A/N: Hey, so this is the last chapter, save for the epilogue, because I really planned for this to only be a one or two shot. I don't have to work too much and I already know how it is going to go so, unless I get lazy again, it should be up on/before this weekend.

Enjoy :)

Oh, and if you are the filthy pervs I went camping with, hello :D and it's pronounced Da-veed


"Name?"

"Ziva David."

"Age?"

"30."

"Position you would like to apply for?"

"Liberian, or something with the children like teaching or day care."

"Experience in those fields?

"I had a little sister, but other then that nothing." The woman looked at her skeptically before turning back to the form on her clipboard.

"Previous jobs?"

"NCIS Special Agent and Office of Mossad." The woman shot her another dubious glance and finished writing before handing Ziva the clipboard.

"If I could just have you fill out your personal information I'll put your application into the system."

"Thank you," she nodded and moved to sit next to Tony, who was just finishing his own form.

"Riveting questions, aren't they," he joked, elbowing her gently.

"Very," she muttered, quickly scanning the paper before lifting her pen to the first question.

Twenty minutes later they walked out of the large building, hands conjoined and swinging back and forth between them. The bracelets Ziva was wearing to cover the marks on her wrists jingling with every move she made.

"That went well," Tony stated, digging through his pocket for the car keys.

"You think so?" Ziva asked, looking up at him through what he had confirmed to be his sunglasses.

"You didn't?"

"I feel like that lady did not like me." They parted and walked to their respective sides of the car, climbing in before they continued their conversation.

"Why?" he asked, starting the car.

"I just feel like she did not understand why I wanted the job, and I did not like the way she was looking at you."

"Is Ziva jealous?" he mocked, stopping at a red light and looking over at her, a broad smile on his face.

"I am not," she countered, giving him a playful shove.

"It's okay, I am very hard to resist."

"Really? because I resisted you for eight years." He glared at her now smirking expression.

"Don't pretend you never tried."

"I never said I didn't." He opened his mouth to say something else but a car horn behind them cut him off.

"And it is not like you never tried to get in my pants," Ziva muttered, leaning her elbows on the consol between them and resting her chin on her hands, watching Tony as he drove.

"Like when?" he asked, trying to sound cocky, but that mentality seemed to fail him.

"Page 57," she answered slyly.

"Point taken, and can we do that?"

"Sure, if you can find the magazine."

"You're on," he agreed, holding out a hand to shake, which she did.

{{NCIS}}

"Found it!" he yelled from the back of the closet.

"Good, I was getting impatient." She ran her hands across the silky sheets he had on his bed. "I like your new décor by the way. When did you get it, because it was not here last week."

"I ordered it about two weeks ago. But it didn't get here until a few days ago. Figured it would be more comfortable then the futon we had been using." He jabbed hiss thumb at the rolled up mattress in the corner as he sat down next to her. "And that was only temporary until I got a new bed anyway. Because of the whole thing with my father…" he trailed off and was quiet for a second before opening the old magazine.

"I see you got your money's worth out of this," she said, running her thumb over the worn edge.

"I was always picturing it was you," he confessed, searching for the page they wanted. He turned the glossy pages sideways and held it up so they could both see. "You would look so hot like this," he groaned, all those feelings rushing south.

"Hmm," Ziva hummed as she looked at the woman depicted on the page for a second before standing.

"How is possible to bend like that?" he pondered, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"Oh it's possible." Tony looked up to see Ziva standing in front of him, hands on her hips and dressed in a similar fashion to the woman in the magazine; a white button down shirt, that was of course undone, and a bright cherry red thong.

"Oh god," Tony moaned, dropping the magazine and grabbing the open flaps of Ziva's shirt, pulling her into his lap as he attached his mouth to hers. She groaned, shifting so her legs were wrapped around his waist and her core was pressed against his now obvious hard on. One of her hands slowly trailed down his chest, undoing buttons as she went, before landing in his lap. Nimble fingers undid his belt buckle and fly before she sat forward slightly to pull his pants and boxers away. He quickly pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue before dragging his teeth along it. She moaned, pausing in her efforts to remove his pants to instead wind her fingers into his hair, holding him where he was. He tugged her shirt out of the way, exposing her other breast to his wanting mouth.

