Jethro and Ziva lay together in bed; it was six in the morning and they were both worried because, Ziva had been threatened with deportation.
Jethro looked at her and kissed her lovingly, "Ziva, I love you"
She smiled, "I love you too"
Gibbs held her tightly, "I don't want to lose you, Will Marry me Ziva?"
Ziva grinned, and kissed him, "Of course I will, I don't want to leave, I love you so much, also I have something to tell you"
He looked at her worried, "What's wrong?"
She shook her head and cupped his cheek, "Nothing is wrong, I'm pregnant Jethro"
He grinned and kissed her, "That's great news"
She smiled, "It sure is"
He leant down and pressed a kiss to her stomach, they would get married in the morning, and she would become Mrs Ziva Gibbs and she wouldn't leave, not now or ever"
