They'd been dating for seven months now, after he told her that he loved her after they apologized to each other for all that had gone down that past summer. She said she'd already figured that out. And kissed him. After four months, he moved in with her. They were quite close and very comfortable around each other. She'd told him the things Saleem did, of her childhood and career in Mossad, and he'd told her of his childhood and secrets in turn.
Tony and Ziva arrived at their apartment, hungry and exhausted after one particularly long and nasty case. A Marine had been killed outside of a bar, but the killer's fingerprints weren't in any database. Yet they'd found him nonetheless. Now, it was 11:30 pm and the couple just wanted to sleep.
"Tony?" Ziva murmured, sounding so sleepy that Tony just had to smile.
"Yeah, Zi?" he asked.
"Can we skip dinner tonight?"
"Please." He answered. He sounding just as tired, but neither really noticed. They both went straight to the bedroom, changed in their pajamas, and Tony crawled under the warm, soft covers while Ziva went to the bathroom. Then, she returned and joined him in the bed. Sliding towards one another, their bodies met in the middle, and they snuggled up against one another, shifting a bit to find a mutually comfortable position. Ziva was tucked under Tony's chin, and he had his arms wrapped around her, with their legs twined together. Tony was just about to drift off when he heard Ziva say something. It was so quiet, he could barely make it out.
"Tony… I love you."
He smiled, and tenderly rubbed small circles on her back. "I love you too."
Then both agents drifted into sleep, enjoying the other's rich body heat and the soft quiet of the night. In the beginning of their relationship, Ziva had nightmares and Tony had to comfort her in the dead of night. She shook and whimpered until he got her to calm down. They'd both go back to sleep, but soon, Ziva would wake with another terrifying dream. She said Tony's presence helped, though. Tony had wondered what it was like if he wasn't there. How could it get worse? Fortunately, it never did, and it just got better. Now she rarely woke up with a bad dream anymore. They slept peacefully and soundly the entire night. The two of them, together, in love.