She blinked a few times, trying to regain her composure so she could finish the task she had abandon moments ago. He let up on his assault and stood, holding Ziva up, letting his slacked pants fall to the floor before she had his boxers join them. She smiled at him and pushed his shirt from his shoulders before he sat down again. Without a second thought, the first being he could buy her something sexier, Tony gripped the thin fabric of her thong and pulled, ripping the fabric off her legs and throwing it randomly to the side.

"Ready?" she asked, her hands landing on his shoulders as she looked down at him through lidded eyes.

"Am I allowed to be anything else?" he joked, his hands going to her hips.

"Nope," she said as she gripped his cock in her hand, guiding him to her entrance before rocking her hips forward and taking him into her body. She moaned, swaying slightly before bending backwards and placing her hands on the hard wood floor.

"Move your knees a little," she instructed in attempt to get more comfortable. He did, holding her hips in a death grip as he moved inside of her. He watched, somewhat hypnotized, as her shirt swayed back and forth every time he pulled her back towards him.

"Are you okay, Ziva," he grunted.

"Yes," she moaned, "it feels so good." She lifted her head as much as she could and looked up at him, smiling. He saw her and smiled back before pulling her up with as much strength as he could muster so that she was seated in his lap again. Her head fell backwards and he could feel her hair tickling his hands where her shirt had bunched up as he held her ass, keeping her as close to him as possible as she neared the wonderful and inevitable edge.

"Please," she begged, snapping her hips harder. He moved her legs out from behind him and laid back on the bed, pushing his pelvis up into her.

"Tony," she chanted in time with each thrust. "Tony," each time his name passed her lips it's louder then the last. "Tony," she cried one last time before her body stiffened. She leaned down, bracing her hands on his chest as she rode out her orgasm.

He didn't let her get very far though before thrusting up into her, hard, bringing her back to the peak of pleasure. She cried out again, her back arching in that he would have thought to be a dangerously far angle ten minutes ago.

"Oh god, Ziva," he groaned as he spilled into her. She continued to slowly rock her hips back and forth as she rode out her orgasm before collapsing on top of Tony, breathing hard as she rested her head on his chest.

"Why," she panted, her fingers combing through his chest hair before resting her palm on his shoulder, "did I not let you do that to me eight years ago."

"Neither one of us actually said 'no', you know."

"Yes, but we did not show up on the other's doorstep saying 'fuck me now' either."

"Why?" he wondered, then they looked at each other and at the same time said: "Gibbs."

{{NCIS}}

"Dinner is ready," Ziva called, spooning the extra vegetables onto Tony's plate

"One second," he yelled back. He appeared a second later and grabbed his plate off of the counter along with a glass of water.

"Do you want some wine?" Ziva asked his retreating back.

"Sure," he answered, placing what was in his hands down on the coffee table before returning to grab the glasses she had just poured. This time she followed him, her own food in hand, as he headed back to the couch.

"What are we watching?" she asked as she made herself comfortable next to him.

"Casino Royal."

"James Bond, really?"

"Yes, Ziva, really. It's James Bond, what's there to complain about?" he talked in between small bites of food.

"It is completely implausible and unrealistic."

"It's a movie, and no it's not."

"Yes it is." She turned to face him.

"No it's not." He slid his plate onto the table without breaking eye contact with her.

"Yes it is." She leaned closer to him.

"No it's not." He leaned closer to her.

"Yes it is." Their noses brushed and her eyes fluttered shut.

"You know what is plausible?" His fingers danced up and down her leg, making her shiver and move closer to him.

"Hmm," she hummed, basking in the feel of him so close to her.

"You being my wife." He leaned into kiss her but she pulled back.

"What?" she gasped.

"What?"

"What?"

"Stop."

"My first 'what' was a valid question."

"So was my statement that triggered that question."

"I- I- I need to think," she stuttered before standing.

"Is that a no?" he asked as she began pacing.

"No…yes? no. I mean: there is no answer yet."

