A/N: Hey there :) I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to update. I meant to update way earlier but then school started again and things got crazy. You know how it is.
Well, anyway, here's the next chapter. A very...sparkly chapter :D Enjoy reading!

December 27

"Ali, are you up for some shopping?", Ziva asked as she walked out of the bathroom. Ali fake smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Sure, sounds great.", she lied.

Of course, she was up for shopping. But last night she'd had a talk with Tony. He wanted to go pick out the ring with Ali today. And it was kind of inconvenient that Ziva was constantly with them.

Going shopping at 5th Avenue wasn't so bad though. Tiffany's was there as well. They'd just have get rid of Ziva for a while, maybe leave her in a store. Whatever store that would be.

She wasn't really the kind of person who spent ages in one store. Unfortunately. Tony exchanged a look with Ali but she gave him a reassuring smile, telling him that she had things under control. Well, at least she hoped she did.

"How do we get rid of her?", Tony whispered. Ali sighed. They were currently having a coffee break at Starbucks and so far there hadn't been a single chance to leave Ziva for half an hour or so.

She was just not really into the stores. It was more Ali's shopping trip than Ziva's. "I have no idea.", Ali whispered back. It seemed to be rather pointless. In that moment, Ziva came back from the powder room and sat back down.

"Would you mind if I went to MoMa while you two continue shopping? I really wanna see that museum and I heard they have a special entrance fee today. And I know you two would would rather continue shopping than go to the museum.", Ziva suddenly proposed.

Ali and Tony almost chocked on their coffees. This was like a miracle, really. "Hate to admit it, but yeah, I'd prefer shopping. Sorry, Ziva.", Ali replied, faking regret.

She knew exactly that if she wanted to continue shopping, Tony would have a reason to do so as well. Or more precisely, go to Tiffany's with her. Ziva would never leave Ali alone in a city such as New York.

Ziva chuckled: "I know and it's alright. We'll just meet, lets say at MoMa at 4?" They agreed and then went on with their actual conversation.

Half an hour later Tony and Ali walked into Tiffany's on 5th Avenue. Ali looked around, completely breathless. It was even better than she could have ever imagined.

This was a little girl's dream come true. She smiled at Tony and then checked the store guide. Engagement Rings were on the third floor. She grabbed Tony's arm and dragged him to the elevator.

They arrived on the third floor and Ali almost fell over. Everything was sparkling and it all just looked like..she couldn't even find anything to compare this to. It was just magical, like a fairytale. Definitely a dream come true.

"Where do we start?", Tony asked. Ali gave him a look like she was asking him if he seriously had just asked that. "Get a sales assistant of course! That's what you do at Tiffany's, duuh!", she told him. Tony chuckled: "Alright, Miss Tiffany Expert."

She rolled her eyes at that but of course it was the best compliment he could have ever made. Not that she would ever say that aloud. Never in a hundred years. For Alison David it was only natural to know those facts. On the outside. For the American Alison David.

It was way different with the real, or rather former, Alison David. The Israeli Alison David. Her father had always forbid that she did anything girly. She was never allowed to take ballet lessons, or dance in the first place.

Nor was she allowed to read any girl magazines or girl books. It was always about becoming the perfect weapon. Damn, she was so glad to have made that decision, to run away.

Her life in the United States was so much better. And she was finally the girl she had always wanted to be. The girly girl. The girl who knew about the Rules of Tiffany's, who knew about the latest gossip, who subscribed to Teen Vogue, Seventeen, Vogue and Elle.

The girl who owned lots of make-up and nail polish, who had a wardrobe that was about to burst. It was incredible. And now her dearest wish had come true. She was at Tiffany's, with her dad, choosing and engagement ring for her aunt.

Oh, how long she had waited for this moment. Being the one who gets dragged along to make her aunt happy. It was perfect, really. There were no other words to describe it. Just perfect.

"Do you think he's a good sales assistant?", Tony interrupted her thoughts, pointing to a nice gentleman who looked a little like Gibbs. Ali nodded enthusiastically.

She'd always imagined that kind of sales assistant at Tiffany's. A nice old man in a suit. Perfect, yet again. Tony walked over to him and the man immediately offered his assistance.

They walked back over to Ali and the man gave her a warm smile. Did he think she was the bride-to-be? It was ridiculous, really but it happened to them all the time. Seriously, she did look younger than Tony, now didn't she?!

"This is my daughter and she is here to help me choose the ring.", Tony explained, making sure there was no misunderstanding. Ali's eyes widened. He had never introduced her as his daughter before.

