Tony looked across the bullpen at his partner then back down at the bucket list that sat on his desk. He looked at one goal in particular.
19. Discuss Paris
He might as well, Gibbs and McGee had gone home for the night while he and Ziva were stuck doing reports.
"Ziva?" he asked, she nodded,implying she heard him. "Do you ever think of Paris?"
She stopped typing and looked up at him and tilted her head, trying to see where he was going with this.
"Probably more then I should." she admitted, he as surprised how she was being so honest.
"Me too" he told her chuckling. She got up and walked across the bullpen and went behind his desk, leaning on it and facing him, figuring this wasn't really something she wanted overheard.
"It actually meant something to me, you know." she said quietly, unsure of how he was going to respond.
He didn't say anything, he just took a pen from his desk and crossed off something on a piece of paper. She was still waiting for a response.
"It meant something to me too, a lot actually." He looked up at here, but she looked away. "You're blushing" he said standing up so her could be in front of her face.
"Am not!" she said.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire." he teased
"Tony, are you five?" she asked, laughing
"Give or take a few years." he answered making her laugh some more. He thought her laugh was one of the sexiest things he had ever heard.
She looked up at him smiling, realizing their faces were very close. She stood up and closed the space between them,kissing him. He responded quickly, wrapping his arms around her small waist.
When they finally pulled apart they were both smiling like crazy.
"Whats this?" she asked picking up Tony's bucket list
"My bucket list."he told her
"You did something else on it?" she asked seeing that 19 was now crossed off.
"Just did" he answered
"What was 19?"
"Discuss Paris, I wanted to make sure you knew it really meant something to me, because you really mean something to me" he explained
"I see." she said before kissing him again.
She read through the list, laughing at some of them. She was confused when she reached 26.
"Tell her?" she asked
"Oh yeah, that one's reminding me to tell you I love you before I die." he said smiling
"You love me?" she said, blushing like a teen would when hearing this news
"Yes, I love you." he told her.
"Good." she answered simply
"Good?" he asked, chuckling
"Yes, because I love you too." she said before kissing him for the third time that night.