Chapter One-Love

Ziva looked over the contents of the manila folder the director had just given each of them. The operation was an undercover assignment for her and Tony. This time, instead of playing serial killers, they were mostly doing observation of an arm's dealer. They were supposedly very wealthy; Tony was going to be an intelligent investor and Ziva was a renowned computer engineer who worked out of the comforts of her own mansion. Their next door neighbor was Joshua Tormetski, AKA the Fox. Cheesy arms dealer code names.

The assignment wasn't a very huge deal, they just needed to observe his daily activities. Then, when they got a hold of his pattern, someone would go undercover. That someone remained undecided.

"Ready to become Mrs. Peterson?" Tony asked her.

"I suppose so, Elliot. You are so not an Elliot to me."
"You definitely don't look like a Candace either. Oh well. At least now we're married," he said with a suggestive grin.

"Speaking of, we have to meet Abby in her lab, um, well, ten minutes ago."

They both jumped up from their desks and dashed past an entering McGee and into the elevator.

Abby sat in her lab, staring at her computer screen. She sighed, glancing at the clock again. Ten minutes ago Ziva and Tony were supposed to meet her. She grabbed her phone and called McGee.

"Special Agent McGee," he answered.

"Are Tony and Ziva there yet?" she asked defeatedly.

"They just left. They should be there about..."

"Now!" she cut him off and hung up the phone. "Don't you ever make me think you stood me up again!" she yelled at them.

"Sorry, Abby. What do you need?" Ziva apologized.

"Here," she handed them each a wedding band, along with an engagement ring for Ziva. "Put those on. No, Tony, your left hand!"

They did as she said, then Ziva said, "This feels kind of weird."

Tony agreed, which launched them into a conversation until Abby yelled at them to hush. "Now listen up. Ziva, these are for you." She handed her a pair of glasses with a camera installed in them. "It's a very advanced camera. All your footage will be beamed back to me, which I can digitally enhance. Your cell phones," she handed them a Blackberry each.

"Blackberries? Isn't that a little out of the budget?" Tony asked, holding his very carefully.

"Our budget, yes. Apparently not the CIA's. Now, any questions? I programmed my number, Gibbs', McGee's, and Jenny's in your phones, first full name only. As well as your's."

"Thanks Abs. I think we're good," Tony said, still practically cradling his Blackberry, and grabbed Ziva's hand. She agreed with him, and off they went.

They were so cute together.

Ziva and Tony were instructed to pack their things tonight, bring them to NCIS tomorrow where a moving truck would take it to their mansion, where they would arrive tomorrow morning. They were instructed to bring necessities in a carry on to bring with them the day they actually arrived. Tony could not wait to live in a mansion.

"Eh, I have been undercover in mansions much more luxurious than this," was Ziva's response.

"Huh," was all he could say, throwing more jeans into a suitcase.

"Tony, we are aristocrats. Can you at least pretend to dress like one?"

"It's not like we'll be doing much. Jeans are comfy."

She sighed in defeat, continuing to pack her own suitcase.

After the packing was done, Tony and Ziva were on his couch watching a movie, as usual. This one was very different from Tony's normal choice in movies; West Side Story.

"Why did you pick this movie?" Ziva asked about halfway through when she realized it was a romantic type of musical.

"I like it," was his simple response, his eyes glued to the screen. Ziva sighed, picked up the remote and paused the movie.

"Tony, what are we doing?"

"Trying to watch West Side Story. Why...?"

"Not actually doing. I mean, in our relationship."

'Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to know. We don't really do much."

"What are you talking about? Have you been completely absent for the past month or so?"

"I'm not exactly sure what I mean. I just need to know where we stand."

Ziva averted her gaze, not wanting to see Tony's face at that point. Tony, however, felt the complete opposite. He grabbed her face gently and pulled it towards his. "All you have to know, Ziva, is that I love you," he whispered. "Nothing else matters but that."

She practically melted when his arms encircled her and his lips crashed against hers.