No matter what is going to happen in the next episodes remember: Tiva has already happened a thousand times. In every fanfiction that was written and it will happen so many times more. Don't lose hope.

The wedding

Tony watched as the sun dived into the sea. He sat in one of the sun lounge at the beach. It was a beautiful sunset but not as beautiful as the woman in his arm. Ziva lay between his legs her back and head rested on his chest. Her dress was short and white. Tony smiled; it was not easy to recognize it as a wedding dress. The short length showed the scars on her legs, which she did not cover up with make up as usual, she had not thought of bringing make-up with her. And everyone who saw her in that dress would just believe it was a normal summer dress. And it had been until today.

Everything seemed like yesterday and in fact it was only one year ago that they had been involved in this car crash. Tony was brave back then; he had taken her hand and said some sweet things before the car hit them. After that… they had messed up. Terribly. He did not want to think about it. Not about the reasons and not about the three months that followed. After that they had started to talk about the things that happened, the good and the bad and in the end he had asked her to marry him. To his surprise she'd said yes

There was a big ceremony in Washington DC planned for tomorrow. Gibbs would lead Ziva down the aisle and hand her over to Tony. The church would be crowded. All NCIS Agents were invited. He knew Ziva had chosen a great dress, even though he had not seen it yet and there would be a very big party in the end until morning light.

Although they both were excited about all this they had looked at each other yesterday when Shmiel gave them their wedding present -because he was not able to be there the actual day- and agreed to do this. Shmiel had given them two tickets to Aruba for that evening and they just had packed a small bag and went to the airport. This afternoon the old man was with them in the small church. At least that was what Tony remembered. He had only paid attention to Ziva who stood by his side looking into his eyes as the priest and the rabbi had pronounced them husband and wife. At least he thought it was a priest and a rabbi, it could have easily been a Buddhist and a Clown. Or the president and Elvis. He didn't know. All that mattered to him was, that Ziva was his now.

Her bouquet was only a single red rose which she handed over to a young girl who was outside of the church when they came out.

Now she shifted and got up. The sun was already gone. She held a hand out to him: "Come. I want to enjoy our wedding night before we need to get to airport tomorrow morning."

He got up and took her hand as they walked back to the simple but clean hotel they stayed in.

"You mean tonight. The plane will leave at 2 am."

"So we have no time to waste." She said with a smile: "I want you to make love to me."

Tony smiled. In the beginning of their relationship she had never used the term. And she said he was the man who showed her true intimacy. He was not sure if it was true but he liked to believe it.

…

Shortly before they had to get up or else miss their plane, Ziva lifted her head from his chest and looked at him. Tony grinned, she would say the words. The three words she so rarely said. They both didn't say them often; there was no need for it even though today both had said them about a hundred times.

But she surprised him when she said: "You are mine now."

His grin grew bigger: "Yeah. And you are mine."

Later when they were on the plane they agreed that –no matter how the big wedding would be- this had been perfect. A wedding were they could just concentrate on each other and nothing else.