**Yay, a Tiva fic! I know, I really need to do a McAbby fic. I am trying to get these creative carrot juices flowing so the plot bunnies come running! This WILL in fact be a two shot. I just couldn't fit all of my writing into one chapter :)

Disclaimer: I would be happy playing a character on NCIS if I couldn't own it... So no, I don't own NCIS.

Warning: Do not read if you don't like NCIS, Tony or Ziva, fluff, me, my writing, etc. The quote on Ziva's necklace came out of no where. I don't think it has an owner since I just randomly wrote that. So I guess the owner is me..?

On to the story! :D

Peace, love, and writing,

SKW**

Tony DiNozzo was laying on the couch with his girlfriend Ziva David. He had his head propped up on a pillow and his arms were holding her small form. She was snuggled against him, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep. He smiled and toyed with a strand of her wild, curly hair. He was a very, very lucky man. He had been lost, searching for the right road. He had had his heart broken, and he had broken many hearts. He stopped searching for a home when he found NCIS. He made amazing, true friends and then she came along. When he first met her, her hair was kept out of her face with a bandana, but was flared up in the back in an explosion of curls. Her dark eyes had sparkled and snapped with mischief and flirtation. Her olive skin was glowing and her smile was like a bomb, tantilizingly dangerous. He knew, at that moment, that she was the one. Of course, there was rule number 12 and all of that. But he was afraid. He knew that if they got together, it would be something permanent. And he never wanted to mess it up. But it all went downhill a year ago on her birthday.

Flashback:

Walking into NCIS with a his big, infamous DiNozzo grin, he glanced over to his partners desk. She was cleaning another of her knives in her ever-lasting knife collection.

"Hello Zee-vah", he said cheerily, drawing out her name like he always did.

"Hello Tony", she replied, a mischiveious glint in her eyes.

She calmly and slowly cleaned her knife, glancing up at him every now and then.

"I suppose happy birthday is appropriate for this occasion", he said lowly. "So, happy birthday."

He set a small box on her desk and went over to his. He leaned back in his chair, wide grin still on his face as he waited for her reaction. She looked at the package then picked it up gingerly, shaking it a bit before smiling.

"Should I open it now or save it for my party tonight?", she asked.

"Depends", he said misheviously. "Can you resist the urge?"

She smirked.

"My mother always said the good things came in small boxes", she said, her eyebrows raising.

McGee watched with slight interest. It was always interesting to watch when they flirted. It started with subtle hints of it then they would get in each others faces. He was surprised that they actually weren't already together.

He sighed with frustration. They were so stupid and naĆ­ve sometimes.

Tony didn't hear Ziva talk about her mother very much so he was surprised, to say the least. He thought a moment before speaking.

"Your mother sounds like a wise woman", he said, joking attitude replaced by a serious one.

They shared a secret look, a look between partners that only they could understand.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Sometimes they didn't have to talk. They spoke with their eyes.

Continuing his ridiculousness, he grinned his cocky DiNozzo grin and leaned forward on his desk.

"So Zee-vah, what should I bring to your birthday bash?", he asked.

"I believe I've got it wrapped", said Ziva. "I've got Abby on decorations, McGee on appetizers, Gibbs on the barbeque, Ducky on drinks and myself on supervising. But, I suppose I could ask you to pick up the cake. Although that could potentially be dangerous.."

"Covered, Ziva", he said, chuckling. At her puzzled look, he explained further. "It's covered, not wrapped."

Ziva nodded slightly, telling him she registered what he said.

"I'll pick up the cake and deliver it safely and I'll personally make sure this is the best birthday you have ever had", he said.

"I will pick you up on that offer", said Ziva , smiling.

"Take you up, Ziva, it's take you up", he said quietly, watching as Gibbs strode into the bullpen, coffee in hand and icy gaze taking in every inch of his surroundings.

"Will you stop makin' party plans and grab your gear?", barked Gibbs, slapping the back of Tony's head.

"On your six, boss!"

