"Abby?" Ducky called as he hurried down to her lab, "Abby?" he called again as he walked into the lab.
No music was blaring, and he furrowed his eyebrows together. The lights were still on, but there was no sight of the forensic scientist. He went to go and find her when he watched as the elevator doors opened up, revealing Abby, who was running towards him, "Ducky!" she exclaimed, "There you are! I've been looking for you!"
He chuckled, "Yes, so have I." He smiled, "Funny how it works out, isn't it?"
"So you got my blood analysis?" She grinned, gesturing to the three sheets of paper in his hands.
"Yes, Abby, I did, but what-"
"And you got the part about Ziva, right?" She smiled, twirling around, "She's pregnant! How exciting is this?" She jumped up and down, "So I already know when and where her baby shower is going to be, and can you even imagine Tony's look when he finds out! He's going to be thrilled! Oh, this is so romantically exciting!" She grinned, and Ducky walked towards her, carefully placing a hand on each of her shoulders.
"Abby." He calmly said, "Calm down."
"What?" She shrugged, "It's obvious who the father of her child is anyways. There's no possible way that, if the evil bastard that captured her was her baby daddy, a blood test would pick that up." She put her hands up, "It's gotta be Tony's."
"Yes, Abigail, I agree. But you do realize what this means, right?"
"That Tony's going to be a father to Ziva's baby?" She grinned from ear to ear, "That's super exciting! Though Gibbs'll probably be super pissed." She gasped and then backed up, "Oh. My. God." She said, "Ducky...oh my god."
"What?" He questioned, "Now you have me confused, my dear. A terrible mood swing."
"No, no, Ducky. This is a good 'oh my god."
"Yes! This means that they have to get married!"
He gave a small chuckle, "Actually, Abigail, when I was completing the blood tests for Ziva, Tony came down. They embraced and I saw..." He took in a deep breath, "Abigail." He firmly said, shaking her shoulders, "You must promise me that you will not explode with joy on what I am about to say next."
"I promise." She smiled.
"She was wearing an engagement ring, Abigail. He already proposed to her." He watched as Abby stood there, wide eyes, almost frozen, "And she said yes." He whispered and Abby smiled largely.
"This. Is so exciting!" She squealed, jumping up and down, "Ziva's going to have the best wedding ever! I know the best caterer...." She ran towards her desk, picking up a pad of paper and a pen, scribbling down notes to herself, "I gotta call her. She makes the best-"
"Abigail!" Ducky exclaimed, "You cannot tell Ziva that I told you about this!"
"Why not?" She pouted.
"You will have to 'find out' yourself."
She smiled, "I can do that!" She saluted to him, "Sir, yes, sir!"
"I'm not Jethro." He chuckled.
"Right." She smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."
"Don't apologize..." He smiled before Abby grinned back.
They both put on their best 'Gibbs' voice as they said, at the same time, "It's a sign of weakness."
Abby giggled before smiling down at the Medical Examiner, "So what were you going to say?"
"Oh, yes." Ducky remembered, "I do not believe that Tony and Ziva have..."
"Had sex?" She butted in.
"Yes. I do not think that they have since her return from Saudi Arabia."
"Me neither. Tony wants to be careful around her. Especially since she was...well..." She winced, "That word." She sighed and let her shoulders drop, "Poor Ziva. But at least Tony gave her a happy ending!" She perked up.
"That means, Abigail, that the child was conceived before she went on the mission. Meaning..."
Abby sucked nearly all the air out of the room as she gasped and stepped back, "She was pregnant while she was on the mission!"
Ziva David sat on the couch in her and Tony's apartment, flipping through the channels on the television, trying to find something besides Spongebob to watch.
She was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, her hair in a messy bun that sat directly on top of her head. Her face scrunched up in disgust at some of the shows that she came across, and Tony found it one of the cutest faces he had ever seen her make.
He was currently in the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. He was starving and even though he had ordered pizza about thirty minutes ago, he still couldn't wait. He searched through the fridge, and the sound of bottles banging against each other and containers being moved around was heard over the television.
He grabbed a container with some sort of noodle and opened it up, smelling it before holding it as far away from him as possible. He wrinkled his nose and let out a, "Phew!" before chucking the container into the trashcan, "No good." Realizing there was only one possible option left, he stood up and looked over the door, yelling into the living room, "Beer?"
