"One day Ziva, you will dance with a man that deserves all of your love."

And Ziva was.

Perhaps some part of her knew this wasn't real.

She was dancing with Tony in the club, could hear the soft mellow sounds of the music, but there was no sense of urgency to compleat a task.

She was just dancing.

"Stay with me," she could hear Tony whisper across her cheek.

She held him tighter in response, letting her eyes drift close.

It felt odd, she thought. She knew she knew there was something important she had forgotten. Something...something important. But it seemed irrelevant with Tony holding her close. In the weeks that had passed they had without even knowing become closer somehow. Somehow more intwined, inevitable, no matter how Tony seemed to deny it.

And just like that the scene around her changed.

She and Tony were no longer in the club, but surrounded by her and Tony's friends...their family. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that she was in a shimmering red gown that stopped at mid thigh and Tony was in a classic tux. She rested her head on his chest, and decided for once, just to listen to Tony.

"Just stay with me."

So Ziva danced.