This was an idea I had last night before I went to bed. I thought it might be interesting to do because Halloween is going to be on Friday and this seemed like the best time to post it. It is a ghost story.
Summary: Tony and Ziva go undercover in Germany as married assassins once again in an attempt to catch an arms dealer who was smuggling US weapons off of a Navy ship. However, both get more than they bargained for when their hotel room is haunted…Rated T Major TIVA
Welcome To Germany
"We're here." Ziva whispered to Tony, who was asleep on the plane. He groggily opened his eyes and stood up. He had been sleeping most of the way, while Ziva had been listening to tapes in German on a little walkman she had picked up and trying to learn the language.
He gently took her hand in his and she led him off of the plane. The airport was big, and the people were quite friendly. The taxi drivers waiting outside all jumped at the chance to have Americans in them. It seemed that Americans gave good tips. They got into one and the driver took them to their hotel.
"Room 333." Tony smiled as he opened the door. "That adds up to nine."
"Good job." Ziva teased. "You have finally figured out math. McGee will be so proud."
"Haha!" Tony joked back, setting his luggage and hers down by the dresser. "So," he approached. "Think we have anyone watching us this time? I sure would like to put on another show…" Tony played.
"Really?" Ziva teased back. "I thought you wanted a divorce…And I thought you said I snored…And you said that you had standards and if you didn't have standards, you would date me…" She commented back. "Which is why you aren't getting anything."
Tony felt like he had to think fast. He had to get her…It was now a challenge. "It's called a joke Zee-vah." He whispered in her ear from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I wasn't serious."
"Sure you weren't." She began cleaning her gun, but she was having a hard time doing it properly with Tony literally breathing down her neck.
He kissed the back of her neck and she sighed, setting down the gun quickly and turning to face him. "You cannot do this to me. I am seeing someone." She said seriously.
"Oh!" Tony smiled. "So that is why you went to Israel again."
Ziva frowned. She could play this up if she had wanted to, but no, she had been visiting her brother in Israel, and his name was Ali, another half brother like Ari had been. They were all so close, and when Ali had been hurt in an accident, she went to see him. That was the picture Tony had found; Ali on his boat, he was so proud of that damn thing.
"No…" Ziva was annoyed. "Tony, you are always teasing me in some way, and its not fair." She told him. "Usually I don't mind it, but some of the things you say to me hurt my feelings. I am human too you know…Although sometimes I know you feel like I am a robot or something. I lied, I am not seeing anyone."
"Well, why won't you give into me then?" Tony asked.
"I have standards." Ziva replied. "And scummy men who have slept with have of D.C. are not my type."
Tony frowned. That one hurt. He now understood how he had made her feel.
She went into the bathroom, freshened up, put on her pajamas, and went to bed. Tony followed shortly after, hoping that he hadn't hurt her feelings too badly when he had said those things. Surprisingly he did care about her.
As midnight approached and it was almost Halloween, the room suddenly got dark, and the lights began to turn on and off. Tony's eyes flew open as did Ziva's. "What do you think that was?" Tony asked, looking around the room spooked.
"I have no idea." Ziva replied. "But it is an old hotel, from the 1900's, I read that on a statue when we got here." She smiled. "I bet its just some old wiring. Let's go back to sleep." She cuddled in closer to him and wrapped his arms around her.
They attempted to sleep again, only for the sound of a record to begin. "Tony!" Ziva shouted. "Turn off the radio. Now is not the time."
"Its not me." Tony replied, standing up and turning on the lights for good.
"What do you mean?" Ziva asked. "There is no one else here."
"I think maybe this room is haunted." Tony replied.
"Your crazy. Maybe the people in the room next to us are the ones playing the music?" Ziva suggested.
"I don't think so." Tony replied. "That was the other available room, and I am sure its empty."
"Come back to bed." Ziva ordered. "We have a huge day tomorrow. We have to catch the man and then get back to the states."
Tony nodded, turned off the lights, and went back to bed. He slept soundly, as did Ziva, but their dreams were not so sound.
"You can't take her from me!" The man protested. "She is my wife."
"And she is a Jew. We have been ordered to kill them all." The man wearing a Nazi uniform grabbed the woman and took her to a truck filled with other Jewish people.
"I don't understand. What did she ever do?" The man asked in desperation.
"She was born a Jew." The Nazi replied coolly and went to his truck and drove away.
The man entered the apartment slowly and broke down and cried. "Why?" He asked looking up as if to talk to God. "Why her?"
Tony woke up startled and then got up and went to the bathroom. He splashed some cold water on his face and then dried it off. When he looked in the mirror, he saw someone who wasn't him for a second. It looked like a blonde man with striking bluish green eyes. He looked away and then back again and he saw his own face.
Ziva was asleep still. They still had a few hours before they had to be at the buyer's auction that was going on. They were going to buy out all the weapons that a certain German man had smuggled off of an American Navy boat. Then, they were going to arrest him and bring him back to the states. They had already gotten permission from Germany to do this.
Tony watched Ziva sleep. She looked like she was dreaming too.
"You can't do this!" She screamed at the Nazi who was trying to push her into a gas chamber. "I was born in Germany, I am a German just as much as anyone! I deserve to live as do all of these people."
"Right!" The Nazi replied, once again trying to push her into the chamber. "I will shoot you if you do not enter. What is it going to be? Do you want to be gassed or shot?"
"Neither." She replied. "I am a good worker. How about you put me to work rather than kill me?" She asked.
"What for?" He asked.
"Because more will get done with me alive than with me dead." Was her response.
"We'll try it. Then, if you fail me, I will shoot you on the spot." The man told her.
"Fair enough." The woman replied.
Ziva woke up startled. Her heart was racing. "I had a dream, about…Nazis and…"
"Shhh…" Tony pulled her to him. "So did I." He replied.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yes." He nodded. "I think this room is haunted by two ghosts from that time, a man and a woman. And I think that because you are Jewish and I am just a typical man, like the couple in the dreams we had, the ghosts feel connected to us." Tony explained.
"That is too strange. But I want it to stop, and I want the ghosts to find peace." Ziva replied.
"I think that can happen." Tony agreed. "But today, we need to focus on getting those weapons."
Ziva nodded and got up to get ready. They had a week to complete the mission. Tony was hoping to take that whole week to complete the mission and solve the mystery of room 333.
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