A/N: Sorry this took so long. This will be the second-last chapter, if all goes as planned. This chapter picks up exactly where the last one left off.

Last time...

"Ziva, I've been thinking..."

"That's never a good sign."

"We should move in together."

Ziva shifted to look up at her boyfriend, almost smiling, but she said nothing.

"I want to take this next step with you, Ziva," Tony said, stroking her hair. "And I'm not afraid of anything when it comes to us, because I know I don't want anyone but you, for life."

The Israeli kneeled up, wrapping the duvet around her bare body, leaving Tony very much out in the open. "Tony...we've only been going out for—"

"I know," he interrupted. "But what's the point in waiting? I mean, I'm not going anywhere, are you?"

She chuckled and kissed him tenderly. "No, I'm staying right here."

"Then it's settled. We start looking for a house."

"When?" she asked, stretching and yawning.

"Well, it's Sunday. Let's go for a drive, look for some."

"Breakfast first." Ziva settled back onto his chest.

Tony nodded, slipping out of bed from under Ziva's weight, and pulled on some boxer shorts. He strolled into the kitchen and started up the stove. "How many eggs, Sweet Cheeks?" he called to her.

"Two please," she said, getting up out of bed herself and putting on her robe.

Ziva walked into the kitchen, enjoying the feeling of the tiles on her bare feet, and stood on her tiptoes to rest her chin on his shoulder. "So, you're OK with the whole...Marcus thing?"

Tony's heart sank when he remembered the death of his friend. "Yeah," he nodded. He was OK. He was going to miss Marcus, but he was OK.

They ate breakfast almost in silence, mostly because both of them were starving and too busy eating to talk. Ziva finished first and went off to have a shower.

After the rather busy and sweaty night Ziva and Tony had had, it felt good to have the hot water trickling onto Ziva's skin. When she did finally turn the water off the bathroom was full of steam and the mirror had fogged up. She then ventured in a towel from the bathroom to the bedroom to locate some clean clothes. She pulled on her pants from yesterday and her boots and a bra but was worried when she couldn't find a shirt. Not afraid of Tony seeing her exposed anymore, she walked into the kitchen where Tony was doing dishes. He let out a low wolf whistle when he saw her in nothing more than her black lacy bra.

"Have you seen my shirt?" she asked seriously.

"No..." he said distractedly. She clicked in front of his face, and indicated that he was still wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. They stared at each other for a moment but their heads snapped towards the back door when they heard absent-minded yelling.

"Crap!" Tony shouted.

They heard a door open and the sounds became very clear: "Guys! Gibbs needs you at the..."

It was McGee, standing there, in the kitchen, Tony in his underwear and Ziva in a bra. McGee couldn't help but gawk at them. Tony and Ziva froze with embarrassment and McGee stared and stared. Tony was the first to break the silence.

"So, Gibbs needs us at the office?"

"Uh...yeah, we have, um, a..." McGee stammered, staring at Ziva's chest.

"A case, McGee?" Ziva asked as if she was fully clothed.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"OK, go, leave!" Tony said, shooing him away with his hand.

"I've got a car, you guys want a lift?"

"Sure," Ziva said. "If you stop staring at my chest."

He nodded robotically and left the room, his cheeks flushing like wildfire.

"Well, McGee just saw a part of me that I really didn't want him to see," Ziva said.

"Look on the bright side," Tony said. Ziva looked at him both sceptically and expectantly. "You made a loveless geek very happy."

...

House hunting, it turned out, took a lot of effort, especially with their jobs. For a few weeks, they drove around looking at houses for sale in their free time, but finally, they found one they liked. It was small, but not too small. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a fireplace. It was close to work; and shortened both their commutes severely. It was perfect.

It was Ziva's job to take care of the interior decorating, and she did a damn good job of it too, especially on such a budget. She got new sofas, a dining table, decorative pictures for the walls, a coffee table and a new bed for the couple. After two days of moving in they were finally settled in their new home.

Of course, Abby was the first to visit with a housewarming gift (and actually the only one) and she brought them a photo collage of the team that she had made.

"Oh, Abby, it's a beautiful gift," Ziva said, placing the photo carefully on the table and giving her friend a hug. "Tony, we need to hang this somewhere...above the fireplace?"

"I'll grab a hook and some nails," Tony said, heading up to the attic where he kept the few tools he owned.

When the picture was expertly hung for all to see and Abby was satisfied with its position, she left, leaving the two alone.

"I can't believe we have a house together," Tony said, grinning. "Just a little while ago we were nothing but co-workers lying to ourselves about our feelings and now look at us."

A/N: OK, I know it was short-ish, my mind is going a million miles an hour and all I can think about is the Boy In Striped Pyjamas. I just watched it for the first time *tear*. Anyway, I would love a review.