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I do.

They had been to the crime scene, and investigated the death of Lt. Mark Jones. He had been killed by a bullet, trough the heart. The motive seemed to be unknown at the beginning, but Tony had suggested at some point, actually joking, that they should blame the wife. When Gibbs asked Tony to interrogate the young woman, he did it gladly and found out that Lt. Jones and his best friend Mr. Doyle had had an argument a couple of days ago. They fought about Natasha, Jones's wife. Jones had found out that Natasha and Doyle had been screwing around for about a year and was asking his best friend to end this. Doyle refused and left the house furious, only to drive to Natasha's workplace and try to persuade her to leave Jones. Natasha refused to leaver her husband, to leave the security of a fixed income and a solid and nice roof over her head. In conclusion Doyle murdered his best friend. Or so it went in theory. After bagging, tagging and taking photos of the crime scene, the team headed back to headquarters for more investigations. At 2100 hours, the team, headed home and Ziva arrived to Roy's place two hours later then intended.

She got out of her car, taking the bottle of wine with her, and then knocked at his door.

"Hey you." Roy said

"I'm so sorry for being late Roy." She apologized.

Roy did not respond, he was to busy checking her up. She wore a dark blue dress, revealing her perfect long legs. The cleavage was deep and Roy had problems taking his eyes away from it.

"I am flattered Roy, but my face is up here."

"I'm sorry Ziva, but you look… wow."

"Thank you, now could I please come in."

"Yeah, yeah sure, come in. Sorry."

She smiled and walked inside his apartment, shaking her hips, making Roy almost trip over his own feet.

He had been crazy about Ziva ever since he could remember. She was athletic, nice, a beast in the covers, she could cook, was cultivated, the perfect woman. The only thing he did not like about her was that she did not open up to people. He had been really hard for him to get to know a little bit about her. A tiny bit, but Ziva was still a mystery to him. Deep inside he was sure that time would actually make her open up to him more.

Even though they were together it still freaked him out that she slept with a gun under her pillow, but slowly he got used to her "protection methods".

She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, then walked up to a still charmed Roy and was staring at him amused, while he was checking her up again.

"You have seen me wear a dress before Roy. Please try to focus on my face, or I will show you were I have hidden my guns." She smiled

"Sorry, Ziva." He replied and looked at her face this time.

"I'm hungry. Shall we eat?" she said with a smile on her lips.

Roy led her to the dinning room and pulled her chair. She smiled and looked at him, desire present in her eyes. He went back to the kitchen and brought the food he had been reheating for the past two hours.

They ate in silence, and after dinner Ziva went to the kitchen and pulled out the bottle of wine from the freezer. Ziva found the tall wine glasses she so much loved. Roy had bought them, because she simply fell in love with them when she saw them. In the mean time, Roy had brought the dirty dishes back to the kitchen and after that kissed her lightly on the forehead. She loved it when he was so gentle to her. Both walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch in front of the TV, sipping wine.

They looked at each other in perfect silence, he stroke her hair gently, she smiled. He put his glass on the table, she did the same. Then he moved closer to her, feeling the heat of her body, feeling his heart beat wildly. They lips met gently, but the kiss got deeper and rougher, she put her hand trough his hair, and he pulled her closer. Their bodies merged and became almost one, but they had to break apart from the kiss, and both gasped for air.

"You must have really missed me Roy." She smiled.

He took her once more in his arms and they began kissing again. He slid his hand under her skirt and she left out a small moan. She moved her hands up his back, pulling his hair, kissing him harder. Ziva wanted Roy more then anything in the world, but her pushed her away at one point. She looked him in the eyes, confused for a second.

"Before we go on, I need to ask you something." He began

"I am listening." She replied

He leaned over her and opened the drawer of a small table, and took out a small velvet box. Then moved next to her, while Ziva was looking at the box, a little confused, but anxious to find out what Roy's surprise was.

"Ziva we know each other for a longer period of time. You have been all the time by my side, gave me everything I wanted, supported me, you are in one way my soul mate." He said, leaving her speechless but showing a small smile

"With this I want to ask you….he paused…If you, Ziva David want to be my wife."

He opened the box and looked at her with anticipation.

For Ziva the world had stopped, and she couldn't believe what she just heard. It was finally her chance of having a normal life, with a loving husband, children, and a family. Tony's face flashed through her head when she was about to say the two words that would make Roy the happiest man alive. The seconds were passing, the silence was awkward between them, and Ziva could feel how Tony was creeping in to her soul once more. She had fought this "demon" so many times, and tried to focus on the beautiful life she had with Roy, but the handsome and charming Italian devil would not grant her peace.

With her whole will power, she pushed Tony from her mind once more, smiled and said "I do".

He smiled, and slid the ring on her finger and kissed her passionately, picking her up and carrying her in to the bedroom.

Two hours later, Roy was sound asleep, but she was still awake. Yes she was satisfied, but something was wrong with her. In the darkness, she slid the ring off her finger and looked at its shape. The soft light from the light pole on the street was dancing on the ring, and she could feel the coldness of the sapphire.

She thought about Tony for the hundred times this night, since Roy proposed. Why she was thinking of him she couldn't understand. The Mossad assassin thought about the time she had spend with Tony, of how much fun they had and how he made her feel comfortable. On the other hand he could never give her the security, that Roy gives, and Tony was a joker, not mature enough. On top of everything he had never felt about her the way she had felt for him.

"Had felt for him or still feel for him?" she thought.

"That's enough. Go away Tony; you can't take this away from me. I will marry Roy and I am going to be happy." She said to herself and then turned around and tried to fall asleep.