking out of the hotel room, Ziva never looked back.

I took the chips and the Pinto and hit the road
They say what happens here stays here
All of this will disappear
There's just one little problem...

I don't even know my last name

"I am married and do not even know who he is," Ziva said to herself, punching the steering wheel. How was she going to explain this to her father or to Ari?

Oh my mama would be so ashamed
It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name

What have I done
What have I done
What have I done
Oh, what have I done
I don't even know my last name

As Ziva sat on the plane beside her half-brother, she thought back to that weekend. She tried to retrace the events, but it was all still hazy. Ari looked over at his half-sister, and could easily see the conflict in her eyes. He knew better than to ask her about it though, and kept his silence. Besides, he had other things to think about, Ari thought smugly.

It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned into
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name

It turned into
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last

my last name

Hope you liked the story! I will update with the reaction of the two when they meet again. Please tell me what you thought!! Thanks again for reading.