"Yes, please." She responded back as he grabbed two Coronas and walked into the living room. He plopped down on the sofa next to her, popping the cap with one finger before handing it to her, "Toda." She smiled before taking a gulp and returning her attention back to the television screen.
He too took a swig, "The news?" He questioned, motioning his bottle towards the TV, "That's what you found to watch? God, I'm getting married to a hermit!"
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "A hermit?"
"Yeah, yeah, you know, someone who lives under a rock and doesn't like to have fun..."
"I like to have fun." She smiled, taking another swig of her drink. She looked him up and down with elevator eyes before returning her attention back to the TV, "You would know." She muttered, taking another sip.
"I seem to have forgotten." He teased, batting his eyelashes as he leaned towards her, "Care to enlighten me? I've been a bad boy."
"Answer the door." She smirked, and he furrowed his eyebrows together, leaning back to his original position.
"What? No one's even knoc-" He started, but then stopped when he heard someone knock on the door, "How did you do that?"
She shrugged, "I seem to have forgotten." She smiled, teasing him again as she took another sip of her Corona.
He jumped off the couch and started towards the door, opening it up, paying the man for the pizza, and then returning. He set the pizza down on the coffee table, flipped the TV to a basketball game, and then grabbed a slice.
However, the thought and sight of the pizza made her stomach feel queasy and she set the beer down loudly on the table, standing up, "I just...need to use the restroom." She responded before bolting towards it, trying to compose herself as she closed the door behind her.
She walked towards the toilet and then froze and looked up at what was on the wall behind the toilet.
"TONY!" She shouted, the queasy feeling in her stomach gone as she rushed out of the bathroom, "Anthony Davide DiNozzo!" He gulped at the sound of his full name coming out of her mouth. And then he realized what she was screaming about. He grinned.
"You like it?"
"Why...the hell...is the beautiful sketch that man in Paris drew for us behind the toilet?"
He shrugged, "So I can look at you when I pee." He said, simply.
She scoffed, "You are disgusting, Anthony."
"Thanks." He grinned, "Now stop using my first name and start eating this pizza. It's not gonna eat itself."
"Yes, well, I am sure that you will."
"Eat myself? Ziva-" He feigned that he was shocked, "I know that I may-"
"Enough." She said, putting her hand up, "I meant you eating the pizza, you bolt."
Tony almost chocked on the pizza in his mouth, "Dolt, Ziva, not bolt. Bolt is for-"
"The little screwys in your head, yes?"
"Thanks." He smiled, sarcastically.
She sat back down on the couch, grabbing the quilt that was laying on the floor and pulling it up to her neck, closing her eyes as she lay down on her side, burying herself in the softness of the cushions. He shook her ankle, "Hey, you okay?"
"Just thinking." She quietly said.
"About?" He questioned, "Me, I hope." he grinned, though the way that she didn't make eye contact with him or fire back some witty remark, he knew that it was now 'serious conversation' time. He grabbed the remote quickly and pressed the 'mute' button.
She paused before she answered, taking in a deep sigh, "The future." She said on the exhale of breath.
"What about it?"
"What's going to happen. How we are going to live our lives. Everything, Tony." She pulled the quilt tighter around her, "Am I too much like a...robot?" She questioned.
"Yes, Tony. With the mechanical arms? The ones that have...have no hearts. No emotions."
"Ziva..." He sighed, sadness definite, "You definitely have emotions."
"But you are right, Tony."
She flipped over so that she was on her back, looking up at him as he finished the last part of his slice of pizza. She put a hand behind her head to prop it up as she stared at him, "I took the whole ra-situation." She picked the right word this time, "Way too delicately."
"See?" He grinned, "I knew that I was right about something."
"You know that I only did it because I..." She took in a breath, "I felt that it would help you...get through it." She turned her head away, "I was wrong."
"Ziva I..." He started, "I should be the one that's sorry."
She laughed, "What is this? A sorry fest?"
"Good thing Gibbs isn't invited." Tony joked and Ziva smiled up at him.
"Good thing." She said, grabbing her beer back off of the table and sitting up, shoving it towards Tony, "To Gibbs." She smiled and he picked his beer bottle up.
"To us." He smiled back, clinking the glass together before they each took a swig, the rest of the night followed by pizza, beer, and laughs, the two completely unaware of how much their future was going to change in just a matter of months.
The next morning, Tony had insisted to go and get coffee, excuse him, tea for Ziva while he dropped her off at the office.
And, for some odd reason, he had to nearly throw poor Agent Tim McGee into the backseat of the Mustang as well.
