A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing! In response to a request from one of my reviewers, I will gladly add some more Tiva :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any original characters.

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Tony was sitting in bed that night leaning against the headboard while Ziva was in the bathroom down the hall getting ready for bed. The events of the day kept replaying in Tony's head. Gibbs had been so angry, rightfully so. Tony should not have let Ziva go with them, no matter what she said. He kept thinking back to what he felt when he saw that gun pointed at Ziva. His heart had nearly stopped. As soon as he saw that man's hand move to pull the trigger, logically, Tony should have pulled his own trigger and shot the guy himself. But his instincts as a husband overpowered his instincts as an agent, and he had focused on getting his wife out of danger instead. He looked down at his bandaged arm and smiled, knowing if he had to do it all over again, he would react the exact same way.

Ziva entered the bedroom wearing an oversized t-shirt and her curly hair was down over her shoulders. Tony watched her as she walked across the floor and sat next to him on the bed. Finally, she looked up and met his gaze.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Just you," Tony replied. Ziva smiled.

"Why?" she asked.

"I've just been thinking about earlier," Tony shrugged. "Seeing that gun pointed at you..."

"Yes," Ziva nearly whispered as her eyes left Tony's. She let her gaze fall to Tony's wound and she was instantly saddened. He had gotten hurt protecting her because she was too stubborn to stay behind.

"I know you tell me not to, but I still feel awful that this happened to you," she said, gesturing toward his arm with her eyes.

"Don't," Tony said. Ziva knew that he would always tell her not to feel bad about it. That's just the kind of man Tony was.

"Do you need me to do anything? Does it need re-bandaged?" Ziva asked, clearly wanting to help in some way. Tony smiled and shook his head.

"No, you don't need to do anything," he replied.

"Did you redress it before bed?" Ziva asked, already knowing the answer. Not waiting for him to speak, she rose from the bed. "Let me." Without another word, Ziva went back to the bathroom and came back moments later with disinfectant and more bandages.

"Ziva, I'm okay, really," Tony said. Ziva ignored him and began gently unwrapping his arm. She felt a pang of guilt when the bandage was removed and she saw the blood and the wound for herself. She looked at it for a moment, imagining if the wound had been worse, and being thankful that it wasn't.

"This will sting," she said quietly as she applied the disinfectant. Tony didn't respond, but he cringed slightly as Ziva treated his arm. She then gently wrapped a new, fresh bandage around his arm and placed the materials on her bedside table when she was finished. "All done."

"Thanks," Tony smiled.

"No problem," Ziva replied. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Well thanks, Zi, but I mean it. I'm okay. I'm the one who should be taking care of you," Tony said.

"You have always taken care of me," Ziva replied with a kind smile and a loving look in her eyes. She leaned in a placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"And I always will," Tony said just above a whisper, looking deep into her chocolate eyes. "I love you, Ziva."

"I love you too," she returned sweetly. "And thank you for, you know, saving me today. I have been feeling bad about what happened to you and I have not actually thanked you for what you did."

"You don't need to, babe," Tony said. "I told you I'd take a bullet for you any day. It just so happened, I got to prove that today."

"Yes you did," Ziva muttered, still upset that he was hurt.

"I would do anything for you, and I hope you know that," Tony continued. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her gaze up to meet his eyes. "Ziva, I know you haven't completely trusted me ever since how I acted after the miscarriage. I understand that. I hope that I'm making it easier for you, though, because I want you to see that I really did mean everything I said. You mean the world to me."

"I never doubted that you loved me, but yes, you have been making it more and more clear," Ziva replied. "I know you have been trying to make up for how you acted, and you really do not need to anymore."

"I feel like I could never make that up to you," Tony admitted. He thought back to how blind he had been and how much hurt he had seen in Ziva's eyes. He remembered that night in the nursery when all the pain that Ziva had been keeping in had finally surfaced and he had seen it all in front of him. Tony knew he could never take it back.

"You should not have to try and make it up to me," Ziva said. "You were hurting, and you did not know how to handle it. You chose to handle it poorly, but what's done is done. We have moved past that, and I feel like our marriage is stronger than ever. You have shown me over and over how much you care, and now we have two new babies to prepare for. I couldn't imagine living my life with anyone else in the world but you, and I want you to know I love and trust you with all my heart." For the past few months, Tony had been trying to prove to Ziva how sorry he was, and Ziva had felt his love and remorse. Today, however, Tony had risked his life to protect her. Ziva remembered how many times he had done that, even before they had been dating. She knew that Tony had always been absolutely loyal to her, and if there was one man in the world who deserved her trust, Tony was that man.

"I love you too, and I know I'll never do anything like that again-" Ziva placed her index finger on Tony's lips, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"I know," she said quietly. "I trust you." She lowered her finger from his lips and let it slide down the middle of his chest. She then lowered her head to kiss Tony's shoulder and made her way up his neck and to his lips. They were engulfed in a passionate kiss, and Ziva positioned herself to straddle Tony and wrap her arms around his neck.

"I want you," she whispered when their lips broke for a moment. Tony slid his hands under Ziva's large t-shirt and worked it off over her head.

"Lie down," he breathed into her neck as he kissed her soft skin. Tony placed his hands on Ziva's bare waist and gently moved so that she was lying on her back and he was positioned over her. Their lips met again and the passion in their kiss deepened as Ziva felt Tony enter her. A moan escaped her mouth as she felt herself losing control and becoming overwhelmed with passion and satisfaction. Later, after they had finished, Tony lowered himself onto the bed next to Ziva.

"How was it?" he asked sexily.

"Do you even have to ask?" Ziva chuckled, her breathing not yet back to normal. Tony laughed lightly and took her hand in his, caressing it gently. He turned and looked into the big brown pools that were her eyes and ran his other hand through her tousled hair.

"You are so beautiful," he said. Ziva smiled, wondering how she had ended up so lucky as to have a man like Tony. "I love you."

"I love you too, Tony," Ziva replied. "I always will." Tony wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her against him while they fell asleep. As Ziva drifted off into her peaceful slumber, she had never felt as safe as she did right then in the arms of her protector.

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A/N: I was going to go on and start the next scene of them at work, but I thought it would ruin the moment :) So, that'll just make the next chapter a bit longer than anticipated. I hope you all are enjoying so far. Please remember to review!