Hey! Izzy and Penelope here, and we have decided to Co-Write a little one shot series. Thought it'd be fun, and since everyone loves some Tiva fluff...... :). We're going to use songs, quotes, observations, and other stuff for the prompts, and if you have one PM us. :D

I, Izzy, wrote the first chapter. It's an idea I've had for a long time. Penelope will post the next one. :)

Stop and Stare – One Republic

She stared at me intently, her eyes glaring at the phone in my hand. I glared back, and she sighed. She moved out the door, and I followed her.

"Ziva, wait up!" I yelled, and she kept walking. Possibly even faster.

"Ziva!" I yelled, jogging to catch up with her. I grabbed her arm and twirled her around. She stared intently at me, and I took a deep breath through my teeth.

"What Tony?" She asked, sounding hurt.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused. She pulled her arm, but I didn't let go.

"You know what's wrong." She spat back, trying desperately to pull her arm away. I held it tightly, but gentle enough to not hurt her.

"No, I don't think I do. What is wrong?" I asked again, and she stopped moving completely. She glared up at me, her eyes murderous.

"I think you do. You and your little door." She said, and I stared at her. I thought for a second, and then laughed.

"You mean whore? Ziva, I don't know what you are talking about!" I said, and she laughed.

"Oh, you don't? You mean you don't remember meeting up with a whore the other day?" She said.

"You're following me?"

"Tony!" Ziva yelled, and I let go of her arm instinctively. She moved away from me, but kept her eyes on me. I watched her, trying to figure out the best way to just say it.

"Ziva, I wasn't with a whore." I said, and she laughed.

"Oh, sorry. Slut." She said, and it was my turn to laugh.

"No, no nasty names. I wasn't cheating on you." I said to her, sitting down on a bench. She stood at the opposite end of the bench, her arms crossed. She didn't look at me, and I sighed.

"Ziva, I swear I wasn't." I said, moving over towards her. She didn't move, and I reached out to grab her hand. Her fingers didn't curl around mine, and I sighed.

"Zee-vah?" I said, drawing her name out. She still didn't look down at me. I pulled her down into my lap, making her look at me.

"Ziva, if I told you what I was doing, would you answer me?" I asked, and she huffed.

"Yes." She said softly. I smiled. I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out the little velvet box.

"I was buying you a ring." I said, and she looked at me. She looked shocked, and her eyes went to the box.

"Y-you?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, I was buying you a ring. That whore I was with was giving me it. I had it custom made because your fingers are too small." I said, and she laughed half-heartedly.

"Oh." She said, and I nodded. She looked anywhere but my eyes, and I opened the box.

"See, I was going to do this thing where I propose marriage to you, but since you-"

Her lips meeting mine cut me off, and I smiled.

"Are we better now?" I asked, and she nodded. She was blushing a little, and I realized that my plan to propose at her favorite restaurant was ruined. But, sitting on a bench in the sunlight with her in my lap seemed just right to me. I took the ring out of the box and grabbed her left hand. I slipped the ring onto her finger, and she smiled at me. She wiggled her fingers a little, and then looked at me.

"Sorry." She said, and I shook my head. I kissed her forehead, and pulled her close.

"It's okay."

"I probably ruined your plans." She said, and I looked down at her. The wind blew her hair a little, and I smiled.

"No." I said, pushing her hair back off her face and kissing her cheek. "This is perfect."

I've heard some talk about wanting a Tiva proposal. I thought, hey that song could work. :)

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