so here it comes the last part of this story. Once again let me thank you for all your reviews and for reading this little peace of mine. I really enjoyed writing this and checking my email account for review alerts.
Especially that you seemed to like Moa. I wasn´t sure about that in the beginning.
This story had come to it´s end, but I have an idea for a sequel in mind. You´ll figure out at the end of this, where that might go. ;-)
And let me just say, that´s a great feeling that I´m sitting here in Hamburg/Germany and you are from all over the world. USA, Sweden, Netherlands, Norway, Australia and so on and you are all reading this. Sometimes the world is small.
Now enjoy this and until the next time.
xox Yours Britta
The rest of the weekend went by in a rush. They spent it mostly in bed. And Tony came more and more to the understanding that Ziva had been right. His behaviour had something from a last minute panic.
Ziva wouldn't ask him too chose between her and his NCIS family, because it was her family too. He smiled at her, when she crawled back into bed after fetching herself a glass of water from the kitchen. He liked how naturally it felt to have her running around naked in his apartment. He never had met a woman who seemed to be so at ease with her own body. Most women slung the sheets around themselves before leaving the bed. Which seemed to be just ridiculous after he had spent the night with them.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked him.
"That I should write Moa a Thank-You-Letter." He said pulling her close.
"Why?" Ziva crossed her hands over his chest and popped her chin on top of it.
"Because." He played with her locks around his fingers. "She gave me a good advice."
"Which one?" She wanted to know.
He laughed. "I won't tell you. But she seems to be a wise person." He kissed her softly.
"Then I should write her a letter as well." Ziva concluded.
"Why's that?" Tony now was on the other side of the game.
"She gave me something to think about." Ziva grinned.
"And what would that be?"
"I won't tell you. But she seems to be a wise person." She giggled and then burst out laughing when Tony started to tickle her.
In one swift movement she had rolled on top of him and pinned him on the bed. Her lips inches away from his she shot him a questioning look.
"Tell me Tony, is that your knee or are just happy to see me?"
"I'll guess you'll find out!" He smirked and rolled them over, now him being on top.
"Too bad, that we have to go back to work tomorrow." He said kissing his way down her neck and then moving further down.
"Agent DiNozzo are you telling me, you want to keep me in bed all week?" Ziva said with a faked indignation.
"Yeah!" He laughed at her and continued to kiss his way down her body.
After another round of mind blowing love making Ziva moved her fingers through Tony's chest hair and eyed him carefully.
"What? Something wrong?" Tony looked worried at her.
"I'm just thinking what Gibbs will say, about us." She looked at her hand on his chest. "I mean we're breaking one of his rules."
"Actually he gave me permission to come on board?"
"On which board?" Ziva asked.
"Yours." Tony laughed. "I think his correct words were: He would highly recommend me to break rule number 12."
"He did not?" Ziva couldn't believe it.
"Yes he did and now you can stop to muse about this." He kissed her and felt her relax.
"Good!" She sighed for once it seemed that her life was turning into the right direction.
On Monday morning Abby was sitting on Ziva´s desk. Fumbling with some pencils.
"McGee! They should have been here already." Abby whined. "Where are they?"
"I have no idea, Abby." McGee exclaimed. "How should I know?"
"Know what, Probie?" Tony asked him.
"Hey you haven't called me that in weeks." McGee protested.
"Well old Tony is back!" He grinned.
"But Ziva is now the Probie!" McGee tried to argue and wished he hadn't, when Ziva stood right in front of him and hissed.
"Do you really think so?"
"Well, probably not." He mumbled.
"Good, because old Ziva is back too." She smirked at him and then turned to Abby who was pulling at her shirt.
"Abby? What is it?" She looked at her.
Abby stepped up towards her and whispered into her ear and then looked at Tony. Ziva laughed and whispered something back, which causes Abby to start laughing too.
"If you haven't noticed. I am right here!" Tony exclaimed.
"We know." Abby giggled.
"Great. Five minutes at work and my girlfriend is making fun of me." He mumbled to himself.
"Wait a minute!" McGee shrieked. "Did you just say girlfriend? I mean you and Ziva are…!"
"Are what McGee?" Gibbs barked.
"I don't know boss?"
Gibbs stepped up to Tony and eyed him carefully. "Did you do what I told you?" He asked.
"If you referring to rule number 12, boss. Yes I did?" Tony stated confidently.
"Good." Gibbs answered and headed towards the stairs where Jenny was waiting for him.
"What about rule number 12?" McGee asked confused.
Gibbs turned around on the stairs and said. "Rule number 12: "Never date a co-worker" is replaced by "Let them make their own mistakes"." And with that he continued his way up the stairs.
"Did you have to put it this way, Jethro?" Jenny asked him, slightly offended by his choice of words.
"We don't want them to think I've soften. Do we?" He smirked at her.
"This is so great!" Abby exclaimed and hugged Tony and Ziva. "I mean I knew it. I knew that you to belong together. Yay!"
Ziva and Abby moved a bit away from Tony and McGee to do some girls talk.
"So you and Ziva?" McGee approached Tony.
"Yes, me and Ziva!" He smiled at Ziva, who´s back was now turned to him.
"Is this a serious thing?" McGee asked.
"I asked her to move in with me. Does that sound serious to you?" Tony grinned at him.
"You did what!?" McGee exclaimed. "I mean ... wow!"
"Hey I mean it's not like we're getting married. We just share an apartment. No need for you say goodbye to old Tony." He patted McGee on the back.
The happy chit-chat was interrupted by a delivery man. "Delivery for Miss Abigail Sciuto?"
"Yes that's me!" Abby walked towards the man and looked at the big package. "Who's sending me such a big package?" She asked.
"It's from Sweden, Ma´me!" The delivery man said and let her sign for it. "Have a nice day."
"Do you think it's from Moa?" Ziva asked.
Abby shrugged. "I don't know. She didn't say anything."
"Open it, Abby!" Tony said impatiently.
Abby fumbled with the package until she had opened it. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Yay! It's a DAP!" She gasped. "But…?"
"Here's a card, Abby." McGee handed her the card that had fallen on the ground.
I hope you like the surprise. I could abdicate this DAP and I thought you would be the right person to get it.
Have fun with it.
By the way. Diego and I are getting married at the 18th of September and we would like to invite you all.
You, Tony, McGee, Gibbs, Jenny, Ducky, Palmer and
Abby stopped and looked at Ziva. "Did you tell her, that you came back?"
Abby showed her the card and Ziva read the last word.
She felt Tony's hand taking hers and then he said. "She seems to be a wise person."
Abby grinned. "Sweden here we come!"
Thanks for reading!