Rifiuto: Non Mirena

Tel Aviv,

Israel

2004

"You have nothing to be nervous about."

He stopped fiddling with his tie and turned, watching as she slipped into her heels from her place on the edge of their bed. "Easy for you to say, Zivaleh. You were born here. Sarah and I weren't."

She stood, going to him and taking the tie. A moment passed before she quickly fixed it for him, tightening it gently as she met his gaze. The McGees had returned to Ireland a week after the fiasco that had been Shabbat dinner; Kathleen had gone reluctantly, still unable to understand how John could just allow their children to stay. And in the intervening months before the new year, Tim and Sarah had applied for, and been approved, Israeli citizenship. The swearing-in ceremony was that morning, and both siblings were nervous.

"You will be fine, Tim. You and Sarah are as much Israeli as Tali and I are." He rolled his eyes, sliding his arms around her waist as she smoothed the front of his shirt. "Do you believe you made the right decision?"

"With all my heart, Zivaleh." She smiled softly and nodded.

"Well, as long as you and Sarit do not cast aside your religion, I will still allow you in my bed." He chuckled, and she grinned. "I am serious, Tim." She slid her arms around his neck. "The fact, that you and Sarah worship Catholicism instead of Judaism... it makes you different. It makes you unique. Beautiful in a way others here are not. And that... you do choose to go to synagogue with us... I know it touches Ima and Abba deeply, that you are willing to embrace our religion. And... that you allow us to embrace yours. It is a part of you- Catholicism- a part I would hate to see die away. It is one of the reasons I love you."

The kiss was soft, and then turned heated- she reluctantly pulled away, resting her forehead to his. "Later. I promise."

He groaned as she slid one hand down to gently caress him, a tiny grin tugging at her features as she kissed him once more and then pulled away. "Zivaleh, you're killin' me here." She giggled, returning to him once she'd grabbed her light suit jacket and purse.

"Am I?" She asked innocently, returning her hand to gently cradle him as she pressed herself into his side. "Good." She leaned close. "Because once the ceremony is done and we have returned from Abba and Ima's, I am going to spent the entire weekend making love to you. Neither of us are going to leave this bedroom for the next two days." She kissed his cheek. "Oh, and I know how much you love Ima's Sachertorte with her marzipan filling."

"What about it?" Ziva grinned.

"She gave me the recipe last week when I asked. I hope you do not mind sharing with me tonight." He slid his arms around her waist; the shift caused her to stroke him, and she giggled. "If I did not know you, Timothy, I would say that was deliberate." She teased, as he leaned down capturing her mouth. He tightened his hold on her, one hand working to tug her blouse free and slip between her skin and her skirt. He quickly unhooked the back of it before slipping his hand along her waist and sliding down between her thighs. He found the small bundle of nerves between her legs and gently worked to roll it through her lace lingerie.

She let out a moan, pushing herself into him and arching her back slightly. Eventually, however, she forced herself to pull away, knowing their family would be waiting for them at the courthouse. "Later, Tim. I promise, we will finish this later." She turned him around, pushing him towards the bathroom. "Now go wash your hands before I wash mine and then we can leave."

Once he was gone, she quickly re-hooked her skirt and re-tucked her blouse, forcing herself to think of something to calm her down. The last thing they needed was to show up flushed; neither she nor Tim would hear the end of it from Rivka. After they both washed hands, they left the apartment, making it to the courthouse in record time.

The ceremony was long, as ceremonies were, but worth it. As they left the courts, both Tim and Sarah with their passports in hand, Rivka turned to her family. She reached out, taking Sarah's hand and pulling her into a hug. "I am so proud of both of you." She kissed the girl's head, meeting Tim's gaze. "I just wish Ari had been here to see you two."

Someone tapped on Tim's shoulder, and he turned, eyes widening in shock. "Ari?" The older man chuckled, holding out his arms.

"Mazal Tov, akh katan."

"Ari!" Sarah pulled away from Rivka, throwing herself into the doctor's arms at the same time Tim did. He laughed, kissing each forehead as he wrapped his arms around the pair whom he considered his siblings. "What are you doing here? Abba told us you could not make it-"

Tim turned back to their surrogate parents. The simple wink Rivka cast his way- so like her daughters- was all the confirmation he needed.

"Toda, Ima." He whispered, making his way her. The older woman smiled softly at him, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his temple.

"Ahava, al lo davar." Tali and Ziva shared a glance; it had been tough keeping such a big important secret, but getting to witness Tim and Sarah's reactions had been worth it. It was so rare that Ari returned to Israel, thanks to his schedule at the hospital, so when he did, he often made the most of his visits or only came down for important events- holidays, anniversaries, citizenship ceremonies. He would be in Tel Aviv for the next three days before flying out again on Friday, heading back to England, and the four would do all they could to catch up with him in those intervening three days.

Ziva watched as Tim pressed a kiss to Rivka's cheek and then did the same to Eli in thank you before returning to Ari and Sarah.

She sighed as Tali linked arms with her and pressed a kiss to her cheek before resetting her head to her sister's shoulder. Ziva held her close.

But tonight, he would be hers.