Okay . . . I know . . . I know . . . . It's been FOREVER since I've updated anything and now I'm posting a new story . . . Well, I wrote this in the car on vacation a few weeks ago and I decided to post it. So . . . tell me what you think. I will try to update my other stories very soon . . . I have a break coming up so maybe then . . . other than that . . . I have NO time! Okay . . . enjoy!

December 24th: Christmas Eve

The team had been working a case all week and the day they actually get a lead . . . it's Christmas. McGee has gone home about an hour or two ago (with Abby) and Tony, Gibbs, and Ziva had just got a confession out of the dirt bag.

"Finally," sighed a very tired, exhausted, and hungry DiNozzo as he and Ziva entered the dark and empty bullpen. As they sat down at their desks and began the heap of post case paperwork, Gibbs gruff voice announced, "Go home. It's late. You can do that on Monday," then he retrieved his coat from his desk and made his way upstairs. Tony and Ziva exchanged glances as they gathered their things.

"What do you think Gibbs and the Director are up to, Zee-vah?" She shot him a questioning look, "You do not know, Tony? Of all the people who could have figured it out, I had expected you to be the first. They are together, Tony." Tony chuckled as the elevator arrived on the ground floor. "Gibbs, the Director. Well, night. Merry Christmas, Ziva."

She turned around. "I do not celebrate Christmas, Tony." There they stood, in the middle of the parking garage, inches apart, itching to let the other know what they felt on the inside. Yet, they both knew it was for the best to keep their feelings to themselves. After a long moment of unbroken eye contact, Ziva broke away. "Well, merry Christmas to you Tony. Have a good night."

As he watched her walk to her car, he felt like he was forgetting something. He shrugged it off and got into his own car and started for his apartment.

"Home sweet home." DiNozzo sighed as he entered his apartment and kicked off his shoes. They had been working almost nonstop all week and he was happy to be home. After grabbing a beer from the fridge and digging the remote out from under the couch, Tony finally sat down to enjoy the 24 hour Magnum holiday marathon. As he surveyed his living room, his eyes came upon his tree . . . And the lone present under it. He got up and padded over to it. The little box was wrapped in red and silver paper with a candy cane gift tag. It was very similar to the one that he had wrapped earlier in the week for . . . Ziva. Tony jumped up, grabbed his keys and the present, slipped on his shoes and ran out the door.

Ziva stepped out of her once red Mini Cooper and began to dig her keys out of her purse as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She finally reached the last flight of stairs when she heard someone yelling her name. Confused, she turned around to see a jacket-less Tony bounding up the stairs to where she was.

"Tony, wh . . . what are you doing here?" Panting, Tony said, "Got home . . . Realized I forgot to give you this," he gestured to the box in his hands," Got in my car . . . and here I am. Merry Christmas, Ziva," Tony said as he handed the gift to her.

"I though we said no presents." He smirked a little as he shivered. "Well, I saw this and I thought you would like to have it. Go ahead and open it." She gave him a questioning look and then neatly removed the wrapping paper, revealing a small black velvet jewelry box. She opened it and gasped. Inside was a diamond encrusted Star of David necklace. Ziva looked at Tony and then the necklace. "Tony, I . . . I can't. It's too much." Tony shot her the classic DiNozzo grin. Now, even more confused, Ziva asked," Tony, do I have something on my face?" "No, no, Ziva. You look beautiful. It's well, you used a contraction." Ziva let out a little smile. "Tony could you help me," she said gesturing to her necklace. "Anything for you, Sweetcheeks." Tony took the necklace and fastened it around her neck. As she admired the gift, Tony looked up. "Ziva," She turned around to face him. "What are you looking at, Tony?" "Look." As she followed his gaze, her eyes found what was hanging directly above them: mistletoe.

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One question: To be continued? Y/N?