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Chapter 10

Ziva rocked back onto her heels and let out a sigh of relief, he was alive, he was alive!

"Where is my Father?" Tony choked out.

"My Agents are dealing with him now, we have enough evidence against him now to send him away for a very long time – you did good son…" Gibbs said placing a calloused hand upon Tony's sodden shoulder.

"It's really over…" Tony sighed and let his head rest back against the concrete floor.

"Boss," An NCIS agent ran in on the group "I've sorted out the pumping system the room should be draining now…"

"Good work Mercuio.." Gibbs said nodding his approval to the young man who quickly disappeared again.

"Ziva," Gibbs said looking at the bedraggled teenager "Take Tony back to your house and get him changed and bandage his hands…"

"Gibbs what about my Dad?" Ziva whispered harshly

"He's in Tel Aviv and will be for the next three days, he left two hours ago, Jenny informed me." With that Gibbs stood up and left the two alone.

Ziva grasped Tony's shoulder and helped to pull the weakened teenager up and helped Tony walk out of the room which had nearly cost him his life. The pair gently trudged down the panelled corridors of the mansion. They left puddles of filthy water at their feet as they pushed forward. Tony walked out into the bright sunshine, gently slipping off his stained and wet suit jacket he walked over to a handcuffed man who was fighting against two armed federal agents.

Tony slipped off his skinny tie and dumped by his feet still powering forwards, Ziva watched him carefully as the man she was falling for continued to walk towards the man who had tried to kill him, his own father.

"Get your hands off me!" Senior shouted at the top of his lungs as he continued to battle with the two agents.

"Father…" Tony said softy and Senior turned around to glare at him

"You!" The older man spat "You have betrayed me, your own father!"

"No, you are not my Father, biologically you may be related to me but you have never been my Father. The only time you were proud of me was when you thought that I had joined you and your dirty friends. You're dead to me, and you always have been. But you see I have the final laugh father, while you sit rotting in jail, thinking about all the lives that you have ruined I will be doing what I always wanted to be doing, my dreams."

"Oh yeah?" Senior said harshly "How you going to do that without a family or a dime to your name?"

"I'll earn it, and I am the sole heir to Mother's family fortune and I am sure that will pay for lawyers to claim the DiNozzo fortune."

"Ha!" DiNozzo Senior laughed "You really think you were going to inherit my fortune, hell you have never been on my will and you can sure as hell assume it won't be now!"

"I don't want your money Father, unlike you I am not overpowered with greed and jealousy. I'm happy with what I got. I have the clothes on my back, a car to take me to the nearest employment centre and when I turn 18 this house will be rightfully mine."

"Oh yeah and how the hell do you fathom that?"

"You see it was purchased under Mother's name and seeming as you didn't contribute a cent towards it then the house was hers. Somehow your lawyers managed to pull off a miracle which kept it under your name but when I turn 18 it was left in Mum's will that it becomes mine…as for the rest of your fortune and wealth. Well that's being seized by the FBI right now. I thought it might take them a little while to find all your deposit spots so I decided to draw them a nice helpful map." Tony smiled sarcastically and checked his watch "Hell they should be finished right about now, the objects will be stored as evidence and your money will go back into the government. I asked if it could be directed towards child care because we all know how much you love kids." Tony smiled again.

"What have you done?" Senior asked the colour draining out of his face.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." Tony said keeping his face stoic.

The agents forcefully into the car and it pulled away leaving Tony stood alone on the pavement. Ziva walked up to him and they looked up at the sky which was quickly clouding over and the temperature was dropping.

"Come on lets get you inside before you freeze to death, I have nearly lost you once today I am not prepared to go through that again!" Ziva said as she grabbed Tony's hand and led him towards her house.

Ziva opened the door to find a carefully scribbled note pinned to the wall in front of her, she ripped it off and read it silently. She could feel Tony's presence behind her and his steady breathing kept causing her distraction.

"So where's Michael?" Tony asked softly.

"According to this he is in Tel Aviv with my Father." Ziva said as she threw the note into the bin. "Right lets get your wounds sorted out."

"Please Ziva I am fine…" Tony started but Ziva grabbed the wrist which he was cradling to his chest and pinched it lightly, Tony winced lightly "Alright I'm not but it is nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"Oh yeah and why is that?" Ziva asked

"Because you're no longer my girlfriend, and I don't think your boyfriend Michael would be too impressed when he came back home."

