"Let's get married!"
"Let's go to Las Vegas!"
Ziva opened her eyes, and stretched, automatically turning over to look at the alarm clock. Though, it wasn't her alarm clock on the edge of the bedside table. It wasn't her bedside table either.
She immediately sat up and looked around the room. She wasn't in her bed, in her bedroom either. She turned to her right to see if Tony was the man beside her. Luckily, he was.
She gently grabbed Tony's arm and began shaking it back and forth. He sat straight up, and then looked around the room, about as shocked as Ziva was.
"This isn't our bedroom." Tony said, looking around the room. Ziva lifted her hands up to rub her eyes, but stopped when she felt something on the ring finger of her left hand. Slowly, she pulled her left hand away from her face and looked down at the gold ring around her finger.
Tony was still preoccupied looking around the room, and hadn't noticed Ziva's ring yet.
"Tony… Tony… Let me see your left hand." Ziva said, turning to look at Tony. He gave her a confused look, but pulled his left hand out from under the covers.
Tony looked down at his hand as soon as it was out from under the covers. There was a matching gold band on his finger, too.
"Oh no… Tony! Do you realize where we are?" Ziva asked, concern playing across her face. Tony looked around the hotel room.
"An expensive hotel room?" Then he paused, and went to the window, where he opened the curtains, to reveal the city of Las Vegas. "VEGAS? How… when… what…?"
Ziva looked out the window. Suddenly she remembered the bar with everyone, and how everyone had left, and they had been really drunk…
"We got drunk and got married in Vegas." Ziva said, and flopped backward into the pillows. Tony turned around slowly.
"We got married in Vegas?" Tony asked, somehow still not believing.
Ziva just nodded her head, staring down at her ring finger. She wasn't going to deny she wanted to marry Tony, but this was not exactly how she had planned to do it. What would everyone think? Jenny, McGee, Abby, Gibbs….
"Gibbs!" Ziva exclaimed as she looked around the room for her cell phone. Finding it halfway across the room, she flipped it open, to find seven messages. "Tony, we may have a problem."
Tony turned around and looked at her phone, the shocked look still adorning his face.
Ziva pressed the talk button to listen to the messages. The first one was from McGee.
"Hey Ziva. Your half an hour late. That's really unusual; I know it's perfectly fine for Tony…" Ziva looked up to find Tony shrugging. "Just get here."
She sighed and went on to the next message, which was also from McGee.
"Ziva. Where are you? Gibbs'll be here any minute! Hurry up! And do you know where Tony is? You better get here soon…"
'Oh, I know where Tony is…"
The third was from McGee, again.
"Ziva. Where are you? Gibbs just got here, and he's not pleased that you aren't here yet. Did your alarm go off? How come you aren't here?"
'I'm in Vegas. That's why I'm not there.'
The fourth message was from Gibbs.
"David! What the hell do you think this is? Where are…"
'Good lord.'
The fifth message was from Gibbs, as well.
"DAVID?! Get your ass in here! You-"
Ziva automatically skipped to the next message, this one was from Abby.
'What? Is Gibbs recruiting?'
"ZIVA! How come you're not answering your phone? Is Gibbs standing over your shoulder? Anyway, I was calling about last night… I called you at your house to make sure you got home from the bar okay, but you didn't answer. So then I thought maybe I had the wrong number, so I looked it up on six different databases…"
'Alright. So not everyone knows Tony and I are both missing…'
The seventh message started off with McGee.
"Ziva, it's me, again. I don't know where you and Tony are, but you're going to be in trouble when you get back…"
'Perfect.'
Then the voice on the message switched to Gibbs.
"…David!-"
But the moment Ziva heard Gibbs' voice, she deleted the message. She looked up at Tony, who was standing near the window. A thousand different thoughts flew threw her head.
'Getting married is supposed to be one of the happiest moments of your life, is it not? And I married the love of my life while I was drunk. Wonderful.'
"Tony-" Ziva started but was quickly cut off by Tony.
"Ziva, we got drunk and married. We woke up naked in a hotel room in Vegas." He said, smiling playfully at the 'naked' part. "I think being late to work is our smallest problem."
