A/N: Thank you for all of the positive feedback. This is just so fun to write and I hope it is just as much fun for you to read.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of it's characters.
Marry Me
"Another body in Georgetown," Gibbs called out without stopping so much as to throw them a second glance. Dutifully, three packs swung over three shoulders and three agents made their way toward the awaiting elevator and boss.
As Tony strode past her desk, Ziva reached out and grabbed his arm, effectively stalling him. "Gibbs, we'll be right behind you." There was a nervous echo behind her words, not characteristic of her usually iron clad emotions, but Gibbs offered a curt nod before disappearing behind the elevator doors with McGee in tow.
Without a second thought, Ziva drug Tony and their bags down the hall and into the women's bathroom. Shuffling through the short room she assured their privacy before swiftly locking the door. Her back hit the door and her body gave weigh, coming out from under the mountain of tension that had been building all day. A shaky breath left her in a rush, and she relished the ability to breath.
"Ziva, what's going on?" Tony's concern reverberated through her and she realized she had yet to accomplish her goal.
She opened her eyes, the brown of hers clashing with his green, and she saw the worry etched in his features. He was worried about her, and she had spent the whole day worrying about him; worrying about what he might say and how he might react. Finally she had him alone, in the quiet, florescent lit room that has been home to so many confessions, and the words spilled unceremoniously from her lips.
"Tony, I'm pregnant."
Aside from the steady in-and-out of each breath, she swore you can hear a pin drop, but she couldn't be sure that Tony hadn't stopped breathing.
"We're going to have a baby?" He whispered, to no one in particular, and she watched a mirage of emotions filter through his eyes, before he finally settled on elation. The tips of his lips turned up, before breaking out in a huge grin. Before she could blink he was down on one knee. "Marry me."
Now she was pretty sure she has stopped breathing. The bewilderment painted his face just moments ago was most certainly displayed on hers now. The love of her life, and father of her unborn child, was down on one knee in the middle of the NCIS women's restroom. "Tony, you are kidding."
It was more a statement than a question, but as he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a black velvet box, she realized that it wasn't a joke.
"Kidding, no. Crazy, yes," Tony smiled, cheekily. "I've had this in my pocket for the past month. I just hadn't really got to the asking part yet."
Ziva laughed despite her nerves, "That much is clear."
"So, Ziva David, will you marry me?" Tony asked, repeating his original request, with a bit more courage behind it. Tentatively he reached up, placing his hand on her still flat stomach.
She placed her own hand over his, intertwining their fingers and a relaxed smile of pure joy met her lips. "It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice, no?"