"First of all I am still your friend and I care about you deeply Tony, I care more for you than any other person, apart from my mother and sister of course. And for some reason Tony you keep protecting me even after I have hurt you so much, and this is the least I can do to repay you. And secondly Michael is NOT my boyfriend, we're just, it's complicated…"

"Oh yeah, well you two looked quite cosy a few weeks back when you were snogging in the middle of the school field."

"Tony, please you have to understand…" Ziva started

"Then please explain to me Ziva what the hell is going on me, because at the moment the way you're treating me is giving me whiplash!"

"Tony I promise I will explain everything as long as you promise me that you will allow me to fix up your wounds…" Tony nodded slowly and Ziva led him towards the bathroom and she pushed him down onto the rim of the bathroom as she riffled through the cupboards trying to find a first aid kit. Ziva saw it and pulled herself onto tiptoes as she tried to reach the top shelf. Tony who was still sat down now had a perfect view of Ziva's behind and he smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow "Stop checking out my ass Tony!" Ziva said sternly.

"Sorry," Tony said sheepishly and averted his gaze.

"Now take off your shirt." Ziva said as she began to organise he supplies she needed.

"Really David? Now Mikey-boy is really not going to like that." Tony said grinning.

Ziva took a step back for a moment and ran her eyes up and down Tony "Who are you and what have you done with my DiNozzo?"

"Your DiNozzo, and what do you mean?" Tony asked.

"When I met you two months ago Tony you couldn't even say someone's first name and now you are joking and that grin has not left your face…"

"It's over Zi, it really is over I can finally live a normal life, I can go to school without being known as the murder's son. I can get a job, I can find the girl of my dreams." With that Tony brought up his thumb and gently stroked Ziva's cheek.

"Tony we cannot do this." Ziva said sternly.

"There we go again." Tony said as he dramatically snapped his head to one side "Whiplash."

"Please Tony, my Father said that if I continued to date you then he would kill you and you cannot underestimate that Tony. You know what Mossad is and I just couldn't risk your life for something as petty as my happiness." Ziva bit her bottom lip.

"And what about my happiness?"

"You would of moved on and found somebody with less…luggage."

"Baggage Ziva, Baggage and you really don't think that I have problems with baggage, hell look at what has happened in the past few weeks…"

"Exactly you had enough troubles of your own you did not need to burden you with mine, I did this for you Tony!" Ziva cried.

"So while you left me floundering and wondering what the hell I had done to hurt you so much you went back to Tel Aviv and while you were there you decided to rekindle your old relationship with Rivkin."

"And we're back to second names." Ziva said sarcastically

"And so what if we are David?" Tony spat as he stood up to loom over Ziva.

"I never wanted to see Michael again, when I left Israel we were not on the best of terms, but my father and his decided to cut a deal. My Father would allow Michael to come back with him to America and a guaranteed position in Mossad as long as he would marry me."

"Marry you?" Tony choked out.

"Yes Tony, back in Israel marriage can still be used as a tool between the most powerful families, by marrying Michael I would create an allegiance between our families which my Father could rely upon in difficult times.." Ziva trailed off.

"So you're engaged to him?" Tony asked as his face began to darken.

"Something like that, I do not want to marry him Tony, for I am already in love with somebody else."

"Who?" Tony asked as his breath caught in his throat.

"You Tony, I am in love with you and I have no idea how but someone you have made me fall for you and all your….baggage." Ziva smiled softly at Tony and he returned it will a full blown smile that lit up the room. "Now take off your shirt!" Ziva ordered

"Whoa you really are eager aren't you Miss David." Tony said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"You have injured your wrists and I need to treat them Tony- nothing else."

Tony slipped off his shirt and Ziva carefully kneeled down and wiped the wounds with antiseptic oil, she then carefully bandaged the wounds. She then placed a brace over Tony's a brace over Tony's sprained wrist and tried to get him into a sling which he stubbornly refused saying he could do without it.

"I don't need it Ziva." Tony said stubbornly but he couldn't prevent the smirk playing on his lips.

"Suit yourself." Ziva fake glared at Tony.

