Title: Protection

Chapter: 14

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the original characters from the show, they belong to the writers of NCIS but i do however claim ownership of all other non-original characters from the show.

Author's note: Like I said before, this will be the last chapter. :) Thanks to everyone who has read this story and especially those who have submitted reviews. I am glad that you have enjoyed this story so far. I've definitely gotten the most reviews for this story (almost 200, yay!) So... this chapter is a little short, but I think it was a good place to stop when I did. Anyways... Enjoy!


Ziva sighed in satisfaction as she closed the door to her hospital room behind her.

The doctor had 'advised' that she stay in the hospital for a whole week so he could monitor her recovery. In the end, protesting had done Ziva no good and she was forced to spend the seven longest days of her life in the room she was now leaving.

It had driven her crazy to not be able to get out of bed and she was sure that the only thing that had gotten her through the week was Tony.

He had visited her everyday and was the only bright spot in her stay at the hospital.

"ZIVA!" Ziva's thoughts were interrupted when Abby stepped out of the elevator and came running towards her.

Before Ziva was even able to respond, Abby had engulfed her in a bone-breaking hug.

"Abby!" Ziva gasped, "Can't... Breathe!"

The excited goth stepped back meekly and flashed Ziva a weak smile, "Sorry Ziva."

Abby brightened instantly, "I was just so excited that you're coming back!"

"I am too." Ziva agreed, "And I never plan on having to stay here again."

Abby grinned at the look on Ziva's face before she remembered what Tony had asked her to say, "Tony said he's sorry he couldn't be here to bring you home, but he promises to make it up to you."

A look of disappointment flashed over Ziva's face, but she quickly covered it up with a smile and a nod.

"That is fine." She looked at Abby, "Are you ready to go now?"

Abby nodded, and the two headed to the elevator. Ziva waited until the cold metal doors closed behind them before turning to Abby with a sly smirk on her face.

"No Ziva, you can not drive."

Ziva looked at Abby in shock, "How did you know I was going to ask?"

Abby simply smirked, "Tony told me you would."

Ziva crossed her arms and looked a little put off, but wasn't able to say anything else before the elevator doors opened and Abby sped out.

Ziva sighed and ran to catch up with her. They got in the car and Abby was pulling out of the driveway when she looked at Ziva with a mischievous grin, "So... what do you have planned for tonight?"

Ziva shrugged, "I do not know, relax with a book?"

Abby's grin grew wider as she thought of the surprise waiting for Ziva inside her house. Ziva, however, noticed the look on Abby's face and questioned, "What?"

Abby assumed a look of innocence as she looked at Ziva, "Nothing."

Ziva was about to insist that Abby tell her what she was thinking about when the car stopped and she realized they were at her house.

"Oh." Ziva turned to look at Abby, "I have nothing planned for tonight, do you want to come in?"

"I can't!" Abby answered a little too quickly, causing Ziva to raise an eyebrow. Abby mentally kicked herself as she tried to come up with a good excuse as to why she couldn't visit with Ziva, "I... am tired. I think I'm just going to go home and rest."

Ziva didn't buy Abby's excuse for one moment, but decided not to question her friend. "Okay Abby, I will see you tomorrow."

"Yup" Abby agreed happily, she waited until Ziva had gotten out of her car before yelling 'Have a good time!' and driving off.

Ziva watched in confusion as Abby drove away, have a good time with what?

She slowly shook her head before heading inside. Sometimes she makes no sense.

Ziva sighed in contentment as she closed the door to her house behind her, "I now understand what the Americans mean when they say 'there's no place like home.'"

She locked the door and began walking to her living room, then stopped in her tracks. "Tony?"

She asked in surprise. Tony stood before her, grinning like a little kid.

It was only when he stepped to the side that Ziva saw what he had done. Her entire living room was decorated with candles, and in the middle of the room was a table with a white tablecloth. On the table was dinner for two, cooked by Tony himself.

"Sorry I couldn't drive you home..." Tony began, "But I was a little busy."

Ziva turned to look at her boyfriend and smiled.

"Thank you Tony," She glanced around the room again, "It is beautiful."

"Breathtaking." Tony agreed and Ziva turned to find his eyes trained on her.

She felt a small blush rise to her cheeks. Tony noticed, but didn't say anything. He simply grinned and led her over to the table where he then held her chair out for her.

"Thank you Tony." Was the only thing Ziva could manage to say.

Tony smiled as he took the seat across from her. "Nothing but the best for you."

Smiling, Ziva leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. Her smile grew wider as she noticed the way he blushed and grew flustered. "I, uh... Glad you like it."

Ziva nodded happily before turning her attention back to the table. She took one bite of her food and closed her eyes at the taste. Letting out a small moan, she looked up and met Tony's eyes.

"This is delicious Tony."

"I am glad you like it." He admitted, knowing that he'd go to any lengths to please her.

Ziva smiled and Tony's breath caught in his throat at the beautiful sight. "I love you."

The sincerity in his voice sent small shivers up and down Ziva's spine.

She looked up at Tony and stared him deeply in his eyes, the warmth shining in them took her breathe away. "I love you too."

A smile broke out on Tony's face and a warmth started in his stomach. It continued to grow as he realized that he'd never get tired of hearing Ziva say those words.

At that moment, as he stared into her eyes, Tony realized—she was the one he'd spend forever with.


I want to thank everyone who has read this story (especially those who reviewed :P) I hope you liked it!

I also want to ask one thing. Should I write a sequel? I've got an idea for one, but want to make sure people actually want to read it, so I was wondering if you could tell me. Instead of making a poll, which only people with accounts can vote on, I decided to ask you to leave an answer in your reviews. That way everyone (even those without an account) can say what they think. :)

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