Perhaps Love Chpt 6

Ziva stares at Tim, surprised by the passion that she's unleashed with a simple kiss. Where was he hiding all that and how? Those green eyes should have shown something these past few years; how has he managed to not show her what actually was lying beneath the surface?

As she runs her hand over the back of his neck, he shivers and she realizes that the control he has is due mostly because of their audience. She whispers to him that she'd like to continue their talk in private and he blushes as he nods. Not knowing what he intends, she's slightly surprised when he stands up, still holding her securely in his arms as he asks Ducky if Jethro can stay the night.

Not waiting for a reply, Tim then carries her out to the car and places her inside before hurrying around to the driver's door. Once they get away from Ducky's house, Tim pulls over to the side of the road and turns to her.

"Not to sound like one of Tony's cheesy movies but your place or mine?"

"I like your place Tim; may we return there, please?"

Tim nods and soon they are back at the apartment complex. Ziva waits for Tim to close the door behind them before asking him about his feelings for her.

"You have always been my gentleman Tim. In ways that no man has ever shown me respect you always have. Why do you hide your love from me?"

Tim shuffles a bit and Ziva places a hand on his arm.

"You always are so honest with me except for the times that you hide your feelings. Please, I am just curious to know why."

Tim sighs and leads her to the couch where he sits her down and then sits beside her. he takes her hand in his and traces the fine lines in her palm and she shivers at the sensation.

"I have a confession to make…I knew who you were when you first walked into the bullpen. Not your name, not that you were with Mossad but I knew that you were the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I just couldn't figure out a way to tell you without …well, without it sounding like one of Tony's never ending movie lines or something."

"What happened prior to my arrival to make you so unsure of yourself?"

"Aside from Abby turning me down the minute I said I wanted to think about commitment?"

"Ah. You thought that due to my own background, we would not be compatible?"

"No, I thought that as beautiful and talented as you are, you'd never be able to settle for someone like me."

"A gentleman?"

"Hmm, more like a scholar or computer geek. You seemed attracted for all of five minutes and then you found out that I'm not the athlete that Tony and Gibbs are. Worse, I was the probie."

"Instead I had found my green eyed man and he was everything I thought he'd be. Only he never opened up to me. He seemed closed off to most women and I had to wonder who had hurt him and why. Who would want to hurt my gentle man?"

"So, you stayed away."

"I did not want to hurt you more and I wanted to find out if we could click. Admittedly I did not think that so many things would come between us or that it would take so long to finally be able to talk about this with you."

"And now?"

She shows him in the best way possible. Her hands clasp behind his head as she brings his lips down to hers. Two hours later, Ziva rouses herself long enough to look around the bedroom. Two sets of clothes are scattered from before the doorway all the way to the bed. The bedding has been pushed down to the end of the bed and Tim is lying there beside her looking blissfully content as he sleeps.

Ziva slips out of bed long enough to use the bathroom. When she returns, Tim's hand is running over the sheets looking for her. She climbs back in beside him and pulls up the covers. Snuggling against him, Ziva watches as he sleepily opens his eyes. He smiles when he sees that she's still there. That's the green-eyed man she fell in love with so many years ago.

Not a computer geek, not a scientist but a gentleman who really is a gentle, compassionate complex man. The depths of this man, this passionate man are now something that she can explore.

For his part Tim is sleepily content. His fondest dream has come true; his soulmate is lying beside him, the trust in her eyes and love in her embrace proving to him that sometimes love truly is worth the wait.

Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside

Or thunder when it rains

If I should live forever

And all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you

A/N: The End of this particular song fic...thank you all for your patience. Again the song is Perhaps Love by the late John Denver. Full song lyrics are listed below:

Perhaps Love Words/lyrics by the late John Denver

Perhaps love is like a resting place

A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm

And in those times of trouble

When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window

Perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer

It wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself

And don't know what to do

The memory of love will see you through

Oh love for some is like a cloud

To some as strong as steel

For some a way of living

For some a way to feel

And some say love is holding on

And some say letting go

And some say love is everything

And some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside

Or thunder when it rains

If I should live forever

And all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you

And some say love is holding on

And some say letting go

And some say love is everything

And some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean

Full of conflict full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside

Or thunder when it rains

If I should live forever

And all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you