A/N: Hi, guys! So, most of you seemed to be on board with the proposal, which I am very glad about. So here is a new chapter!

Ziva felt rigid.

He hadn't actually just said that, had he?

Had he?

"What?" That was all she seemed to be able to say. She sat up, wrapping Tony's sheets around her body. The bed, to which they had occupied some time ago, now felt icy cold on her exposed skin.

Tony reached into the drawer on the side of his bed and pulled out a small, velvet box. Ziva's eyes widened.

He did say it.

"Ziva, I love you," Tony said softly. "You are the most amazing and special woman I have ever met. You're my Miss Right and, well, I want you to be my Mrs Right."

The cold melted away instantly when she realised:

I have wanted this for so long.

It's ironic that time in the land of the free would make careless, reckless Ziva want to commit to someone, but irony was the furthest thing from her mind right now. It made her further fear the reason she had broken up with him, but she loved Tony. She would not think twice about the choice to spend the rest of their lives together, there was no question that it was what she wanted. And it gave her hope, and reassurance, that while they were apart, they were all that was on each other's minds.

Lightly, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek and touched his lips with hers.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked through kisses.

"Does a bear sit in the woods?"

He grinned against her kiss and slipped the sparkling diamond ring onto his new fiancé's finger.

…

Ziva had arrived at Tony's at 1700 that afternoon. Tony had come home at 1730. Now, it was eight o'clock and they were engaged.

"I want to come to D.C. with you, and tell the team," Tony said.

Ziva agreed and within seconds he was on the phone to Callen about to make up an excuse for sick leave.

"Tony," he answered. "I was just about to call you, I've got news."

"What?" Tony asked. "What news?"

"The Director's assigned a new agent to our team—she's spoken to Vance, and you're free to go home and start back in Washington on Monday."

A wide grin spread across Tony's face. "That's great! I've enjoyed working with you."

"You too, DiNozzo. Say hello to your boss for me."

Tony snapped his phone shut. "They got a new agent assigned to their team. They don't need me anymore!"

"You're coming back to D.C.?" Ziva asked excitedly.

"DiNozzo's back!"

…

It was early Monday morning when Abby sauntered into her lab, sipping her first Caf-Pow of the day. Glancing over to the poster on the wall to the left of her with pictures of Tony, she noted that it was a new day, and the day count would be higher. She ripped off yesterday's note and replaced it with a fresh one that said "63" in pink marker.

She sighed and began to fire up her machines for the day, and the gentle sounds of engines humming filled the lab. One of her computers had been left on for a DNA search on their current case but had come up negative. She was not looking forward to telling Gibbs that fact, especially at—she glanced at her wristwatch—six thirty in the morning.

She heard the distinct ding of the elevator outside.

Right on cue, she thought. And just as well, they needed to have a talk about this situation with Tony. After what McGee had told her about them breaking up and Ziva going after him, she believed the best thing for their relationship would be together again—at the same place.

"Gibbs!" she said impatiently. "Look at that!" she pointed to her poster.

"What about it, Abs?" he asked.

"It's been sixty-three days, Gibbs. Sixty-three days since Tony's been in LA. That's one thousand, five hundred and twelve hours. That's ninety thousand, seven hundred and twenty minutes. Five million—"

"Abby!" he snapped. "This goin' somewhere?"

"Where it's going is, you didn't even try to get him back, even when you knew what had happened between him and Ziva the night before."

"What happened between him and Ziver the night before, Abby?" he enquired.

Abby frowned. "You didn't know? Wow, there's a first. Anyway, sixty-three days is far too long to wait, and you let Ziva snap on her own, and she's gone to LA to try and make up."

"They broke up? Then what happened?"

"Well, I don't know, Ziva's coming back today. I didn't wanna call her in case it went badly and she was upset."

"Oh believe me," said a voice. "It went wonderfully."

"Ziva!" Abby cried happily, running over to hug her friend. "What happened? Tell me everything!"

"I think you'll need me to get the whole story," came another, deeper voice.

"Tony!" she squealed, engulfing him in an even more powerful hug than she had given Ziva.

"Abby…can't…breathe…" he wheezed, and she released.

"Gibbs," he greeted his boss with a nod.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs replied with a sliver of a smile. "Wasn't expecting ya back so soon. Been kinda quiet around here."

And with that, he left the lab, seeing on Abby's monitor that the DNA test came up negative.

"Why do I get the feeling that telling him is going to be incredibly difficult?" Ziva murmured to Tony.

"Tell him what?" Abby asked, quick as a fox, bouncing up and down on the spot like a five year old that had just eaten an entire packet of Pixie Sticks.

The couple smiled at one another and Ziva held up her left hand. Abby let out a squeal, wrapping her arms tightly around both of them. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" she screamed. "This is amazing! Congratulations!"

"Thanks," Tony said, smiling like crazy.

No one heard the elevator doors open again, and as Tony watched Abby admiring Ziva's ring he heard footsteps behind him.

It was Gibbs.

Tony quickly stepped into the hallway to talk in private with his boss.

"When did ya pop the question, DiNozzo?" he asked, his expression blank.

"Look, Gibbs," Tony began to say, emphasising this was important by using his name as he very rarely did. "I know you've had some bad experiences with marriage, but"—he looked over his shoulder, through a crack in the door where he could see the two women talking excitedly—"I love Ziva and I'm not getting any younger. We're getting married and there isn't anything you can say—"

Gibbs rested a warm hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Treat her right, got it?"

A smile tugged at Tony's lips. "Got it, Boss," he replied.

"I know you will, Tony. It's good to have you back."

"Good to be back."

…

It rained that night.

But by nine, the team were still in the squad room, having a campfire over pizza. Tony hadn't missed the little looks between Tim and Ziva when they'd told him the news, Abby in tow just to see his reaction. The Senior Field Agent couldn't help but believe he had something to do with Ziva's sudden motivation to see him on Friday. And for that he could only thank the man.

He had Ziva, he was back home and the team were one again.

But he knew it wouldn't last long. After all, it never did.

A/N: I just have one thing to say: today I was hit was what I think might be one of the strangest and best ideas ever and I thought it would be perfect for this story. But I must warn you, a lot of you will probably think I am terrible but honestly, until today I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this story. There will be drama! Please review :)