If Gibbs were alive, he would kill them.
Then again, if Gibbs were alive, Tony and Ziva wouldn't be in a small town in North Dakota, were they lived when not out on assignment for the Covert Intelligence Unit (CIU), a highly classified group within NCIS. It was were Vance had scattered the demoralized team after Gibbs death during his capture by terrorists.
After four years apart, working undercover almost continuously, DiNozzo had seen McGee only a few times. Ziva he hadn't seen at all.
Then Italy happened. The first time he had seen Ziva in years, and the first time they worked together since they split up. The mission was a success. But Tony killed a man in cold blood to maintain their cover.
After the mission, Tony had slipped into an alcoholic downspin, barely leaving his crappy apartment. He drank weeks away, trying to face his emotions alone in the numbing effects of the alcohol.
Then she came. She found him. She took the damn bathroom door out. She helped him through the hangover and the craving and sickness and hopelessness that possessed him. She made him exercise, talk, eat, be healthy. Were it not for her, Tony would not be here now.
That was eight months ago. Now they were at a frozen over pond, which had earlier been driven over by a Zamboni.
"I do not know how you convinced my to do this," Ziva said as she laced up her ice skate, "We could be inside, doing... warmer activities."
"True," Tony admitted, running a hand through his hair. It was still thick, but yesterday he found a gray hair, "But come on, ice skating is fun."
"I shall take your word for it," she grumbled as she hesitantly stepped onto the ice.
"Good," Tony gripped her arm to help her balance, "Now just gently push off."
She did, and not so gently. She slipped and would have fallen face first into the ice if Tony had not grabbed her, "Like I said: gently. Try again?"
She nodded pushing off correctly this time. They did a few laps, Ziva wobbling and uncertain and Tony slowly and steadily. Ziva said, "How did you learn to skate like that?"
"I did ice hockey on the side during college," Tony said, "Don't have anything like this in the desert, to they?"
"No," she fumbled but recovered, "We did soccer pretty much year round. Whoa!"
Tony caught her before she could fall, holding her in a tight embrace, stopping them in almost the middle of the ice. Tony chuckled, "Don't worry Sweet Cheeks, I won't let you fall."
"I can stand now, Tony," Ziva reminded him with a smile, as he continued to hold her.
"How about now?" he pulled out a small box, made of black velvet, revealing a modest gold ring with a diamond on it.
Ziva's knee gave out, and she was glad Tony held her.
"Will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your husband, to love and eternally annoy with movie quotes?"
She still looked at the ring. Grinning like crazy, she looked up at him, "Would you do me the honor of allowing me to be your wife, to love and threaten death with a paperclip?"
A grin spread across Tony's face, and he kissed his now-fiancée.