A/N: I'm still thinking about an epilogue, but I will not promise anything.

P.S. those of you who read Noises, expect another chapter/the epilogue

"So what was that about last night?" Tony asked as they walked through the parking lot the next day, hand in hand.

"What do you mean?" Ziva asked, turning her head to look at him for a second.

"When you texted and said Belle confessed, and you also said you loved me."

"I'm I not allowed to say I love you, because I really do."

"I know, I love you too, Ziva. It just seemed like you, I don't know…" he trailed off.

"While we were alone, Belle and I were talking, and she asked how long we had been together for. I had said only for the two days on the beach, but that I had loved you for a long time before that. And she had asked what took me so long. She said we never know when the last time we would see each other is, what the last words will be. That is why she did it you know, killed all those men. She thought that they were throwing their lives away in bars when the next time they deployed could be their last." Ziva stopped walking and looked up at Tony, taking his other hand in hers.

"I don't want to throw my life away," she whispered.

"Then marry me," Tony said, as if he had just decided on dinner for the night.

"What?" she gasped. Tony, suddenly alarmed and thinking he had done something wrong, dropped her hands and turned away.

"Nothing," he muttered, "never mind."

"No, Tony," she laughed and grabbed his hand, spinning him back around to face her. She pressed her lips firmly against his, making sure he got the message.

"Is that really what you meant with that whole big speech?" he asked when they parted.

"Kind of," she laughed again. "Deep down I knew that is what I wanted, but I didn't think you would actually get it."

"I am a detective, for a federal agency, and you thought I wouldn't figure it out."

"It took you eight years for you to tell me you love me."

"Took you eight years too." They stared at each other for a few seconds before a smile broke across both of their faces.

"Gibbs is going to kill us," Tony muttered as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

"It took you eight years to figure that out?" Gibbs said sarcastically as he walked by the to agents and over to his car.

"How does he do that?" Tony shook his head before attaching his mouth to Ziva's again.

-Fin-