He had introduced her as Ali, or Alison for that matter, or as Ziva's niece. But he had never introduced her as his daughter. It was ridiculous but it made Ali's smile brighten and her heart swell.

He had introduced her as his daughter, for God's sake. After everything she'd spilled the other day. It somehow made her feel special. Ali smiled at the man, her eyes sparkling.

Tony of course noticed her reaction to his statement and smiled to himself. This was definitely what he'd wanted to achieve. She was his daughter after all. He hadn't exactly planned on introducing her as his daughter but then it somehow had just come out because it felt right.

He smiled at her and she smiled back. It was wonderful to see her smile like this. After everything that had happened to her in the past it was an incredible feeling to be the one to make her smile like this.

"So, what kind of ring do you think your mom would like?", the man asked Ali. She didn't bother to correct him about the mom-thing. It didn't matter. Her eyes lit up as she replied: "She'd definitely love a princess-cut diamond ring."

The man grinned and looked at Tony. "Seems like your girlfriend and your daughter have excellent but very expensive taste.", he announced. Tony chuckled. "Yeah, that's true. But they're definitely worth it.", he said.

The man smiled and walked over to a display cabinet. Ali took a sharp intake of breath. The rings were gorgeous. The name "princess-cut" was definitely fitting. She looked at the rings and then watched Tony.

He seemed to favor one, she just couldn't make out which one exactly. "Which one caught your eye, sir?", the man asked before Ali got the chance to ask herself.

Tony pointed to a ring with a beautiful princess-cut diamond and a platinum band with sparkling round brilliant diamonds. It was the most beautiful ring Ali had ever seen and it seemed to be perfect for Ziva.

"Ah, the Tiffany Grace. A very good choice.", the man said as he got the ring out for them to look at. "Wow, it's beautiful, Tony.", Ali breathed. She didn't even dare get any closer.

It was definitely made for a princess. "It is, isn't it?!", Tony murmured. He seemed to be very lost in thought. "It would be perfect for her, Tony.", Ali whispered as she squeezed his arm reassuringly.

She knew that he was having doubts right now. Not about the ring but about proposing. He was always being so damn ridiculous to think that he didn't deserve Ziva.

But she needed him and only him and he needed her. It was obvious. But she understood that right now was definitely the time for doubt. This was getting serious after all. This was real. Not just some imaginary scene but a very real scene.

Tony smiled at her and then nodded. "You're right. This one is perfect for Ziva.", he agreed. Ali released a breath she didn't know she was holding. "I'll take it.", Tony told the man.

"Certainly, sir. Which size if I may ask?", he replied smiling. Oh crap, Ali thought. That was something she hadn't considered. Of course, they needed her ring size. How could she have been so stupid!

Just as she was about to give up and give Ziva a really embarrassing call, Tony spoke up: "Size 5." Ali's jaw dropped. "How do you know?", she asked in a hushed voice.

"She mentioned it a few years ago.", he explained, his eyes sparkling. "And you..remembered?", she asked in disbelieve. He nodded: "I could never forget." Ali smiled brightly.

God, they were definitely meant to be. If they weren't, then what was. It was adorable and Ali was so excited for the proposal. They had worked out a master plan the other night.

It was bound to work! The sales assistant handed them a beautiful Tiffany-green box with a matching bow and then put in into a real Tiffany bag. Ali couldn't quite believe her eyes.

"Can I keep the bag?", she whispered to Tony. He chuckled. "I was actually gonna ask you to slip it into your bag, so Ziva won't notice.", he told her, making her eyes go wide.

She grabbed the bag from him as he paid and carefully slipped it into her bag. It was an honor to carry a Tiffany ring after all. Especially if it was for Ziva.

A/N: So, there you have it :) I hope you like it :) Please leave a review on your way out and tell me what you think. Also, I just wanna make sure that people are actually still reading after this long break. So, please leave a little message! Thanks in advance :)
Love y'all
~ C.
P.S. If you wanna look at Ziva's engagament ring, here it is: .com[take out space]/Engagement[take out space]/Item[take out space].aspx?[take out space]GroupSKU[take out space]=GRP10062[take out space]#f+1/0/0/0/0/0 (sorry about the weird way to write it but otherwise it wouldn't work)
Shout-out to Ruth for the help. It was so hard to choose one lol :D
P.P.S. Please forgive me if engagement rings aren't on the third floor in the Tiffany store on 5th Avenue. It's just how I remember it :D lol