Furrowing her eyebrows together, she walked into the bullpen, a small smile placed on her face, "Morning, Gibbs." She looked down at her desk as she put her backpack down and gave a confused look at the cup of coffee sitting there. And the Caf-Pow. She pointed to it and then looked up at Gibbs, "Did Abby leave her Caf-Pow on my desk?" She questioned and he shook his head.
Ziva carefully balanced the tag that was hanging from the straw between two of her fingers as she read: 'To Ziva, XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Abby.' She smiled slightly as she sat down at her desk, noticing the golden box of chocolates there as well.
She smiled and then looked up, noticing at this point that Gibbs was now standing in front of her desk, "What is all of this?" She questioned, motioning to all of the presents in front of her.
"We all missed you, Ziver." He quietly said, walking around her desk and perching on the edge of it, "And when we found out what happened to you..."
"I understand." She nodded as Gibbs carefully leaned down and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.
"Welcome back." he mumbled, walking back towards his desk.
At first, she didn't know what to do. No one else on the team besides Tony had ever kissed her, and she smiled slightly before she furrowed her eyebrows together, noticing a lime green sticky note that was place on the jar of pens and pencils as well as other utensils.
It was written in a familiar scrawl, and she pulled it off to read it: Ziva, I need to see you ASAP. -Ducky.
She looked at Gibbs and help up the note, "Do you know what this is about?" She questioned and Gibbs looked up, shaking his head.
"I don't know what it says, but nope."
She just stared at him before standing up, "I am going to Ducky's." She announced and Gibbs nodded his head as she exited the bullpen.
She entered Autopsy and spotted Ducky at his desk, looking over his paperwork.
"Ducky?" she questioned, cautiously, to not startle the doctor.
He spun around and smiled at her, standing up, "Ziva...I have some good news, I hope, and bad news."
"You hope?" She questioned, "I am not Gibbs, but I do not entirely like the sound of 'I hope'."
"Yes, well, Jethro does have a strict way, doesn't he?"
She nodded, "But that is not why you called me down here. To talk about Gibbs' strict ways."
"No..." He shook his head, "Abby ran the blood analysis and faxed me the results last night."
"And?" She questioned.
"You have no STD's." She smiled, causing the ME to smile as well, "But..." Her smile faltered, "How is the best-"
But he was interrupted by the doors opening to Autopsy, revealing Jimmy Palmer. He froze and looked around a bit, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, "Hi, Ziva! Good to see you back...uh...Doctor Mallard...morning."
"Jimmy." He greeted him.
"Right...well...am I interrupting anything?"
"Yes." Ducky said at the same time as Ziva said, "No, not really."
They both looked at each other, but apparently Jimmy only heard Ziva's answer, "Good." He let out a sigh of relief, "By the way...Tony was looking for you."
"Oh." She said, subconsciously turning her ring on her hand, "I will be back, Ducky." She smiled, patting him on the shoulder before quickly leaving Autopsy.
Ducky looked at Jimmy, who just stared, "She said I didn't interrupt anything..."
"Just...clean the supply closet, Mr. Palmer."
"Right away, Doctor." he nodded before he watched Ducky sit down at his desk again.
"Ziva!" Tony exclaimed, grabbing her arm just as she stepped out of the elevator. He shoved her back in again, "I got you a surprise!"
"My tea?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shook his head, "Something better."
"What could possibly be-" But she stopped when she watched him take off his tie and wrap it around her head, covering her eyes, "Tony. We are not having sex in the building." She sighed, "We are at work!" she hissed.
"No, we aren't having sex. Though that's a good idea. I'm gonna have to remember the 'tie as a makeshift blindfold' trick for next time."
"Next time?" She questioned as the elevator doors dinged open. He put one hand on each shoulder as he led her out of the elevator, "You know that I can see right through this, yes?"
"What?" he scoffed, "Now you've got x-ray vision or something?"
"No...but this is that tie that you bit a hole through while playing that stupid block game on your phone." She smiled.
"It's called Tetris, and I was beating my high score!" He whined, moving her through the parking garage. He stopped moving her and then started to remove her blindfold, "Ta dah!" He smiled, removing it as he held his arms out wide, gesturing towards the brand new, shiny red Mini Cooper that sat in her usual parking space.
"Tony..." She said, in shock, "You did not just buy me a new car."
