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Tony and Ziva walked down the corridor to their apartment. It was their first wedding anniversary and had splashed out on a very fancy dinner at Fiola's, a restaurant in DC.

'Dinner was fantastic, Tony' said Ziva, as she hung off her husband's arm.

'Yes, it was. And so much better with you than anyone else Zi. You ready for dessert?' he asked, as he unlocked their front door.

'Maybe. We have no child to worry about waking up.' Tony grinned and laughed. Tali was staying with Senior again, meaning that Tony and Ziva had the apartment to themselves. They stepped in and Ziva leant against the door frame into the living room. Tony placed a searing kiss on her lips, Ziva wrapping her arm around his neck.

'God, I love you Ziva.'

'I love you too Tony.'

They continued kissing as they moved into the apartment, taking their coats off, ignoring them as they fell to the floor. They eventually stopped kissing, the need for breathing taking over. Tony rested his forehead on Ziva's and they enjoyed being in each other's presence.

'Why would a marksman maintain his weapon so poorly?'

'Huh?' Ziva didn't know what Tony was talking about. Tony looked back at his wife.

'Nothing' he said, with a sly grin. He bent his head down and kissed Ziva again, guiding her towards their bedroom. She broke the kiss.

'Hold that thought' she said, a twinkle in her eye. 'And come in, in about ten minutes.' Ziva smiled at Tony as she closed their bedroom door. Tony went back to living room, took off his jacket and shoes and waited.

Fifteen minutes later the bedroom door opened and Ziva stepped out wearing some lingerie that left very little to the imagination. Tony had not come into the bedroom like she had suggested. It wasn't like him. Ziva now expected to find Tony in the living, waiting for her. He was indeed in the living room, but for some reason he was crouched down on the floor playing with Tali's toy cars.

'Tony?' asked Ziva, unsure as to what was going on. 'What are you doing?' He looked up at her, a confused look on his face.

'Huh?'

'What are you doing with Tali's cars?'

'Why did Petty Officer Muldoon park all the way up here and not closer? And why did it take him three shots to hit to nail that guy? He's an expert marksman.'

'I do not know, but did you notice what I am wearing?' Tony looked at Ziva. It looked like it had finally clicked for him.

'The thing is Zi, the gun Petty Officer Muldoon had in his glove compartment was a rare antique and that's weird right?' Apparently, it had not.

'Is it?' Ziva asked, completely confused as to what was going on and was starting to get a little annoyed.

'Yes, it is because an expert marksman like that would have kept a family heirloom locked in a case. At the very least well-oiled and maintained. And it shouldn't have taken him three shots either. He would have taken him down with one shot.' Tony held up a toy car and waved at Ziva.

'Tony have you noticed what I am wearing? I bought this specially for tonight.' Ziva had moved up from a little annoyed to annoyed. Tony looked at his wife. She, as always, was stunning. Even if she had her hands on her hips and looked like she wanted to murder him.

'Oh, Zi, I'm sorry.'

'It is our first wedding anniversary, Tony. Tali is at your father's. We have the apartment to ourselves and all you can talk about is whether an expert marksman shot someone or not.' She was definitely annoyed.

'Zi, please give me a second chance.'

'Really DiNozzo? A second chance? You are clearly somewhere else, so go and figure out your mystery Tony? Go on. Who killed the man and how are you going to make this up to your wife?' With that Ziva turned around and closed the bedroom door loudly. Tony grimaced for a moment and then picked up his rucksack, gun and made his way out of the apartment.

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Ziva walked into the apartment, tired from a busy day. A staff meeting at work had over run and she had to get Senior to pick Tali up from day care. She expected to find Tali, Senior and Tony at home, and hopefully dinner as well. Fortunately, she had married man who didn't assume that his wife would do all the cooking, though dinner would probably be in the form of take out.

However, the apartment was empty and quiet when Ziva got in. No sign of Tali, Senior or Tony. Just a note pinned to a dress that was hanging up on the outside of the bedroom door. It was the dress she had worn for their anniversary dinner a few days ago. The note said to put on the dress and go onto the roof.

Ziva did as the note instructed, changing into the purple lace dress and black heels. She climbed to the stairs to the rooftop, a little nervous on what she would find.

However, she did not need to be. When she got to the top, she found Tony standing there, dressed in his best suit. The rooftop had been decorated with lights and a table with two chairs had been set up. Julie London's I'm glad there is you was playing.

'Well? What do you think sweet cheeks? They're playing our song' said Tony. Ziva couldn't help but smile. She walked over to Tony and pulled him down for a kiss. 'Does this mean I'm forgiven?' he asked cautiously. Ziva nodded.

'Yes, Tony. You are forgiven.'

'Good, because I am really sorry for ruining our anniversary.' He bent his head and kissed Ziva again, before pulling her close to himself and swaying to the music.

'Where is Tali?' asked Ziva.

'At my dad's. He said he'll have her tonight. I think they're really enjoying their little sleepovers.' Ziva laughed. She noticed two plates on the table, covered up.

'You got food?' she asked. They stopped dancing and went to sit down. True to his nature Tony had ordered take out, but from Ziva's favourite Israeli place. 'You really are pushing all the stops out.'

'Pulling the stops out Zi. Not pushing.'

'I do not care.' Ziva leaned in and kissed Tony. 'I love you Tony' she breathed afterwards.

'I love you too Zi. You're the love of my life and being married to you for the past year has made my life infinitely better.' Ziva smiled and kissed Tony again. She got up and put the cover over the food and walked over to the door.

'Where are you going?' called Tony.

'I am not in the mood for Israeli food tonight.'

'No?'

'No. I was thinking more Italian.'

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