Another case solved and more paperwork to do. A Marine had been kidnapped and the kidnapper had threatened to murder him if they didn't give him a million dollars. Unfortunately for NCIS, they had no leads on how were to find him and the kidnapper was drug-filled and completely out of his mind. It didn't help that the sister kept flirting with Tony although he didn't flirt back. She didn't stop until Ziva threatened to kill her with a spoon if she kept flirting with her boyfriend. In the end, the kidnapper was the girlfriends brother and the Marine was safely returned without so much as a scratch.

Thankfully, they all got off early and still had enough time to do a huge birthday party for Ziva. Tony kept half his promise and delivered the cake safely. Ziva's apartment looked nothing short of amazing. Streamers were hung in colorful loops and tangles and rainbow-confetti sprinkled the floor. Tony grinned widely as he stepped between people and made his way to the kitchen.

"Abbs, you outdid yourself on the decorations", he said as soon as he caught sight of the bubbly, friendly Goth.

"Thanks Tony!", she squealed, launching herself into his arms.

Thank goodness he set the cake down, otherwise she would have crushed it or he would have dropped it. Ziva would have killed him.

It was a regular occurence, Abby's hugs were. For a Goth, she certainly was very hug-y and loving. She even made black look nice. As usual, she wore blood-red lipstick, her hair done in pigtails and she wore her dog collar and tiny skirt.

Tony silently hugged her back until she released him from her death-grip.

"I had to go all-out, since it's Ziva's birthday", she chattered on. "Ziva hardly ever has birthday parties. I was so glad when she asked me to help with decorations. I just love decorating!"

She grinned and bounced around, her skirt swaying as she looked at Ziva's clock.

"Oh!", she screeched. "I've got to greet people! See you later!"

And she was off. Tony blinked several times before spotting Ziva over by the counter unwrapping appetizers and getting cups, plates, bowls and utensils ready for the guests.

"Hey birthday girl", he said, grinning.

"Hello Tony", Ziva replied. Her smiled reached her eyes as she turned around to greet him.

She saved those smiles for him only. Not even old boyfriends got wind of that smile. It was her special smile.

Tony smiled his special smile too and it didn't go unnoticed by Ziva. Her smile grew a tiny bit larger. They stood there for a minute, grinning at each other like idiots until Gibbs walked over and grunted, catching their attentions.

"You just gonna stand there grinnin' like idiots and ignore the hungry room of people?, he said, his face blank.

"No, boss", said Tony, hurrying out of the room with trays of appetizers and beverages.

Ziva raised an eyebrow at Gibbs, just because she knows he needs to say something to her.

"Happy birthday, Ziver", he says quietly, handing her a small box.

She smiles a small smile, telling him thanks. He gestures with his hand, which was currently holding a beer. She opens it slowly, savoring the moment. She reaches the box, easing it open. Inside was a necklace and on the necklace was her birthstone. It shone brightly, polished in its glory. Engraved on the back was Ziva David and the date of her birthday. Engraved on the top it said "I'll be there on bad days, good days, and any other days. And I'll treasure every moment."

Her bottom lip trembled a bit and she handed it to him, silently telling him she would like him to put it on. She turned around and stood there waiting while he set his beer down. She lifted up her wildly curly hair and he secured the necklace and stepped back. She dropped her hair down and looked at the mirror. Tears began to form and she took a deep shaky breath. Ziva turned around and took the two strides before reaching Gibbs. As she stood in front of him, he saw a flash of undeniable trust and daughterly affection. It reminded him so much of Kelly. When she hugged him, tightly and very much so Abby-like, he didn't hesitate to hug her back.

"Thank you, Gibbs", she whispered into his ear.

The necklace in words was his way of telling her how much he cared for her. Abby, Ziva and Kate were his girls. Always would be. Kate was gone, but sometimes it felt like she was still there. He nodded and Ziva released him.

She wiped away her tears and smiled, her eyes still a little watery.

"Let's go entertain my guests, yes?", she said.

He grunted in reply and they walked into the crowd together, their own secret father-daughter moment forever in their minds.