Tony chuckled some. "That was unless I shaved it if I recall. Who's to say I haven't shaved it?" he shot back with an amused grin. And she was right. The team back home was a family. Dysfunctional most of the time, but a family. And really, what family wasn't dysfunctional on some level?
He nodded some. "Always carry a knife. One of the Mossad rules, right? Knives never run out of bullets." He smiled some. "Glad you made it out alive Ziva." He noticed her rubbing her neck and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't tell me the bastards tried to behead you." His voice had gone dangerous and all laid back manner dropped from his body language. He did his best to stay calm and ran his hands through his hair.