Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

July 2013

Senior sat the table at Fiola's. He had invited Junior out to dinner as it was nearly his birthday, and Senior was not going to be in the US when it actually happened. It was going to be the first time they celebrated Tony's birthday together in several years. Senior was looking forward to spending time with his son.

The restaurant door opened and Senior saw his son looking for him.

'Hi Dad' said Tony, hugging his father.

'Happy birthday Junior.' Tony chuckled and went to sit down. He waved to one of the waiters.

'Yes, sir?'

'Could we have another place set? We have a third person joining us' said Tony.

'Right away sir' replied the waiter, disappearing.

'A third person?' asked Senior curious as two waiters set the third place. 'A woman?'

Tony smiled slightly.

'Yes Dad. A woman. My date will be joining us.' Senior was intrigued.

'Well, where is she?'

'She just finished work. She will be soon.' Tony's phone buzzed. 'In fact, she's here now.' Tony stood up and scanned the restaurant. He waved a hand towards their table and Senior stood up to see Ziva David walking towards them, wearing a lovely black dress and looking beautiful.

'Ziva' said Senior, stepping forward and hugging her. 'You look stunning.' Ziva chuckled slightly and smiled at Tony, who smiled back. 'Are you two in a relationship now?' asked Senior. Tony and Ziva smiled again and kissed, giving Senior his answer.

Everyone sat down and ordered. Senior gave Tony his birthday present (a very nice bottle of wine).

'So' began Senior, picking up his wine glass. 'How long have you two been dating?' Tony rolled his eyes.

'Come on, Tony' said Ziva, stroking his arm. 'About a month' she added.

'Really?'

'Yeah, dad. It was in June, when we, um…' Tony trailed off.

'I thought there were rules?' asked Senior. Tony had told him about Gibbs' rules numerous times. Senior had actually started taking note of them and never went anywhere without a knife.

'I no longer work at NCIS' said Ziva.

'You don't?' Senior was surprised. Ziva shook her head.

'I have a new job. Counsellor at The Alice Edwards Foundation. They support survivors of sexual violence, mainly with counselling but also in other areas like financial support, self-defense training, and education. They also run a mentoring program as well.' Tony couldn't help but be proud of Ziva and her new job. She had been working at the foundation for about five weeks and Ziva was loving every minute.

'That's wonderful' said Senior. Ziva chuckled. Senior stood up. 'I would like to propose a toast.'

'Dad, no' said Tony, trying to protest.

'No, son. I want to. We haven't always celebrated your birthday for many reasons but I am very happy that we are doing so this year, and that Ziva was able to join us. So, Happy Birthday Tony and congratulations Ziva on the new job.'

Three wine glasses met the middle, clinking.

After they ate, Senior, Tony, and Ziva were walking back to their cars. Tony stopped to tie his shoe, Senior and Ziva continuing their walk.

'Come here my dear' said Senior, offering his arm to Ziva, who took it happily. 'How are you?'

'I am good.' Ziva glanced back at Tony. 'Really good.'

Senior watched Ziva watching Tony and smiled.

'He loves, you know' Senior said plainly.

'I know' replied Ziva. 'I love him too.' Senior smiled and patted Ziva's hand, unsure what to say. The only thing Senior ever wanted, was for Tony to be happy. He knew in his gut that Tony would be happy with Ziva.

'Hey, wait up!' called Tony. Senior and Ziva turned around and saw Tony jogging towards them.

'You OK?' asked Ziva. Tony grinned.

'Never better' he replied. Ziva laughed.

They had arrived at Senior's car.

'This is me' he said, indicating to the car and unlocking it. I better go' he added. 'Ziva, it's been wonderful to see you.' He kissed Ziva on each cheek.

'Thank you for dinner. It was lovely' said Ziva.

'My pleasure' said Senior. He turned to Tony. 'Junior.' The two men hugged again. 'Happy Birthday son. Your mother would be so proud of you.'

'Thanks, Dad' said Tony, quietly.

Senior got into his car and watched the two lovers walk away.

'So' began Tony. 'Your place or mine?' he asked Ziva. She raised an eyebrow.

'Tony, you have practically lived with me for the past three weeks.'

'So your place?' Ziva laughed and went to step near her car. Tony pulled her back by the hand and kissed her passionately. 'I love you, my ninja.'

Ziva smiled.

'I love you too, my wildcard.'

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

This one sort of carries on the previous story. I got a lot of ideas after writing it.