Hey guys, I know, I suck for not updating in forever. Hopefully this chapter will make up for that. School's been hectic and I still have writer's block so any help is appreciated. Thanks to Wren for betaing!

Chapter 25

"Umm Abby…Okay Abby come on. Do I really have to wear that. Really?"

"Yes McGee, really. Now hold still." Abby lined McGee's eyes with an a jet black eye pencil. "Gidon only saw you once, but we can't take any chances. Now, hold still!" She growled as he blinked.

"Ow! You stabbed my eye." McGee jerked back when she was done. He turned around to look at himself in the mirror, taking in his all black wardrobe, gelled hair, lined eyes, and doc martens. "I look like a freak!"

"Excuse me!" Abby narrowed her eyes at him.

McGee turned around, a sheepish look painted across his face. "Sorry Abs. Are you sure this won't make me stand out though?"

"McGee, you're gonna bump into him and tag his bag, it's LA, you'll fit right in. Now go." She grinned and opened the door of the LAX security booth. She shoved McGee out into the busy airport before turning back to the monitors and watching the new arrivals.

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"How about this one Ziva?" Tony placed a wedding ring in Ziva's open palm and closed her fingers around it. He watched as she felt it. "It's really nice."

Ziva sighed and used her other hand to fumble around for his. Finding it, she placed the ring in his palm. "Tony they all feel the same to me. Round." She dropped her hand from his. "You pick. I am confident that you will make a good decision." She offered him a half smile.

Tony reflexively gave a small smile back before dropping a kiss on her temple. "Okay Z." He whispered gently. He looked back at the rings in the Tiffany's display. "Do you want gold, white gold, or platinum?" He was startled to feel his bride-to-be tense up beside him. "Ziva?"

"Tony, just make a choice okay? I do not remember what those colors look like anymore." Her voice was firm but her gaze was sad. She took a breath. "Please pick your favorite Tony. I am just happy to be with you."

Wordlessly, Tony pointed out the white gold band to the jeweler before pulling Ziva into his arms. He pressed a kiss into her hair. "I'm sorry." He murmured, surprised when Ziva pulled away.

"Never apologize. It is a sign of weakness." She tried to sound angry but instead an exhausted tone filled her voice. "I just need a minute. I am sorry Tony." She started to walk away from him, a hand held out in front of her.

"Ziva, you don't have Miera." Tony started to walk after her.

Ziva stopped walking and turned around to face him. "I am fine…Tony." She turned around to start walking again, catching her shoulder on the doorjamb. She hissed in pain, the impact jarring her still healing arm.

"Ziva!" Tony closed the distance between them with two quick strides. He carefully turned her around and gently rubbed her arm. "Are you okay?" He continued to rub her arm as he looked her over. Sorrow quickly swallowed his heart as he saw the embarrassed blush flush her cheeks and the sadness fill her dark brown eyes.

"I thought I was getting better." She whispered softly, the sadness in her voice mirrored that of in her eyes.

Tony sighed and pressed a kiss to her widow's peak. As he smoothed her hair away from her face he spoke to her gently, "You are Ziva. You are so strong, and so beautiful, and so perfect. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you."

"I am blind." She stated simply, shutting her eyes, her features troubled. "Surely you do not want to spend the rest of your life with someone who cannot even walk through a door properly."

He reached up with his thumbs and smoothed out her eyelids. "Ziva, I don't love you based on whether you can see or not. I love you because of who you are. My crazy ninja chick who can kill me eighteen different ways with a paperclip, yet somehow, cannot master American idioms. My tough as nails warrior who is also the sweetest, most caring person I know. You make me so happy Ziva David. That is why I want to marry you. And then for the rest of our lives I can try to make you as happy as you have made me."

Upon hearing his words, Ziva smiled softly and leaned into him. She tucked her head under his chin, listening to his heartbeat. "You make me happy."

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McGee strode confidently through the LAX D terminal following the directions directed by Abby through the ear-bud in his ear. "You're coming up on him Timmy. See him yet?"

"Not yet Abs." McGee whispered, looking towards the new arrivals. "You sure this will work?"

"Am I ever wrong Timmy? See him?"

"Got him." McGee replied, seeing a man matching the alias Gidon had used while traveling between DC and Tel Aviv.

"Go."

McGee started towards his target, head bobbing to a song that no one else could hear. He strutted fast, seemingly not paying attention to where he was going. As he neared the terrorist he amped up his rocker boy persona and crashed into him, causing Gidon's bag to fall to the ground.

"Lezazl! Watch where you are going you fool!" Gidon shouted at the punk who walked into him.

"Woooaaaaah sorry dude." McGee said, his words slurred in a faux, drug induced haze. "My bad." He picked up Gidon's bag, sticking the carefully disguised tracker on it. "Here's your bag dude."

Gidon snatched it from him, a hate filled glare on his face. "Hands off, you American trash." He hissed, brushing past McGee to continue his walk through the airport.

McGee watched him go for a minute before heading back to Abby's security booth. "Got it Abs."

Abby laughed. "Way to go McRockstar!"

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"Ziva...Ziva…Zee-vah." Tony whispered from his desk as he watched his partner type on her computer.

"What Tony?" Ziva snapped, fixing a glare in his general direction.

He laughed triumphantly, "So you can hear me!"

"Of course I can Tony." Ziva stood up and walked across the bullpen to his desk. Propping herself up on his side of the desk, she reached out for him, hands landing on his shoulders. She smiled to herself as she dusted off his shoulders and then let her hands travel to his tie. She straightened it before reaching up and lightly slapping his cheek.

"What was that for!" He asked.

"You were looking sloppy my little hairy butt." She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"You can't even see me." He objected.

She smiled sweetly at him. "Vision or not Tony, I know everything. Do not forget that." She kissed his cheek again and winked at him before strutting back to her desk.

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