The Night's Agents
Lovers in the Night
The NCIS-Mossad liaison crouched behind the ferns. Her chocolate-brown eyes flitted warily over the forest, searching for anything even remotely suspicious or dangerous. Her body tensed as she heard something in the woods up ahead. Or was it behind her?
Then a hand came down on her shoulder.
She whipped out her knife, whirled around, and pressed it to her unknown assailant's neck, kicking out his legs from underneath him so he was lying on his back.
Forest-green eyes looked up at her. Her partner choked, "Easy, Ziva. It's just me."
"Tony," she replied calmly, relenting a bit on the pressure she was putting on his chest. He scrambled into a sitting position.
"You know you can put that knife away, right?"
"Yes." Ziva David quickly sheathed her knife, rocking back on her heels to study him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Looking for you."
"Ziva, someone's been searching our camp. I—"
That was as far as he got before everything went black.