"I'm having flashbacks to when you told me about CIR- that other guy who proposed to you."

"You did not lie to me though," she pointed out before leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.

"Then what's keeping you from just saying yes." He stood up and cautiously walked towards Ziva. She didn't flinch as he rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Encouraging, he thought as he moved in front of her.

"This just seems so fast," she mumbled.

"It's okay if you're not ready. I understand. I just thought that after all we've been through…"

"I just don't know," she shook her head slowly and looked up at him.

"So…"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, Tony, I will marry you."

"Yes!" he grabbed her around her waist and spun her in circles a few times, making her laugh, before setting her down on the ground.

"Wait here," he said before disappearing into the kitchen. He appeared a second later, gripping something small in his hand. He grabbed her left hand and tied a piece of string around her ring finger.

"Just a reminder, until I get you a real one," he muttered before gently kissing her. "And you know what else this calls for?"

"What?" she laughed.

"More wine." She laughed even harder as he grabbed the bottle off the counter before pulling her back towards the couch. She sat down and let him top off their barely touched glasses before taking the one he handed her.

"To us," he toasted, clanging his glass against hers.

"To us," she repeated. They both took a sip before Tony suddenly grabbed her and kissed her. She began laughing uncontrollably when he pulled back, so much that she started hiccupping.

"Here," Tony chuckled, handing her a water. She greedily gulped it down as he stood and walked over to his movie wall.

"What-hic-are you-hic-doing?"

"One sec," he mumbled, his fingers tapping the spines before pulling one from the shelf. He popped the disc out of its case, taking the Bond movie out of the player before putting the new one in.

"What was so funny?" he asked, sitting back down next to her as she placed the empty glass on the table. She shrugged and reached for the case, but he moved it out of her reach.

"Ah, ah, ah," he scolded, hitting play on the remote. She frowned but settled down next to him, pulling her plate into her lap.

"But you hate this movie," she gasped as the title screen came on.

"But I love you." He smiled and kissed her before putting a forkful of food into his mouth.

"I put the vegetables onto your plate so you would eat them," Ziva pointed out as the movie began. Tony purposefully pushed the peppers and squash to the side before stabbing a forkful of pasta and steak.

"I am going to start singing if you do not eat them," she threatened. His eyes grew wide as she opened her mouth, the first note rising out of her throat. He quickly swallowed and grabbed her, pressing his mouth to hers before the hill could become alive with the sound of her music.

"I liked that better then the last time you did that," she laughed, picking up her fork off of the floor and wiping it on her napkin.

"Yes, well, this time I knew you wouldn't kill me if I did that," he responded, poking at the vegetables before picking one up with his fingers.

"They are not going to kill you, Tony," she giggled through a mouth full of food.

"You sound like someone who's been taken hostage, and that person is usually wrong," he muttered before tilting his head back and dropping the pepper into his mouth.

"What did you do to these?" he asked, his eyes growing wide. "They're delicious."

"Thank you, and I'm not telling you my secret."

"Please," he begged, the puppy dog eyes coming into play.

"No, now keep eating, the food is already cold enough."

{{NCIS}}

Ziva blinked the sun out of her eyes and sniffed the air, a smile spreading across her face. She laid there, waiting until she heard Tony's footsteps before sitting up and stretching her arms above her head.

"Damn ninja skills," Tony muttered to himself before addressing Ziva. "Morning Sweetcheeks," he chimed, placing the tray in his hands down over her lap.

"Thank you, Tony," she smiled and tilted her head up as he leaned down to kiss her. She grabbed one of his shirts that was hanging on the bed frame, tugging it over her head before picking up the fork and knife.

"No," Tony interrupted just as the silverware touched the fluffy whipped cream that covered the waffles. "You sit back, I serve you."

"Aww," she sighed and sat back against the headboard as he cut up her food.

"Open." She opened her mouth and pulled the chunk of waffle off the fork with her teeth.

"I think you got some eggshells in here, Tony," she said through the food.

"Not quite," he smiled and watched as she fished the hard item out of her mouth.

