A/N: This is the last chapter, guys. Chapter 10. I hope you enjoyed Jealousy. I didn't expect it to get to the end really, or the attention it did. I was shaking writing some of the chapters though. :( I don't own anything, enjoy.
"Okay."
It had been two days. Two damn hectic days since she'd spoken that word to him.
Two days since he'd confessed everything.
She'd said nothing more to him in those two days, leaving him alone to his thoughts. He didn't try to chase her, he didn't try to corner her and force more out of her than "Okay."
Ziva David would talk on her own time. He knew her well enough to be sure that speaking would simply be pushing it and hurt them both in the end.
The sun had long set over DC as Tony DiNozzo sat on his couch. The same one he'd sat on when he'd gotten that phone call, the one that made him want to cry for her and hug her.
That one phone call that had given him a chance to save her… again.
Admitting to her that he loved her was hard. He hadn't admitted it to himself even, before then, anyway.
He'd known that he'd loved her. He'd known that he'd do anything for her.
But he'd never allowed himself to think that he could love after the disaster that was Jeanne.
All the women in his life seemed to be taken away from him some way. Kate, shot by Ari. Paula, killed by a bomb to save them all. Jeanne, all part of an undercover op that could never end right.
He'd keep Ziva beside him as long as he could.
Two days nearly killed him. He'd barely gotten enough sleep to pay attention to Gibbs.
He'd seen her eyes go to him occasionally, unsurely, and he'd just meet her eyes, and she'd just look away from him.
Now, however, Tony sat, quiet, his mind racing again. This was so familiar.
His own words, and her word, had echoed in his mind since he'd spoken.
Ziva David, I think I love you.
"Okay."
He was drawn from his thoughts as the doorbell rang.
It was 10 o'clock at night. Why would anyone be visiting him? Wanting nothing more than to sink back onto the couch and allow himself to think, he hurried over to the door.
He didn't look to see who it was.
Frankly, he didn't care much.
The door opened with a twist of the knob, revealing Ziva.
She looked upset.
He bit his lip, and began to try and speak, but her stare shushed him.
Without a second thought, her hand lifted to his cheek and, softly and slowly, she kissed him.
"Okay."