Hi! Sorry this took me so long. I've had exams. Yes, I know, once again blaming it on the schoolwork. But it's over now!

I have a couple of ideas for one shots, and another long story I might start in a week or two.

But until then, enjoy the last chapter of Not Always a Fighter, and hopefully you will work out why I named it that. Thank you sososososo much for all the feedback, it means more than you can imagine.


"Tony!" Ziva laughed a couple of days later. "This is ridiculous! I am NOT putting your tie over my eyes! Forget it!"

"..." Puppy dog eyes always work.

"Fine." She huffed as she tied the silky fabric around her head. "Where are we going anyway?"

"That's the whole point of the blindfold, sweetcheeks." He smiled. "And I saw that." He added on.

"What?" He couldn't have seen her eyes roll.

"Nothing, nothing." Tony didn't want to tell her how predictable she was. This was their first real date, and he didn't want to screw it up before it had even begun. Abby had been right; the perfect first date. He just wished Ziva would tell him herself; he liked the idea. OK. Fine. Let's try once more.

He slipped his arm instinctively around her waist and gently guided the blindfolded woman towards their destination.

"Tony. Seriously. If you had to blind me, why couldn't you have told me not to wear heels?"

"You look perfect. How about I take your mind off falling over?"

"I'm listening..."

"What were you doing so early in the morning?" He grinned slyly.

"Give it a rest Tony. I will tell you another time." She avoided answering again as they moved up a flight of stairs.

"Alright. Well, we are here anyway. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not just yet, my ninja." He placed a hand over hers, guiding the blindfold back into place. "Sit here, I want to say something first. Just so you don't kill me."

"What you're about to see. I- um, I talked to Abby, and we came up with this idea. I haven't been snooping this time, OK?"

"Uh-OK..."

He gently removed her blindfold from her soft wavy hair.

Ziva gasped as Tony's tie was removed from her face and her vision returned. "Oh my..."

They were sitting on soft blood red velvet seats, the walls around them encased in a delicate gold design. They were overlooking a huge stage, with the same blood red coloured curtains draped from the ceiling to the floor. It was the most exquisite theatre she had ever been to.

"It is... incredible! But- what are we doing here?"

A soft, classical tone rung out from huge speakers placed all around the theatre. "Shhh... You will see in a second." Tony grinned. The best part was coming up.

Ziva frowned. She knew this music...

"Tony... Why are we watching The Nutcracker? It's a ballet." She frowned.

"You don't like it?"

"No! I love it! I just don't understand why you picked it..."

"Because, beautiful, don't get mad, but Abby told me why you have been coming to work with a new sexy sweaty perfume..."

Ziva's eyes widened in shock. Mortified, she asked, "She. Did?"

"Yes. Please don't kill her. I love her too much. She helped me get my very own ballet dancing ninja."

Ziva blushed. "So... You don't mind?"

"Mind? I love it. Very sexy. Leotards. RRRrrrr..."

With that Ziva allowed herself a shy smile and leant in to kiss Tony, something that had felt as natural as breathing from the first real kiss in bullpen. "Thank you."

Tony grinned in response. "I knew you would love it. And besides, you don't always have to be a fighter Ziva. I like the ballet side, the emotional side. Because I love you. All of you."

They both settled back as a slim pointe dancer waltzed onto the large, well lit stage. Ziva's eyes shined as she watched the graceful dancers tell the story with their whole body. Tony smiled. This was the perfect idea. Ziva was thrilled and he was actually enjoying it, not that he would admit it to anyone else.

For the first time in both their lives, they were genuinely, completely happy and in love. And for once, they felt like they belong exactly where they are.