"I do not want to keep pretending Tony."

"Neither do I, Ziva."

We stood there still, not knowing what to do next. I didn't want to keep pretending. I didn't want to pretend that I didn't have feelings for her. I never really admitted it to anyone. Not even Ziva. Until now. I am head over heels in love with her. The way she walks, the way she talks the way she cutely messes up her American idioms, the way she smells… how pretty she looks all the time…

"How long?" That question brought me out of my thoughts.

"A long time. I knew there were feelings there. They got more intense though. Paris. What about you?" I asked.

"A long time too. I also knew they were there but they got more intense when I saw you with Jeanne."

"What?" I was shocked. Was Ziva actually admitting something?

"I was jealous of her okay. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be in her place."

"And I was jealous of him, when you were with Michael. I wanted to be in his place"

"I have always loved you Tony. I have just never told you. Even with Michael. Of course I loved him a little, but I never felt like how I did when I was with you. You make me feel special."

"You are special Ziva. You're the most special girl in the world. You deserve to be happy."

She smiled. "I am happy. When I am with you, I feel happy."

"And when I'm with you I'm also happy. I've got feelings that I've never felt before. And when I'm with you I can never get rid of the feelings Ziva."

"Tony…can I ask you a question?" She looked a little nervous.


"Do you really love me?"

"Yes…that's what I was trying to tell you last week."

"That is good, because I love you too."

"Good. Because I have something for you."

"What…what is it?"

"I know we've only been dating for, like, two weeks, and I don't want to seem like I'm moving too fast, but this… this has shown me that we're meant to be. I want to be there for you, Ziva."

"What are you trying to say, Tony?" she asked. She looked a little apprehensive.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is…" I bent down on one knee and reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out a small box. I had kept it for a long time. I was going to give it to Jeanne but even then, it just didn't feel right. And when my feelings were more intense for Ziva, I knew it was destiny. I knew we were meant to be. "Ziva David, will you marry me?"