A/N- Ok so I could possibly be the most incredibly sucky updater in existence, especially since I kept saying I would update soon. But I swear I really did intend to update, just school went back... and stuff got busy... and homework took over everything! (not even close to kidding, my teachers are evil) and so I haven't had time, then I finally got time and instead of writing got writers block!!! (sucks more than homework)
But either way I've done it now. I'm not sure if its worth the massive wait.... but I hope everyone likes it.
I'll also mention this is the last chapter. 10 seemed like a good round number.... I'm not good with summaries so I hope its not incredibly bad...So enjoy. And review. =) please

Being home Monday night was a strange feeling for Tony. He'd spent the weekend not leaving Ziva's side and now he was alone in bed in his apartment. What he wouldn't give to be back in bed with Ziva like he was last night.

He remembered laying in bed before the rest of the family got home. He had his arm around Ziva successfully spooning her, her naked back against his chest and he couldn't believe it. He could not believe that he, Anthony DiNozzo, was in bed, with Ziva David it was completely unbelievable. He wanted to stay that way for as long as possible but it was getting hard to stay awake and he slowly fell asleep.

Ziva wandered aimlessly around her bedroom. She'd eaten, she'd showered, she'd read a book and she had even finished unpacking since she had gotten home, but she still couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about the drive home….

The ride home had been much more comfortable than the drive to Long Island. Tony kept one hand holding Ziva's the whole time while keeping the other hand on the steering wheel. He loved being able to touch her whenever he felt like it and he was taking full advantage of it while Gibbs wasn't around to watch.
Ziva was sitting back into her seat with her eyes closed going over the night before, one thing still puzzled her.

"Tony?" She asked opening her eyes to look at him.

"Yeah?" He answered not taking his eyes from the road.

"About last night…." She started to say. Tony started to worry, was she going to tell him it had been a mistake and this wasn't going to work? What would he do then? He couldn't go back now. Should he let go of her hand? He wouldn't want to be holding it while she dumped him. He calmed himself, deciding not to let go of her hand, as she continued to talk.

"Why were they congratulating you?" She asked, that wasn't what he'd expected.

"Huh?" He turned to look at her quickly.

"Well the flowers." Ziva explained, "I could have lost an eye catching those but Anna congratulated you. I was just wondering what you had to do with it."

"Oh. It's nothing really." Tony suddenly understood. Ziva wasn't good with American traditions at the best of times it wasn't strange that she didn't get this one.

"But I want to know." Ziva argued, "And Josie. She was almost crying when she saw I had them. I had assumed it was a good thing."

"Well it is." Tony assured her, "You see the girl that catches..." Ziva gave him a look. "I mean the woman," Tony corrected himself. "That catches the flowers…"

"Yes…" Ziva urged him to continue.

"Well she's supposed to be the one that gets married next."

"Oh," Ziva said leaning back into her seat as she was before and not saying anymore. Tony wasn't sure what this meant.

"Look Ziva. It's just a stupid tradition." Tony started to explain hoping he hadn't scared her.

"I like tradition." Ziva defended, she didn't always follow all of them but she liked her Jewish traditions.

"Well yeah," Tony agreed, mainly to make sure he didn't get his head bitten off. "But it was just flowers, I mean they don't really mean anything." Ziva turned her head to face him, she still had the flower he had given her earlier that day sitting on the dashboard. "Well of course they mean something, otherwise you wouldn't buy flowers for people. It just doesn't mean we have to get married. I mean come on we just got together marriage would be the last thing…" Tony was struggling. Ziva said nothing she was finding this very amusing, the way Tony was talking reminded her slightly of Abby when she got excited, so she let him continue. "Not that I wouldn't want to marry you, but only if you wanted to marry me of course, but we don't have to get married because of some flowers that's just..." Ziva held a finger up to his mouth.

"Shhh…" She laughed. "I understand Tony."

"Good," Tony sighed. "I don't want you thinking we have to get married just because Josie says its tradition."

"I don't," Ziva assured him, "and what makes you so sure I wouldn't want to marry you eventually?"

"Well I dunno." Tony shrugged, to be completely honest he wouldn't mind marrying Ziva in the end, so he did what he does best and made fun of the idea. "Can you imagine Gibbs if we told him we were gonna get married?"

Ziva lay in her bed facing the ceiling. Whether or not they would ever have to tell Gibbs they were getting married, they would still have to talk to him tomorrow about being together, and that scared her, she could imagine what would happen as many times as she wanted but there was no way to know what Gibbs would say.

The next morning both Tony and Ziva arrived at work early. They were sure their news would irritate Gibbs in some way, even if he did give them his blessing, so they weren't going to make him even angrier before hand. They entered the Elevator downstairs hand in hand.

"You ready for this?" Tony tuned to Ziva.

"It has to be done." Ziva took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Why don't you let me talk to him first?" Tony offered, "No point both of us getting our heads bitten off." Ziva gave him a small smile.

"As tempting as that sounds, "she told him continuing to smile, "I think this is something we both have to do. Only problem now I how do we tell him?"

"You know we could just let him catch us in the storeroom," Tony suggested, "or do a Jimmy and use autopsy. We wouldn't have to do the awkward, Boss we need to talk, thing then."

"No," Ziva agreed, "Just the, boss we can explain, thing when he catches us." She laughed slightly.

"Good point." Tony sighed as the elevator doors "dinged" open. "If he kills us in there I just want you to know I love you."

"It is going to be fine Tony." Ziva assured him squeezing his hand as she led him into the squad room.

A/N- and end....
I know I didn't do the whole telling Gibbs thing but I kinda felt like that started a whole new lot of problems and pretty much made up a story by itself and I'm not a big fan of long-drawn-out-multiple-stories-connected sorta fics. So I'm not gonna do that. And I figured the going back to work together could be made into a sequel if people think its really necessary to have it.

Big thank you to everyone that has read this.
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