"Well yeah." He said, his smile fading just slightly, but he still kept it on his face, "Of course I did. I know that yours was blown up, and I just wanted to...make it up to you."
"You did not want me driving your precious Mustang, yes?"
He shrugged, "Maybe." He smiled, "You caught me....you're good David." he nodded, "Almost too good."
"In bed, yes?"
She just laughed as Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys, "They're all yours." He said, and she just smiled, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him into a tight, loving hug.
"Thank you, so much, Tony. You really did not have to do this for me."
"Hey..." He said, quietly, in her ear, "What's family for?"
A couple of hours later, around lunchtime, Ziva reappeared in Autopsy, "I am terribly sorry, Ducky. Apparently Tony got me a new car, he took me out for lunch, and it was just a big fiasco." She smiled, "But I would like to know what you were going to say....earlier. About the hopeful good news?"
"Ah, yes. It is no problem, my dear, but I do hope that you did not drink when you went out for lunch."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "Why?"
"Because, Ziva, according to the blood analysis that Abby faxed to me last night, you only tested positive for one thing."
"Which is...?" She prompted.
He smiled and walked towards her, placing one hand on each of her shoulders, shaking them slightly, "You're going to be a mother, Ziva." She just snapped her eyes to him, trying to seek any lies.
She found none.
She was quiet.
Extremely quiet for a couple of minutes and Ducky felt as if she may not have gotten the message clearly, "You're pregnant, Ziva."
She finally found her voice, after the room stopped spinning and her heart stopped thumping in her ears, "W-What?"
One Month Later...
"Yeah, we're on it." Gibbs said and hung up his cell phone, "Gear up!" He yelled. He stood up, coffee cup in his right hand, and walked around his desk, McGee quickly following him. He stopped suddenly, between Tony and Ziva's desks. McGee almost ran into him, and watched as he narrowed his eyes at Ziva . Tony watched as his boss stared at his girlfriend, fiance...whatever she was to him. He smiled as she stood, the ring sparkled on her left hand.
He had lost count on how many people had asked her 'when's the big day?'.
Tony raised an eyebrow when the boss finally passed her desk, and Ziva stared at him as well, before following Gibbs to the elevator, her NCIS backpack thrown over her shoulder.
Once at the crime scene, Gibbs assigned Ziva to pictures, McGee to sketch, and Tony to bag and tag. "Bet he wasn't expecting this to happen when he woke up this morning." Tony commented. Ziva looked up from her camera.
"I do not think any of the people that are murdered expect it, Tony." Tony didn't reply as he squatted down, picking up a piece of wire and holding it up.
"Yeah?" McGee said, not even looking from his sketch pad.
"What do you think this could be?" Tony asked, and McGee looked at it, narrowing his eyes.
"Don't know. Could be part of an electronic device?"
"Thanks, McSherlock." Tony put it in an evidence bag and continued to stare at the ground as he walked, "Here's another piece."
"Good morning, team!" Ducky said happily, followed by Jimmy Palmer.
"TOD?" Gibbs asked suddenly, and Jimmy and Ducky both looked at him, a shocked expression on their faces.
"Jethro, we just got here. A minute would be nice. I need to acquaint myself with this poor Marine."
"This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this body, Doctor."
"Yes, Mr. Palmer." Ducky looked both ways down the tight ally, abandoned buildings on both sides of them.
"He looks as if he was...blown up?" Jimmy said, studying the wounds.
"I think you might be right, Mr. Palmer." Ducky said, earning a smile from the assistant medical examiner.
"Probie, this has got to be more than just an electronic device."
"Tony, I don't know what to tell you, ok? Abby might be able to help you more."
"You're Mr. MIT, I thought you knew!" Ziva let out a sigh as she snapped more pictures. Gibbs stood above the body, Ducky, and Jimmy, his notepad in his hand, waiting on the doctor to give him a TOD. He then turned his attention to Ziva, who looked up at him. Tony and McGee could be heard arguing over by the truck.
"Time of death, Duck?" He asked again.
"Jethro, you have got to learn patience!" Ducky said. Gibbs smirked as he walked away, over to Ziva.
"Does he know?" Gibbs asked quietly, after making sure that Tony was out of earshot. She looked up at him and shook her head.
"No. Not yet, Gibbs."
"When do you plan on telling him, Ziva?" He asked. Ziva looked down at her camera and then back up at Gibbs, a sigh escaping her mouth.
"I want to..." She stopped. There was no point in lying to the boss, "I want to make sure that it is Tony's baby, and not..." she closed her eyes, "his." Gibbs nodded.
