Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.
After resigning from NCIS, Tony did travel to Israel and Paris with his newfound daughter, but swiftly realised that travelling with a two year old was very different to travelling solo, and so it was after just a few months that he returned to the US and settled down.
Discovering his daughter was a delight, and he took great pleasure in carrying on the DiNozzo tradition of bonding through films. He also signed up Tali for ballet lessons as a way to honour Ziva. (And let's be honest here, as the only father present, all the mums loved him.)
He'd been a single dad 18 months when there was a knock on the door. The visitor is revealed as McGee and Tony's cheery insulting greeting died on his lips at his expression.
"It's Ziva."
Tony stepped off the still familiar elevator at NCIS headquarters with a three year old sound asleep on his shoulder.
And there she was.
Frozen in place, he looked across the bullpen. He saw the cast on her leg. He saw the crutches she leaned heavily upon. He saw the exhaustion lining her body. And yet he still couldn't believe it was her.
Until she turned and their eyes met.
Words died on his lips as he swiftly crossed the distance between them, threw out his free arm, pulled her to him and proceeded to kiss her soundly. The crutches cluttered to the floor uselessly as she desperately clung to him.
They parted for air and yet he couldn't keep his hand from her, brushing her hair back from her face, careful of the bruises, clasping her cheek.
"You're here."
"I'm here." Tears pooled in Ziva's eyes as she leaned into his palm. "And I'm not going anywhere."
She tore her eyes away from his long enough to look at the sleeping child in his arms. Tali. Their daughter.
"She's gotten so big," she said softly. Unconsciously leaning into him as she sought to see more of their little girl, she gasped when pain shot through her leg.
"Ziva?"
The team that had been silently watching the emotional reunion suddenly jumped into action to bring forth a chair the injured woman could sit down on.
And it was then that Tali DiNozzo woke up. "Daddy?" she asked sleepily, looking around owlishly at the office. She smiled drowsily at the familiar people before rubbing sleep from her eyes. Turning in her father's arms, she saw the woman seated in the chair and looking up at her.
"Ima!"
With a shot, she ecstatically launched herself at her mother, causing Tony to momentarily lose his balance. Dropping her down into Ziva's waiting arms, he knelt beside them, bracing on arm on the chair and the other on their daughter's back. He couldn't stop the tear that slid down his cheek at her next words.
"I knew you'd come back."
There were words that needed to be said, and so many conversations they would need to have, but all that mattered at this exact point in time was that they were all here. Together.
"Let's go home."
Against all odds, Ziva and Tony settled into a life of normality. Married not long after they were reunited, they opened up a Private Detective agency and set about raising their growing family.
Together.