Alright, last chapter! It's a bit longer than the others, because of all the quotes. Be patient! It gets better at the end :D
"Tony, time to get up."
Ziva's voice broke into Tony's unconscious like a shard of glass, pulling away the remnants of his pleasant dream with it. He opened his eyes blearily to find the object of it standing in front of him, bedecked in an apron and holding a plate of food. She set down the plate and waited for him to wriggle into a sitting position before saying, "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know," Tony mumbled, his speech still slurred with sleep. "I just felt like staying."
"Oh." Ziva looked bemused at that.
"I'm sorry." Tony's brain was getting clearer and clearer by the second, and the inappropriateness of falling asleep with his work partner in his arms was dawning on him.
Ziva looked at him quietly for a while. "It is okay," she finally said.
"I can leave now if you want," Tony offered, even though he did not really want to.
"No." Ziva jerked her head at the plate on the coffee table. "I made you breakfast."
Tony looked at the plate. It had two pieces of toast with a dollop of homemade strawberry jam, a pile of baked beans, and a fried egg, sunny side up. "Wow, it's like room service," he said, sounding impressed.
Ziva made an indistinguishable noise with her throat and left the room. She came back without an apron and with her own plate of breakfast. They ate together in silence, Ziva having to occasionally slap away Tony's hand as he reached over to steal her baked beans.
Tony finished first and sat back to watch Ziva. "Okay, I can leave now," he said when she had put the last piece of egg into her mouth.
Ziva swallowed. "You have to do the dishes first."
Tony went to do the dishes. When he came back Ziva was stretched out across the carpet, staring up at the ceiling with her arms behind her head. He was surprised; this was a side of her that he had never seen before. She looked at him and said, "I was wondering about what we could do today."
Tony cleared his throat in response.
Ziva flipped over onto her stomach. "I want to test you on your knowledge of quotes," she announced, "Since you did so well last night."
"What, with Santayana? It's a pretty famous quote. Wasn't too hard to guess."
Ziva smiled. "I will start with something famous then. 'I have a dream today'."
"Alright. Martin Luther King, Jr. His 'I Have a Dream' speech in 1963."
"Very good. 'The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything'."
"You practically gave that one to me. Alfred Borden, The Prestige."
"I am only luring you into a false sense of security, Tony," Ziva replied sweetly. "'No man is free who works for a living'."
"The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Illya Kuryakin. Haven't you got anything harder?"
Ziva's lips curved into a smile. "'It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope; which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word'."
"You cheated! Those are song lyrics. The Call, by Regina Spektor. Nice song, by the way."
Ziva laughed. "I am surprised you know it. Okay. Here is a hard one. 'I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do'."
Tony paused and thought for a long time. "To Kill a Mockingbird…Harper Lee. Spoken by Atticus Finch."
Ziva sat up and looked intently at Tony. "I am impressed."
Tony grinned. "I have hidden talents you don't know about, Zee-vah."
"Okay. Last one. 'For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow'."
"Rosemonde Gerard." Tony could not resist adding, "Did you mean that?"
Suddenly the room fell silent, and Ziva looked miserable. Tony stared at her in astonishment.
"I was just joking." The words fell from his lips like a dropping pin breaking the silence.
"I know." Ziva did not look any less miserable.
Tony contemplated Ziva for a few more moments. Then he moved forwards and enveloped her in his arms, placing a kiss on her temple. "I still hope you mean it."
And just like that, Ziva's head was buried deep in his chest and she was hugging him for all she was worth. She did not say anything, but she did not need to for Tony to know what she meant, simply because he always knew her.
"I love you, Ziva," he whispered into her hair.
And her voice came out muffled, but the message was still loud and clear.
"I love you too."
Tada! I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks to everyone who read, put out alerts, favourited, and reviewed! You so totally kept me going. Of course, please review this chapter too!
And because I'm too used to doing reference lists in college, here's where I found the quotes:
George Santayana quote - NowPublic, 2007 (author: denseatoms)
Martin Luther King, Jr quote - Wikiquote, 2010
The Prestige and The Man from U.N.C.L.E quotes - IMDb, 2011
The Call song lyrics - metrolyrics, 2010
To Kill a Mockingbird and Rosemonde Gerard quotes - The Quote Garden, 2010
Remember, I don't own any of the quotes, lyrics, or websites!