"He's got to know, Ziver." He said and Ziva nodded in agreement. "Pack up. Let's go." Ziva took the camera strap from around her neck and began to follow Gibbs. "TOD?" Gibbs asked again.
Ducky let out a sigh, exasperated, "Jethro, if I was forced..."
"You're being forced."
"0730h this morning. Does that make you happy?"
"Never better, Duck. Lets go."
"Get the gurney, Mr. Palmer." Ducky said and he nodded, walking to the truck. Gibbs stopped when they were about to pass one of the trash cans that were in the alley as he saw something red blinking behind it. He furrowed his eyebrows together and squatted down, examining it closer. His heart sank. It was a bomb.
"Ziva, go, run! Take cover! Get out of here! Run!" He quickly ran behind Ziva, followed by Ducky, who was running behind him. "Take cover!" He yelled again and Ducky jumped to the ground, covering the back of his head. Gibbs quickly tackled Ziva just as the bomb blew, holding her body tightly. "You okay?" He asked her immediately, and she nodded for a response. He put his hand on Ducky's shoulder and shook it, "You okay?"
"Fine, Jethro." Gibbs stood up and held a hand out for Ziva, helping her up. Footsteps could be heard running towards them, Anthony DiNozzo.
"Ziva!" He yelled and took her into a hug, holding her tightly.
"I am ok, Tony." She said, wrapping her arms around him as well. Tony finally let go of her and examined her face before kissing her.
"DiNozzo, where is McGee? And Palmer?"
"They're at the truck boss, they're ok." Tony said. He still had his arm around Ziva, their hips against each other, "What in the hell happened?"
"Those pieces you found were from a bomb, DiNozzo. Somebody wanted to make sure the job was done." He began to walk towards the trucks, before stopping and turning back to the medical examiner, "Take Ziva back to the Yard and make sure that she's..."
"That is not necessary, Gibbs. I am..."
"Not a debate, Officer David. DiNozzo, back in the squad room. We've got work to do." Ducky followed Gibbs down the alley, leaving Tony and Ziva alone. He put his large hands on her face, wiping off some dirt that was on it.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tony asked.
"Yes, Tony, I am fine." She said again. He leaned his forehead on hers before placing a soft kiss on her lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked down the alley, a silence fell between them. He gave her hip a light squeeze and she looked up at him.
"Ziva? Are you alright?" She looked up at him and nodded her head, for she was tired of answering that question, "You seem like you've got something on your mind."
She shook her head, "Just the bomb."
Tony walked into the apartment, immediately loosening his tie, for it was way to tight. "Sweetcheeks?" He called, and then studied the place. It was a mess; pizza box on the coffee table, along with a few beer bottles, the couch cushions thrown on the floor, and now, his tie was added. He let out a sigh, he needed to clean up. "Zi?" He called again, still no answer. He pulled off his coat and continued into the bedroom. "Hey, there you are." He smiled, walking over to the bed, placing a kiss on her lips. He squeezed her arm as she returned to her book.
"Do not ask me that question." She interrupted. Tony grinned and laid down next to her on the bed, propping his head up with one arm, and wrapping his other around her waist. He breathed in her wonderful scent and moaned.
"Gibbs was obviously concerned. Sent you home early."
"Good thing, too. He was in a bad ass mood after that, trying to find anything on the case."
"No. The bomb blew up our Marine, Roy Bennett, and...that's basically all we've got."
"If I would have been there, the case would have been solved, yes?"
He smiled, "Maybe, Zi." It was quiet again. He was dragging his fingertips up and down her arm, placing small kisses on her neck. She was wearing a tank top with shorts, and her hair was thrown up into a bun. She turned her head as he continued and kissed him, placing her hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. She moaned and he slipped a hand under her shirt, the kiss only growing more passionate and breath-taking by the second. She broke it, breathing hard. He looked down at her and smiled.
"I am hungry." She suddenly said, and Tony nodded.
"Me too." He gave her a short kiss again before getting off of the bed. She sat up, her legs dangling off the side. "You wanna go somewhere? I'm kind of burned out on pizza." Ziva stared at him, her expression obviously shocked, because he laughed, "Yeah I know, who knew?" She smiled and placed a hand on his face.
