Aren't you guys sooooo excited for the 'Berlin' episode? Ooooooh Tony and Ziva going to Berlin. Did you guys see that slow dance spoiler photo? Might drive over to LA just to watch them film NCIS.

Previously...

"TONY!" Ziva sobbed as she brought her arms around Tony, desperately searching for any signs of life, finding none. She checked his heartbeat, still finding none. She sobbed into Tony's chest, her own heart aching for the man she loved. Martino and Gibbs slowly woke up to find Ziva sobbing onto Tony's chest, screaming his name from time to time. Immediately Martino and Gibbs rushed to Tony's side, stopping in their tracks as they came to a final conclusion. Tony was dead, forever gone from the world.

Or is he?

Tony woke up in the same field of grass he was in the two-month coma, which was strange since the movies always depicted heaven as being in the clouds with white and golden gates, and you would pass through those gates with flowers on your head and wearing silky white robes. This definitely wasn't hell since there was no fire anywhere, or red devils with pointy tails and pitchforks. Strange.

Getting up, he looked down at himself to find himself in the exact same condition he was when he supposedly died; Black Baraclava, black bulletproof vest over a black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. He had both of his combat knives on either side of his hips, and a garrote wire in his pocket. There was a 3 inch-wide hole in his side, and a nasty stab wound in his chest. The blood stopped flowing, and he didn't feel any of the pain or ache that would've came with such wounds.

"I see you're awake now, Tony," a voice resounded from behind him. Spinning around, he came face-to-face with Alessandra who was holding something in her hands.

"Where am I? How long have I been asleep?" Toy inquired, obviously flustered.

"Well you aren't dead if that's what you're wondering, and you've been asleep for a little over a week," Alessandra answered somberly.

"What!? How could I be alive? You told me that I would have to give my own life to take away his, and if that didn't kill me, how did I not bleed to death?" Tony fired off.

"Well I lied," Alessandra chuckled which drew a confused look from Tony. "When I first told you that you would die in the process, I wasn't lying. You did die, physically. However, your Sixth Sense still lives inside your body, thus allowing you to communicate with me via heaven." Alessandra said as she gestured around her. "This area around you is indeed heaven, though you aren't actually inside it yet. Simply outside the gates, like the front lawn."

Tony stammered, "Wh-wha-how-heaven!?" Alessandra nodded her affirmation. "In my hands I hold the key for you to reenter the physical world, to come back from the dead. I only lied to you because I needed to ensure your soul was pure, that you had good intentions." Alessandra stated.

Tony felt that he could literally jump 30 feet in the air in glee. "YES!" Tony exclaimed as he ran over to Alessandra who was laughing. Tony quickly kissed both of her cheeks before Alessandra handed Tony the key.

"Wait, what happens when I go back?" Tony inquired, somewhat skeptical of just coming back to life.

"Well, you simply wake up in your body, wherever that might be at this moment. The best part is that every single scar and wound you have will vanish, including the problem with your lungs." Alessandra stated, still chuckling from Tony's sheer happiness.

"Oh my god thank you!" Tony practically screamed as he held the key in his hands.

"You're welcome Tony. Oh and by the way if you ever need me, just visit me in your mind. I'll come to you." Alessandra said.

"Ooh thanks!" Tony said as he slowly faded into nothingness.

"He's a spitting image of you, Sergio!" Alessandra exclaimed as Sergio embraced her in a kiss.

The funeral was held in the Navy Yard in front of NCIS in memory of Anthony D. DiNozzo. Family, coworkers, and even some Mossad Officers came to the funeral. Gibbs, McGee, Ducky, and even Malachi came up to speak of all the good times and memories they had of Tony. All the laughs, all they crying, the good things. No one could say anything bad about Tony. He just had that kind of impact on people which made him hard not to like. Well except Kort, and Jeanne, and...a lot of other people...

The funeral was decided to be an open-casket where each person would lay flowers on his body. After Abby gave her eulogy, Ziva went to stand next to Tony's body. After laying her flowers on his body, she went up to the podium to deliver her eulogy.

"As you are all aware, this funeral service is in the loving memory of...Tony DiNozzo," Ziva said as a fresh set of tears ran down her cheeks. "I have known him for the last eight years of my life. Through good and bad, we have always maintained a strong friendship and partnership. When I first met him, I was under the impression that he was a simple-minded Italian playboy." Ziva said, drawing several chuckles. "But as I got to know him better, I began to see through that, and learned he was so much more. Behind the arrogant and cocky exterior, he was a caring, loyal, and loving person who would give...his life...to save another." Ziva said as she choked back a sob. "After he saved me from Somalia...I realized something. I realized that...I loved him. In his final minutes, he admitted to me that he felt the same." Ziva said, choking back another sob. The crowd all drew a gasp, a haunted and shocked look on their faces. Confused, Ziva decided to ignore their expressions and finish her eulogy. "I still do not understand what happened or how it happened, but in some way he could have saved his own life by ending mine. The man who ended his life was a cold-hearted man known as Mark Costa. Tony sacrificed his own life to save mine, and for that I am grateful. However, the pain of his sacrifice never goes away, and I don't think it ever will. I love you, Tony DiNozzo, and I forever will." Ziva choked out as she let a small sob. The entire crown had looks of sheer terror on their faces.

"Me too, Sweet Cheeks," a voice whispered in her ear. Ziva's jaw dropped, her face a mix of confusion and happiness, but mostly confusion. Turning around slowly, she was met face-to-face with one Very Special Agent.

"Miss me?" Tony said, their faces mere centimeters away. Ziva wrapped her arms around Tony's neck and launched her lips onto his. Tony wrapped his arms around her torso as he deepened the kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth, their bodies pressed firmly against each other. In that moment it was only them, just two people deeply in love, practically devouring each others faces. Nothing could bring them out of this moment. Nothi-

*SMACK*

Startled, Tony and Ziva both broke from the kiss to look up at Gibbs, who was smiling, but still looked like he could kill someone.

"That was for breaking Rule 12." Gibbs said as he brought a much harder headslap onto Tony's head. "And that's for dying on me when I gave specific orders that you only die when I allow you to. Didn't even ask me for permission!" Gibbs said as he gave a wider smile that told Tony that he was still grateful that Tony was still alive.

"Sorry boss." Tony replied, not letting go of Ziva. The entire funeral service erupted into applause and cries of joy.

"Don't worry son, I'm just glad you're back. But you will have to explain what the hell is going on later." Gibbs said as he gently rubbed the back of Tony's head in an endearing way.

"I love you, Tony," Ziva said as she brought him in for another kiss, tears of joy slipping from her eyes. Slowly breaking out of the kiss, Tony rested his forehead on Ziva's as he looked deep into her eyes.

"I love you too, Ziva," Tony said as he brought Ziva into the most passionate kiss he ever had in his life. Snowflakes fell down in the winter air, each with a slight golden gleam in it. Everyone was in awe as they stared at the snowflakes slowly falling, a truly breathtaking sight. Each flake glowed in a bright and vibrant gold, an audible twinkle could be heard as each snowflake slowly drifted towards the ground.

A/N: Actually nvm, over lol.