"You didn't," she gasped, holding up the diamond ring.

"I did." He smiled and took the ring from her fingers, untying the string and replacing it with the small silver band.

"You remembered," she whispered, holding her hand up to examine her new piece of jewelry.

"What?"

"My ring size."

"Well, yeah," he shrugged and cut another bite of waffle for himself.

"I love you," she muttered before leaning forward and kissing his whipped cream covered lips. "Umm, you taste good," she giggled, her tongue darting out to lick up the cream.

"Thank you," he laughed as he leaned back. "Now eat," he commanded, handing her the filled fork before grabbing the second one he had put on the tray.

"You know what I have noticed?" she asked as he pushed the last piece of waffle, along with a strawberry, towards her before he began to gather up all the dishes.

"What?"

"No matter how many mistakes you make-"

"What mistakes?"

"You always get it right in the end."

"I have to be right if it involves you." She couldn't help but smile.

{{NCIS}}

A year later

"I'm not going back, Tony."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yup," he nods and grabs his jacket out of the closet.

"How could you know?" she asked, following him to the front door.

"Because you are my wife, I know you." He shrugged his jacket onto his shoulders and grabbed his keys out of the small bowl next to the door.

"I have been your wife for three months-"

"But I have known you for almost nine years."

"Fine, point taken, but I am still not going back."

"That's fine, I like you as a librarian, kinda hot. All you need now is some glasses and a lower cut dress." He pulled at the skirt of the one she was wearing now. She slapped his hand away as it started to travel higher up the soft fabric.

"I will come with you today, just to say hello, and then goodbye, to everyone." She skipped back into their bedroom. She came back a second later just as she finished pulling on her jacket, a pair of heels dangling from her finger.

"You know, before all this happened you wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like that," he laughed as she strapped the shoes on. "Unless it was for an op."

"Well lucky you, now you get to see me in it every day."

"And out of it," he smirked and went elevator eyes as she stood.

"I could make you sleep on the couch."

"Please, Mrs. DiNozzo, don't hit me with a ruler." Tony tried not to laugh, shielding his face with his arms as she approached him, her heels clicking on the wood floor.

"Should have left you tied up," she mumbled before grabbing her own keys.

"Gibbs is going to kill me if he sees these," he grumbled, rubbing his wrists.

"I would be more worried about Abby." She clicked down the hallway, closely followed by the muffled thud of Tony's expensive loafers.

They drove in separately to the Navy Yard, only because Ziva had to go to work afterwards.

"You going to tell them, or do you want me to?" he asked as they walked hand in hand towards the front door.

"I think they will be able to figure it out for themselves," Ziva laughed.

"You could totally fight crime like that." He dropped her hand so she could step through the security gate.

"I liked it when we didn't have to do this every morning," he grouched.

"You only have to do this once, I have to do it every time I come to visit you." She grabbed her purse off the conveyor belt as he took her hand again.

"Lucky you," he laughed, pecking her on the cheek as they waited for the elevator. She glared at him as they climbed in as the doors slid open. Neither said anything else until they stepped off and headed towards the squad room.

"Wow," McGee gasped, looking up from the reprogramming he had been doing on his computer. Gibbs looked over at the young agent before turning to the entrance to the bullpen.

"Wow," he repeated quietly as he took in the Israel's attire. "DiNozzo what did you do?"

"You left, and took your rules with you," Tony shrugged.

"Aw, you two got married and didn't tell me."

"We did not exactly know where you were," Ziva tried.

"You're back," came Abby's giddy screech as she barged into the office. "What are you wearing?" She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Ziva, who took a deep breath before answering the Goth's question.

"My work cloths."

"Ziva?" McGee asked as he stood from his desk and walked towards his friends.

"I am not coming back to work at NCIS," she told them. "I work at a recreation center for military families, as a librarian."

"Sexy librarian," Tony coughed, receiving and elbow in the gut from Ziva.

"It is just down the road and I planned on taking my lunch breaks here."

"No, no, no, this is not acceptable," Abby cried, running up to her friend and hugging her. "Wow you're tall with heels on," she muttered into Ziva's hair.