A/N: Listen, a few people did email me asking if I could write a bit more to this story and every NCIS story needs a real Tiva ending, so be warned, it will be a little fluffy. Also, an explanation of Ducky's knowledge of Tony and Ziva's relationship. While the ending isn't exactly that of a fairytale, it is how I believe an episode might end if Tony and Ziva were actually dating, which is the point of this story. Enjoy!

"Ducky, how did you know for sure? I mean, you were right, but how?" Tony knew Ducky was good, but he wasn't that good, was he?

"Well, Anthony, I apologise for spreading this gossip but I did not actually know for sure. Let us call it a hunch. When you've known Gibbs for as long as I have you get gut feelings just like his," Ducky replied.

"Since I still have my job, I'm not really angry at you."

"Good, I do not wish to fight with you, Anthony."

"But was it really obvious? What were the signs, just out of curiosity?"

"It felt, when I was around you two, as if a...weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You weren't confused or conflicted anymore. You were satisfied with your life and had what you wanted."

"Thanks, Ducky. That was a little more scientific than I expected but thanks anyway."

"When you suggested we go dancing this wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Tony whispered to Ziva. They were in her apartment, old, slow music playing through her stereo, dancing around the room. Fingers entwined, foreheads leaning against each other, Ziva's dark brown eyes sparkling in the low lighting and Tony's shining a bright—almost unnatural—green.

"But you are having fun, yes?" she replied.

"I could be," Tony slid his hand down her back just a little too far, which resulted in Ziva's knee in his groin, hard.

"Just because I'm your girlfriend doesn't mean you can touch my ass without permission."

Ziva stepped away from Tony and switched off the stereo.

"Come on, Ziva, I was only joking," Tony said.

"No, I am not angry at you, Tony. You are sweet, funny, romantic—"

"You forgot handsome."

"I was just about to say that."

"You're incredible, Ziva."

"You're just saying that because I complimented you."

"No, I mean it, really. You don't let anyone take advantage of you, you're tough, and you're strong, stronger than anyone I've ever met, emotionally and physically. You're so smart, witty, and beautiful. Being with you makes me a better person because you don't try to change me but you won't put up with my crap. You're determined, and dedicated, and you have always been there for me even when I was being an awful person to you. I have done and said some pretty bad things to you over the years and you're still here. You have no idea how much that means to me, and how much you mean to me."

"Tony, what is with the monologue? I am not going anywhere, you know that. And you have done some pretty bad things over the years but I don't dwell on those, because there are so many good things to think about instead. I have always tried to be there for you, not only because you are my partner but because you are the most important man in my life. Of course, before we had what we have now it was close between you and others but it has mostly been you. And it will always be you and I will always be here."

"I love you."

"You have said those words to a woman before, Tony. Do not joke with me."

"When I say those words I mean them, Ziva. I always mean them."

"I know, Tony. I was kidding. I love you too, always and forever."

Then, as if it was the end of some crappy romance chick flick, they kissed. A kiss that was soft but strong, an exchange of raw emotion. Never has there been a kiss like it in history and there never will be another like it in the future.