A/N: So, here is it. The last chapter of My Manic & I. I would like to thank everyone for following this story, and giving it so much love. Like, really. It's my most alerted story ever. About 190 people have this alerted, I believe. So, yeah, just thanks guys.

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That said, I hope you like this chapter. It's short, kind of boring, but I think the ending will make you guys happy... maybe. I've been typing this all day, and I hope it lives up to what you guys wanted. I'm anxious/nervous like that. :/

Okay, so without further to do... here is the last chapter.

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Bright light pushed at Ziva's eyelids, causing her to turn over to get away from it. Her hand encountered an incredibly soft pillow, and her eyes shot open. It took her a second to remember where she was, and then she relaxed. She was in her own bed, in her own apartment, wearing her own clothes and sleeping on her own schedule. She had just gotten home last night, after filing discharge papers and promising the doctors that someone was staying with her.

She rolled over onto her back, wincing as her stitches moved with her. She had to keep them in for a couple weeks, and she'd already scheduled a follow up doctor's appointment to get an exact date. Abby had threatened some sort of chemical harm if her stitches pulled early, and though Ziva knew she was somewhat kidding, the threat was taken seriously. To make sure Ziva didn't over exert herself, Tony had assured Abby he was staying with the injured woman.

Ziva slid out of bed, wrapping a blanket around herself to keep warm. She padded down the hall, bypassing the living room and making her way into the kitchen. She quietly prepared a bowl of cereal, and paused when she realized she couldn't reach the box without stretching her side. She grabbed a chair and was climbing up onto it when two hands grabbed her waist.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Ziva crossed her arms as she was placed on the floor, and turned slowly to glare at Tony.

"I was going to get some cereal."

Tony smirked down at her, before reaching up and grabbing the box. Ziva roughly took the box from him, moving over to the table to sit and eat. Tony sat down across from her, eating the last of his toast he'd made earlier.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he stood up. Ziva watched as he grabbed down her prescription bottle and grabbed her two painkillers. He then poured her a glass of water, and set both things next to her bowl.

"Fine, thank you." She said as she swallowed the pills before eating again.

When she finished, she quietly put her dishes in the sink. She sighed as she looked around the kitchen, realizing she would be stuck in the apartment for a while. She turned around to see that Tony had disappeared. She walked into the living room and found him sitting on the couch, flipping through channels. As she sat down next to him, he pulled his feet off her coffee table and put his arm up on the back of the couch.

"Gibbs gave you the day off?"

Tony snorted, his arm moving off the couch to Ziva's shoulders. He pulled her a little bit closer, before shifting his feet.

"Let's just say I have one too many vacation days."

"Ahh." Ziva said, reaching up and taking the remote off Tony's chest. She was changing the channel when something on the table caught her eye. She carefully grabbed the bag with her toes, tossing it onto her chest. Tony laughed.

"Why are these here?" She asked, taking the rings out of the bag. Tony shrugged.

"The nurse took yours off at the hospital, and I had mine, so I put them in a bag to take back to NCIS."

Ziva nodded, taking her ring out of the bag. She looked at it a moment, noticing there was a spot of blood on it. Tony must have known where she was looking.

"Abby told me to leave it there. She'll clean them up when I get them back."

Ziva nodded, playing with the ring between her fingers. She slipped it back into the bag, and gently placed the bag back on the table. She absentmindedly settled back against Tony, handing him back the remote. She had a feeling she would be falling asleep soon.

Tony shifted just a tad so Ziva could stretch out more, and then he cleared his throat.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" He said quietly, and Ziva shook her head. She could feel the effects of the painkillers starting to kick in, and her head became a tad bit heavier.

"No, I am comfortable right here." She answered, shutting her eyes. She didn't like the fact that the pain killers made her drowsy, but it was better than feeling the pain in her body. She moved slightly so her stitches weren't pressing into the couch.

"I love you, Ziva."