"You're cute when you're angry." Tony said grinning. Ziva punched Tony in his still bare torso, "Fine, fine not cute, beautiful."

"Better." Ziva whispered as she gently leaned up and captured Tony's lips with her own. Tony carefully wrapped his arms around her neck and drew her closer to him. Ziva snaked her hands up and buried them in Tony's hair. Ziva felt herself being pushed against the wall as the kiss became more passionate, Ziva ran her hands up and down Tony's bare chest as she pushed her tongue into his mouth feeling delighted as she heard Tony's low groan.

Tony then pulled away, Ziva tried to follow him but he simply leaned his forehead against hers breathing heavily.

"I think we should stop otherwise I might get a bit carried away…" Tony whispered.

"And that would be a bad thing?" Ziva tried to stabilise her breathing but kept her eyes closed.

"Right now, after I nearly drowned and you had to save me, when you have just explained that you are engaged. Yeah Zi I think now is probably a bad time. I don't want to push you into anything and as much as I would like to be selfish and carry you off to something off to the other side of the world where we can be alone I couldn't do that – not to you Ziva, you mean too much to me."

"Oh please, be selfish." Ziva whispered.

"Maybe another day, perhaps not in your Father's house?" Tony smirked and led Ziva out of the bathroom forgetting his T-shirt which was still laying abandoned n the bathroom.

"Gibbs says you will have to make a statement in the morning, he wants you to head into the headquarters, would you like me to come with you, I have to go in to give my statement as well." Ziva said quietly.

"Yeah I would like that." Tony smiled. "Do you have a T-shirt or something? I apologise for asking and as much as I could see the benefits of me standing shirtless in front of you, Mikey-boy might get the wrong idea if he found out."

"And what making out in the bathroom certainly won't give him the wrong idea?"

"You have just found a small hole in my otherwise perfect plan Miss David."

"So tell me what is 'the right idea' Tony?" Ziva asked.

"I don't want Michael to know that I am not only in love with his fiancée but I also appeared to have jumped her in the bathroom when she was innocently cleaning my wounds."

"Why do you always make yourself sound like the bad guy? If anything Tony I jumped you." Ziva smiled coyly. "And I think I have a hoodie somewhere…."

Ziva disappeared for a moment before returning with a male Jack Wills hoodie, "Jack Wills Ziva? And who does this belong too?"

"It is mine, I picked it up when I was in the UK, it seems to be quite a craze amongst teenagers there, I thought that a baggy hoodie might come in handy in America.

Tony slipped it on, it was a little tight but this only showed off his highly formed muscles even more. Ziva cast and appreciative eye which Tony noticed. Tony turned and looked out the window, the skies, which had been clear before had now became dark and as the sun began to dip below the sky small flakes of snow began to fall.

"It's snowing." Tony said softly as he looked out the window in amazement "The last time it snowed here I was 5 years old, me and Mum went and built a giant snowman in the back garden. Dad refused to leave his office."

"I have never seen snow, sure I have seen it on TV and stuff but in Israel we don't tend to get snow in the desert."

Tony smiled softly and grabbed Ziva's arm leading her towards the front door "Well lets go show you the magical wonder which is snow.."

Ziva laughed as Tony dragged her out the front door and into the middle of the street, she watched in amazement as the flakes slowly spiralled downwards before settling on the ground.

"Catch one with your tongue…." Tony whispered in Ziva's ear, the snow was falling more heavily now.

"Why?" Ziva said spinning around to face him.

"Because," Tony said shrugging "Because its fun.

Ziva looked at Tony sceptically before tentatively casting out her tongue, she waiting a moment before her eyes snapped open wide surprise as a cold flake came in contact with her tongue.

She turned around to she Tony laughing his head off "What?" She demanded

"Ziva only you could take an American tradition which is accepted by millions and look like a complete and utter idiot while doing it!" Tony's laughter was cut off sharply when a snowball smacked into the side of his face. He glared angrily at Ziva and began scooping up the snow around him.

The pair played out in the falling snow for hours and the simple cries of joy echoed down the streets. Tony grabbed Ziva and twirled her into his chest and looked down at her with a look of adoration and love. He then slowly bent down and kissed her softly.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too Tony," Ziva said softly "And no matter what we will find a way to get through this, somehow everything will end up alright."

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