"I will get dressed." She said and disappeared into the bathroom. She leaned on the closed door. The things he was doing out there made her literally weak in the knees. She shook her head and looked into the mirror as she took down her hair, her long, brown locks falling down her back. She put on her favorite pair of jeans and a green shirt, one that she knew Tony loved. She returned from the bathroom and he was standing, staring at the wall with his hands in his pockets. She smiled as he turned and grinned.
"Hey, you moved it." He said pointing at the wall, but then became serious, "Now I can't look at you while I pee."
"Yes, well, I did not think that was an appropriate place for that piece of artwork." She smiled more, "But, if you would like, I could possibly hang those bikini pictures that you are so fond of over the toilet."
He laughed and walked over to her, "Do you want me to pee on the wall, Zi?" She laughed and hit him lightly in the chest.
"Do not be gross." She warned as she walked into the living room. He followed, now dressed in jeans as well.
"You ready?" He asked and she nodded, walking out of the front door.
"I am driving."
He groaned, "Ziiiiii...Come on." No reply came from her as she sat down in the drivers seat of her mini cooper. He let out a sigh and jumped in the passenger seat, immediately buckling his seat belt.
"Anything particular you want to eat, besides Italian, I would assume." He smiled.
"¿Que tal algún alimento mexicano, hermosa señora?"
"Eso suena delicioso."
As soon as she parked and walked around the car, his hand was in hers again, their fingers intertwined. They walked in and Tony immediately pointed to the board that was written in colorful chalk.
"Hey Zi! They have half price margaritas!" She only smiled at him as they were seated.
"May I take your drink orders, please?" Tony reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
"What kind margarita do you want, sweetie?"
"I would not care for one, thank you, Tony."
"Aw come on! They're delicious here. You gotta try one."
"No thank you." Ziva replied again.
"We'll split one." She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes serious as they stared into his green ones.
"I do not want any." She said, firmly, and then turned to the waiter, "I will have water please." Tony furrowed his eyebrows together and sat back in his chair, dropping her hand. He let his stare linger on her for a second longer before looking at the waiter.
"I'll have a beer." He said plainly. The waiter nodded and walked away. Tony leaned forward again, "Is something wrong?" He asked and she looked up at him again.
"No, why do you ask?"
"You've been avoiding alcoholic drinks for a month now. What gives?"
"I do not have a taste for them, Tony."
He raised and dropped one shoulder, "Okay." It was quiet again until the waiter returned and took their food orders. Ziva picked up her glass of water and took a sip, and almost spilled some as the lady at the next table squealed.
"Oh my goodness, I love your ring! It is gorgeous!" Ziva felt a rush of blood to her cheeks, and Tony was grinning like an idiot. She stood and walked over to Ziva, "May I see it?" Ziva only nodded and held her left hand out to her, and she examined it closely. She looked over at Tony, Ziva's hand still in hers, "It is absolutely beautiful. You did an excellent job picking it out." His smile only grew bigger, if it was possible.
"Thanks." He said.
"I hope you two have a wonderful life together." She said and her husband was over to collect her.
"Thank you." Ziva said softly as the couple returned to the table. Ziva sat back in her chair and examined the ring, "It is a very beautiful ring." She said quietly. Tony put down his fork and swallowed his mouthful of food.
"Yeah. Almost as beautiful as the woman who's wearing it." She looked down at her plate and then back up at him, "I love you, Zi."
They returned to the apartment and Tony picked out a movie for them to watch. Ziva made herself comfortable under his arm, now changed into one of his OSU t-shirts and the shorts she had on earlier. He still wore his jeans and white collard shirt, but it was untucked and two of his buttons were undone. As he watched the movie, he continued to drag his fingertips across her skin. She turned her attention from the movie and to her ring. She moved it, and the movements from the TV made it sparkle.
She smiled to herself, remembering what he said at the restaurant earlier. She had never had anyone love her as much as Tony did. And she liked that feeling. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
It was decided.
She looked up, causing him to look down. He smiled at her and leaned down for a kiss, and she returned it, both of them breaking at the same time. He pressed her lips against her forehead and turned his attention back to the movie. He laughed and got his Sean Connery voice ready, "He's the very best James Bond, dontcha think, Miss David, Ziva David?"
Ziva smiled, "Mrs. DiNozzo." He looked down at her, a famous DiNozzo grin stretched across his face, "That is..." She sat up and looked into his eyes, "if you still want me to be." He grabbed her face and pulled her lips to his.
"Nothing would make me happier." Ziva smiled as he kissed her again.
They were going to soon be man and wife.
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