Gibbs had ordered them back to the base to get more information from the other dog handlers. Ziva smiled, remembered how she tapped Tony lightly on the behind with her folder as they'd headed back to their desks. He had ignored her and no one else seemed to notice, but Ziva knew he'd gotten her message. As much as they hated going over the same details of the case again and again, they were glad to for the chance to be alone for a little while.

Their hands sat on the center console, fingers intertwined as they drove. Tony kept his eyes on the road. "I hate watching you flirt with all those soldiers Zi," he told her.

Ziva looked over at him, the man who held her heart. "As I do not like the way you google at other women and tell stories about all the fake dresses you are chasing to keep the others from asking questions.

Tony chuckled. "It's 'ogle' Ziva, and they're skirts, not dresses. But I love when you get the words wrong."

Her eyes flashed and she shoved his shoulder with her other hand.

There was a red light and Tony stopped the car, then leaned over and kissed Ziva softly. "You know I love you, right Zi?"

She smiled. "I know."

When she added nothing else, he quirked an eyebrow at her. "You can always tell me again," Tony prompted.

Ziva traced one finger in circles on his palm. "Have you forgotten already?" she teased.

"Of course not," Tony assured her. He shrugged self-consciously. "I just like hearing you say it."

Ziva moved as close as her seatbelt would allow and whispered the words in her boyfriend's ear. "I love you, Tony." She smirked when the car jerked a little and returned to her previous position.

The car was quiet for awhile until Tony brought up another oft talked about topic. "Do you think the team will ever notice?"

"Perhaps when we tell them," Ziva shrugged, then glanced at him. "When are we going to tell them Tony?"

He winced just thinking about the headslap that would be forthcoming with great speed and accuracy when they finally spilled their secret to Gibbs. "When I'm sure Gibbs isn't going to kill us or ship one of us off to a weather station in Antarctica."

Ziva ran her fingers through his hair. "Would he really transfer one of us off the team?"

Tony sighed, it wasn't something he liked to think about. The team was family, no matter what happened. One of them leaving would change the dynamic, change everything. "I don't know." He thought for a moment. "But," he said slowly, "I know of one way we could be sure to stay together, regardless of what Gibbs does."

Ziva looked at him, eyebrows raised. "And what way is that Tony?"

"If we were more than just partners or a dating couple." He chanced a glance at her. This was not how he'd planned to ask. Pulling the car over to the side of the road, Tony met Ziva's beautiful brown eyes. "What do you say Ziva? Will you marry me?"

Her eyes lit up and then a smile spread slowly over her face. "Yes Tony, I think I will."

With that they kissed three times - two short, one long, all sweet - saying everything else that needed to be said. Then Tony signaled and put the car back onto the road and he and Ziva sat in their seats grinning with happiness because of their engagement. There was no fancy dinner, no eagerly anticipated moment, and no diamond ring, at least not yet. But it was perfect, it was simple and like them, it just fit.

The End