Summary: "It's their one-year anniversary as a couple."

Disclaimer: Has anyone ever been sued for claiming Hawaii as their own? (By the way, I don't own NCIS. Or Hawaii. Just in case.)

Spoilers: None for this chapter.

Hi, everyone! I've been pretty busy lately, but since I apparently can't go for long without publishing something, I decided go ahead and create this series of drabbles :D they are actually stories I wrote for Bree from Tumblr, and she kindly gave me permission to publish them. Each drabble is more or less standalone, although some tie in to my other fics. You don't need to have read those fics to understand these drabbles.

Bree, this series is for you.

Everyone else, please enjoy and review!

-Soph

Hawaii

It's their one-year anniversary as a couple, and although Ziva naturally hadn't wanted to do anything big, Tony managed to convince her to take a vacation with him (he still hasn't told her that he just really wanted to visit Hawaii).

They're holding hands and walking along the beach now, making footprints in the soft, wet sand; to their left, the setting sun paints the sky a fiery red. It's a sunset like no other, and Tony knows it because, whatever the outcome, he will remember this sunset forever.

They come to several large boulders; he sits down on one and pulls her down beside him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. It had taken her a very long time to accept being held like that in public by him. Now, though, she simply flows with the motion, tucking her head into the curve of his neck.

He presses a kiss into her hair. "Hey, Zi?"

"Yeah?" she asks softly, as if she doesn't want to break the majesty of the sunset.

"If I asked you to marry me, what would you say?"

She lifts her head and blinks dazedly at him. "Are you asking?"

He draws his right hand out of his Hawaiian shorts and opens his palm. On it sits the most beautiful ring. The tiny diamonds glimmer in the sunlight; it's simple and inconspicuous, just like how he knows she would want it.

"Yes," he answers, and his eyes never leave her face.

She looks at the ring once, and then into his eyes. "Yes," she tells him, and she's never sounded surer in her life. For some reason, her eyes are suddenly wet; she blinks rapidly before finally bursting into laughter and wiping furiously at her face. "Will you put the ring on before I start crying?"

He chuckles and hurriedly slips the ring onto her finger, and he barely has time to register the perfect fit before she's removed her hand from his grasp and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buries her head into his shoulder, and he knows that it's because she doesn't want anyone to see that she's crying.

Finally, he feels a soft kiss right on his clavicle. She turns her head slightly. "I love you, Tony."

"I love you too, Zi."