a/n: Here it is… the last chapter.

I feel like I should give credit to all the songs that I used as titles throughout the trilogy. Feel free to skip over this if you don't care:

Happiness, The Fray; From Where You Are, Lifehouse; Fall Away, The Fray; 3 AM, Matchbox 20; A Murder of One, Counting Crows; A Bad Dream, Keane
One Thing, Finger Eleven; Sunny Days, Joshua Radin; Last Request, Paolo Nutini; Breakdown, Jack Johnson; Gravity, John Mayer; Breathing, Lifehouse
Rise, Eddie Vedder; Look After You, The Fray; Waiting, Green Day; All In All, Lifehouse; No Other Way, Jack Johnson; Sideways, Citizen Cope

So… yeah…

Enjoy:

Tony's POV:

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I like waking up with Ziva in my arms.

That's a lie. I love waking up with Ziva in my arms.

Her head buried in the crook of my neck, our legs intertwined under only the sheet we have covering us… It's incredible.

I can hear her snore quietly and I smile, twirling a bit of her hair with my fingers.

I don't actually know why I'm awake. It's early. Light is just starting to make its way through the window, giving the room a dull orange glow.

Ziva looks really pretty in this lighting. Well, Ziva looks really pretty in any lighting. But she looks especially beautiful right now.

Maybe it's not that she looks any different, but it's that she's next to me. Naked. After an unbelievable night.

I'm hit with the sudden urge to kiss her, and I realize, with a grin, that I can. Anytime I want.

We don't have to tip toe around the issue anymore. I want it. She wants it. Gibbs okayed it.

And it's about damn time.

It's odd to think that, what, three months ago? She left NCIS because she didn't trust me. She held a loaded gun to my chest. She didn't even want to see me.

Not anymore.

I smile, and move my other hand to her lower back, tracing the scar.

I still feel a little sick when I think of it. I don't like the sight of Ziva being hurt. It's just unnatural.

But the scar is healed. She is healed. We are healed.

And it feels good.

I allow my eyes to close as I feel the exhaustion set in. I don't really know how late we were up last night, but I know it was late enough for me to not be awake at this hour.

I hear her mumble something incoherent against my neck and my smile widens as I pull her a little closer before letting sleep overtake me.

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Her hands are running gently across my chest and her lips are placing small kisses along my jaw.

Not a bad way to wake up.

"Morning, sweet cheeks." I say, and she stops her ministrations.

"Good morning, my little hairy butt."

I smile before leaning in to kiss her.

"You have morning breath." She states, pulling back.

"I don't think I can be blamed for that."

She laughs before kissing me again. "Luckily for you, I do not mind."

"What time is it?"

"Nearly eight." She replies, removing herself from my grasp.

I frown.

"Where are you going?"

"Shower. We smell like sex."

"Some might say that's a good thing." She sends me a look before hopping out of bed. I'm a little disappointed at the lack of a body next to me but watching her walk away certainly makes up for it. "Want company? The shower can be awfully lonely…"

She turns around, which I certainly don't mind, before speaking. "That would not take care of the problem at foot."

"At hand. And it's a Saturday. We've got all day to get clean. Or dirty."

"That was a bad one."

"Felt good. So what do you say?"

She looks contemplative before turning back around and walking into the bathroom. "Are you coming?" I hear her ask before the shower starts running.

Is that even a question?

Hell yes I am.

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It took us forty minutes, but we finally got cleaned off.

Best shower I've ever had.

"Hey, I think I'm going to head back to my place to get some fresh clothes." She nods, brushing her hair as I dress in yesterdays outfit. "But, we should definitely do this again some time."

I say it with a smile that she returns. "The rule in America is two days, right? For you to call?"

"That's what I always do."

"Then should I expect a call on Monday."

"Actually, I was thinking more like ten minutes. Or however long it takes me to get changed. How does lunch sound?"

"It sounds like a plan."

I finish buckling my belt before walking towards her.

"I'll see you soon then?"

"Very." She replies before I cover her lips with my own.

"Goodbye, my ninja."

"Walk safely."

I'm smiling as I walk through Ziva's apartment, and I'm smiling as I walk out of it.

Life's good. It's like things are back to normal. Only better.

Yeah, it took us a while to get here, but you know what? I don't give a crap. We're here now. I'm dating Ziva. Ziva and I are dating.

Dating.

And who knows what that will lead to.

I do.

The image of Ziva in a white dress fills my head as I step in the elevator. And it doesn't scare me.

I know we've only been on one date, but it feels like a hell of a lot more. So is it that wrong that I'm already thinking of a wedding?

Okay, it's probably a little weird. But I'm okay with it.

Though I really shouldn't look too far in the future anyway. Yeah, it's inevitable, and one day I'll have to think about it, but right now I should just enjoy life.

Because it's going pretty damn well.

Maybe one day I will get to see Ziva in a wedding dress, walking towards me. Maybe one day I'll get to hold a little DiNozzo, or David. Maybe one day I'll be even happier then I am right now.

Maybe.

But at the same time, maybe that won't happen. Maybe one of us will get transferred. Maybe one of us will get shot. We work a dangerous job, and casualties are bound to occur.

But you know what? Screw it. I'm not going to think about it.

The future is something that I can't predict, but as of now, it's looking a whole lot brighter.

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I would just like to thank everyone who ever reviewed this story. Each one meant so much, and definitely inspired me to get my updates up faster.

I know this was a short chapter, but there wasn't much left to be said. I really hope you enjoyed it!

Also, if anyone has any ideas of something I could do for another fic, I'm all ears. I don't want to have nothing to write… It feels weird.

So I am the master of stalling, but I do believe it is time for me to close this trilogy.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope this helped your post-Aliyah depression - it certainly helped mine.

Now if only this would happen in the show...

-Fin-