Ziva nodded, and tried to fake a smile. She looked down at the gold wedding band with a diamond square in the center. Sighing, she looked back up at Tony. He was watching, her, and looked down at his own hand.
'Smooth, DiNozzo. You got drunk, flew to Vegas, and married Ziva. You stupid hung-over asshole.'
Just then, the hang over caught up with him, and he quickly went to sit in a chair in the corner of the room. He heard Ziva sigh, and covered his eyes as he leaned his head back. When he opened his eyes, Ziva was still gazing down at the gold band on her finger.
"You have good taste." She said, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. Tony looked up at her face, and it looked genuine, not sarcastic, but he couldn't be sure.
"Even when I'm drunk as hell…" Tony added, giving a small chuckle and looking down at the gold band on his own finger. He looked back up at Ziva, and their eyes met for a second, and he thought he saw something.
'Sadness? I thought she was just laughing…'
"I think we should get back to D.C." Ziva said, finally. She stood up, wrapping the sheet around her small frame, and walking into the bathroom. Tony nodded, even though she had walked away.
"No complimentary breakfast?" Tony asked a small smile on his face. Ziva leaned out the bathroom door. She had that look on her face. The one she always had when she was serious with him.
"No." She said, and closed the door behind her. Tony got up, scrambling around the room, trying to find his clothes. Once he had found all the missing pieces of clothing, he put them on, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes passed, and he turned to look at the bathroom door, which was still closed. Ziva had been in there for twenty minutes, which was longer than it ever took for her to get ready. He stood up and made his way over to the door, knocking lightly.
"Ziva? You okay?" Tony called through the door, hoping she would call back that she was fine and had decided to take a shower, and that was why it was taking so long. There was silence for a few moments on the other side of the door.
"I am fine." Ziva replied back through the door. And there was an edge in her voice. Tony sighed and continued to lean against the door.
"You don't sound fine, Ziva." Tony said, and tried the door handle, but unfortunately it was locked. He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, the door would be open. He opened his eyes and the door was still closed.
"I will be out in a minute, Tony." Ziva said, shuffling on the other side of the door. Tony sighed and turned away from the door. He thought he heard something inside the bathroom for a moment but he knew he was wrong.
'She couldn't be crying, could she? No. This is Ziva we're talking about. Ziva's not a crier.'
When the door opened, Ziva's eyes were slightly red, and she didn't look normal to him. He tried to think of something to say, but was worried he'd make it worse.
'Should I say something funny? Or serious? Or comforting? Or…'
He couldn't stand to see Ziva sad, so he went with the funny option.
"So we got hitched in Vegas." He said, with the best southern accent he could muster. Ziva turned to him and gave him a look for a few seconds.
'WRONG CHOICE DINOZZO!'
"Tony! Are you seriously trying to make a joke of this? It is not funny!" Ziva said, glaring at him and walking over to the bed, and quickly unwrapping herself from the towel and putting on clothes.
Tony took a small step back, to get out of her way. He mentally head-slapped himself.
"I cannot believe you… This is not how… You should not…" Ziva broke off when she started to feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks.
'How could you be so stupid, David? And now you are crying? If only your father could see you now.'
She shook the thoughts from her head, and slowly slid her way down the side of the bed and onto the floor. Tony immediately walked forward and sat down on the ground next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and bringing her face to his chest.
"I'm sorry, Ziva, I was trying to lighten up the situation." Tony said, mentally head-slapping himself again. He'd made Ziva cry. "This isn't exactly how I planned this out either…"
Ziva kept her head against Tony's chest and sat there for a few moments. "You've planned this? Being married? You think about that?" She asked, looking up into his eyes.
"Of course I do, Ziva. I couldn't spend the rest of my life with anyone else. You're my sweet cheeks." He said, gently kissing the top of her head. She smiled and looked up at him. Tears started rolling down her cheeks again.
"Oh, no. Ziva, what did I say?" Tony asked, automatically scared he had said something.
"Nothing. These are tears of happiness." Ziva said, smiling, craning her neck so she could kiss him lightly.
"I love you, my little hairy butt."
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