"I will see you tomorrow McGee." Ziva David picked up her bag and coat. As she entered the elevator, Gibbs joined her.

"I hope Tony is here tomorrow." She sighed. "It is not the same without his stupid jokes and movies quote and throw up mind."

"Movie quotes, and sick mind. But I'm not sure I miss them. He'll be back tomorrow, it's just a cold."

"Oh. Okay. But it is still not the same. Shalom, Gibbs." She exited the elevator and the two went their separate ways. She unlocked her car and climbed in. She pulled out her cell phone.

"Shalom, honey. I am on my way home." She smiled, shut her phone and pulled out of the parking lot in her usual fashion.

Once at her apartment building, she parked her car in the garage and climbed up the steps. She unlocked the door, making sure that there was no one looking suspicious or familiar besides the neighbors. Satisfied, she entered.

"I am home!" she smiled, hearing the t.v. in the living room. She hung up her things and opened the safe that was hidden in the wall. She disarmed herself, save one gun and one knife. She locked it and put it back, then headed into the living room. Her husband laid on the couch, where he had most likely been all day, watching a movie.

"Are you feeling better?" She moved to the couch, sat down and pulled his head into her lap. "Your fever seems to be going."

"Yeah. A little. I'll bet I'll be back to work tomorrow." He half moaned.

"Good for you. I will go start dinner. How does spaghetti sound?" she offered.

"Great. Thanks, babe." he kissed her hand. She in turn planted a kiss on his forehead and gently stood up, and walked into the kitchen.

Ten minutes later Ziva was emptying the contents of the spaghetti box into a pot of boiling water. She heard footsteps behind her, and said "I can hear you."

"I wouldn't try to sneak up on you, Ziva. It's a bad idea." He said as he pinched her butt.

"Stop! You'll wreck our dinner."

"Sorry, sweetie." He backed off. She poured sauce into a saucepan, as he kissed her ear.

"Stop that! You'll make me spill."

"Stopping. But would it be so bad if you did spill?" He asked innocently.

"Yes. Now go away." He retreated a few steps. Then, as she was moving the pan to the back burner of the stove, he came forward and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"TONY! Stop it! I will be done in two minutes!"

"Okay. And that had better have been a Promise."

Prologue continued

Ziva and Tony had been married for almost a year, secretly. They had planned out a secret wedding, and followed through with it. They had rings, though they kept them in the 'secret safe' in the wall, along with the marriage certificate. Ziva still owned her apartment and they stayed there every so often. It wasn't easy, they had to check the caller I.D. Before answering the phone, in case it was Gibbs, and Ziva picked up at 'DiNozzo's' residence. Also, if Tony was going to have McGee over, they had to completely clean the apartment of Ziva's things. Ziva's had kept her last name for the time being, and when they went public, they would change her name to DiNozzo. For now, she just signed Ziva D.

Sometimes Tony would stay at Ziva's apartment, and the same precautions were kept. They guessed that Gibbs and maybe Jenny knew that something was up, but no clue what. McGee could probably care less. They knew that they had to tell people at some point, but they weren't sure when. They also knew that when they did tell people that the people would be mad.

Okay, there it is. I'm going by letters, so this will be 'A Chapter'. Sorry, I'm not currently writing PS. And B Chapter would have gone up at the same time, but I saved it and password protected it at 11:30 at night, and, well, I can't seem to remember the password. OOPS! McGee! I need you to hack this!

Dixie Lee