A/N: OK, so I thought of this on my holidays…sad, isn't it? So I don't know how long this will be…definitely not very, but I said that about my last story and that ended up being 46 chapters…no, that won't happen. OK, so Ray never got the assignment for Tel Aviv at the end of 'Pyramid'. Note: I know, or at least I've heard, that Americans don't get much vacation time, and being feds the NCIS gang would probably get even less, but for the sake of the story, you know.


Ray took Ziva's left hand in his own, and looked into her eyes. She still seemed surprised he was even sitting there. They seemed to have gotten so good at this long-distance thing that whenever they saw each other it was a little bit of a shock. Especially when he dropped in unexpectedly…at her workplace.

"Is everything OK?" she asked, with a cautious smile. Goddamn her ability to know when there's something up, Ray thought inwardly.

"I'm being relocated," Ray admitted, gripping her hand tighter as if she would run away.

Her beautiful smile faded into a frown. "Does this mean…?"

"No!" he quickly answered before she could finish her question. "It's only Chicago. We managed with me in Miami, we can manage now, right?"

Ziva chewed her lip and nodded. "Right. But, um…is there a reason you came to tell me that in person? Not that I'm complaining—"

"Hey, it's OK," he said, stroking her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. "The thing is, I know you've got some time off soon, and I was wondering if you'd help me use up the last remaining time at my beach house before I sell it."

The Israeli-American's face lifted at the idea. "Beach house? You never mentioned one."

"I do invest my savings in something, you know. It's right on the beach, there's a great bar across the street." He grinned at her, running a hand through her hair. "I just need someone to share it with."

For good measure, and because she just looked so beautiful when she smiled, he leant in and kissed her softly. She responded, but not without hesitation. She was at work after all. Anyone could walk in, at any moment.

"Sounds perfect," she replied.

"I'm not done," he said. "I want you to invite Tony."

Ziva almost flew out of her chair. "What?" she exclaimed, probably a little too loudly. "Are you out of your mind?" she hissed, aware that any more noise could attract attention from unwanted co-workers. They had learnt from past experiences that NCIS's break room was not very well insulated from sounds. Besides, it was the only room containing a candy machine.

"Let me finish," Ray said, trying to calm her. "Of all your co-workers, he was the hardest to…uh…win over."

He always is, Ziva's inner voice remarked, meanwhile the rest of her brain was still trying to process what exactly had gotten into Ray.

"I want your friends to be my friends, Ziva."

"I understand that, Ray, but being friends with Tony isn't as easy as it sounds," she tried to reason with him. "And besides," she added, lowering her voice again, "don't you think he'd feel like a fifth wheel?"

"You mean 'third wheel'?"

"Well what has two wheels?"

Ray looked at her blankly. "A bicycle?"

"But that can fit only one person, which really just eliminates the purpose of calling them a third wheel in the first place."

"Well, he can bring Agent Barrett."

This holiday was getting more insane by the minute. "Agent Barrett is on leave," Ziva said, quite happy with any excuse to keep EJ away from her romantic Miamian getaway.

"You told me she's coming back to work on one of your other teams the same day as you."

Dammit. He has me cornered, and he's not backing down.

"Well," she said, in a somewhat conclusive manner. "This is going to be a very interesting two weeks."

A/N: Should I continue? Thoughts? Reviews?