Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything to do with it. Not even the DVD's yet :(

Hey everyone...here's a short, short oneshot I wrote a while back and forgot about until now. :) Oops.

And to those of you who read my story, You Don't Know, I PROMISE I'm still alive and well, and currently working on it.
I know I am the worst updater in the world, and I deeply apologize for it. To make up for it, I'm working on multiple chapters at a time for it, and I'll be posting those ASAP.

Here's a bit of fluff to pass the time, however...hope you enjoy! (No spoilers for this chapter...but this is ESTABLISHED Tiva, by the way.)

No beta, all mistakes are mine.

Thanks for reading! :)

Ahava

"Morning, Zee-Vah," Tony whispered into her ear from over her shoulder, sending chills up and down her spine.

She rolled over to face him, nuzzling up to his chest, fixing her head in the crook of his neck.

He smiled as she began planting gentle kisses down his jawline, and then spoke softly. "Happy birthday, Sweetheart."

The kisses suddenly stopped. "You know I hate it when you call me that," she replied threateningly.

"I know you hate surprises and gifts, but that didn't stop me from buying your birthday present. Because, deep down, I know you secretly love getting spoiled," Tony grinned, poking her pointedly in the chest.

She laughed, batting his hand away as he reached behind him, grabbing a small box wrapped in shiny gold and black paper from his nightstand.

"Happy birthday," he whispered again, slightly leaning down to touch his lips to hers.

She smiled into the kiss, and then reluctantly pulled away. She had recently come to find out that kissing Tony was her favorite thing to do in the world, and it always seemed like such an impossible task to stop doing so.

Tony couldn't help but chuckle at her hesitant glance at the box. "Go on, open it! You'll love it. I hope."

"Alright..." she dragged out, ripping the paper open slowly.

Her eyes grew wide with pleasant surprise as she pulled out a dainty gold bracelet, with a small gold charm attached to it-the Hebrew characters for love.

"Tony, it's beautiful!" She gasped.

He smiled, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. "I would've gotten you a necklace, but I know you like to wear that one," he replied, carefully picking up her Star of David charm with a finger. "If you want, I can exchange it for-"

"No!" She interrupted, pressing her lips against his again. "It's perfect."

He helped her put it on around her small wrist, and then threw his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I just figured it was a good way to tell you that I love you."

Ziva tilted her head up to look into his eyes, her heart pounding at his honest, whispered admittance. "It's a great way," she told him quietly.

"Good. I was worried for a second," he joked, kissing her one more time before she tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes.

"And Tony?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

From then on, he couldn't wipe the ridiculous grin off of his face, and neither of them even cared that it was already nine in the morning as they drifted back off to sleep in each other's arms.