A/N- Hope you enjoyed the last chapter. Here is the next one

-Ziva's Apartment- December 25-6:00 pm-

Ziva looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She knew that the dress she had picked out was definitely what Tony had had in mind. She bit her lip as she stared at her straight hair. Only recently had she bought a straitener, and was not sure that she liked her hair straight. She thought it looked good, but not great. Sighing, she walked to her closet and grabbed her long white coat and purse. Her coat and the outfit she had laid out for the trip tomorrow were the only items not packed. She looked around her bare apartment and smiled. She had loved living here, and would truly miss it. As she looked down at her watch she laughed as she realized she had at least thirty minutes before she had to leave. She walked into her kitchen and took a plastic cup from the counter and filled it with water and then quickly devoured the contents. To say she was nervous about the dinner with Tony would have been an understatement. She knew that it meant nothing; that he was just saying goodbye, but she just felt deep down that it meant more. That is when her brain kicked in and reminded her that he had a girlfriend and she was moving to a different country tomorrow. Thirty minutes later she turned off her overactive mind, and got in her car to go to dinner.

-Tony's Apartment-6:57 pm-

Tony wiped his hand on the towel and checked the oven. He had been running around all evening to make sure everything was ready. He smiled as he looked into the decorated living room and dinning room. He had pulled out all of the stops; a Christmas tree, lights, candles, presents, ornaments, everything. His theme was an American Christmas. He knew that Ziva knew about Christmas and its traditions, but he assumed that she had never truly had an American Christmas. He had just put the finishing touches on the table when his doorbell rang. He looked down at his watch and smiled. "Right on time; she must be sick." He said right before he opened the door. What stood in front of him was shocking. He had never seen her look better. She had on a long white coat that stopped at her mid calf and her hair was straight. "Co…Come in." he stuttered.

Ziva chuckled as she walked in. "Stuttering problem Tony?" She asked as she removed her coat to reveal a satin red dress. It fit her body well and accentuated all of the positives.

Tony moved his mouth but nothing came out. "Can I take your coat?" He asked as his voice cracked.

Smiling evilly, Ziva promptly handed him her coat. "You look nice." She said as she pointed to his white sweater and black pants. She tried to ogle him without his knowledge, but she was pretty sure he knew.

"Thanks, you look great yourself." He led her into the living room and they sat down on the couch. "So here is my plan; dinner will be ready in about five minutes, so I thought we could eat, then open presents."

Ziva face suddenly went from happy to worried. "Tony I don't have anything for you. I had a present in mind, but could not find what I wanted so I will mail it to you. Is that alright?"

Tony smiled. "I can only imagine what it is."

"Wouldn't you like to know." She said as she leaned in close to his face.

They stayed close until Tony pulled away. "Would you like a glass of wine?" He asked as he headed toward the kitchen, trying to shake off the previous feelings.

Ziva stood and looked around the room. "That would be nice, thanks." As Tony busied himself with the drinks Ziva found a photo album and began flipping through it. She stopped at a picture of Tony when he was about eight. He was wearing a Superman costume and had a small girl clinging to his arm. His facial expression was less than enthusiastic.

"That was Suzan Smith; she annoyed the crap out of me." He said lightly as he handed her his wine. "My mom gave this to me about a year ago. I really haven't looked at all of them."

Ziva smiled as she stopped at one of his family pictures. "Your family reminds me of mine. We always had to force our smiles. Well, that is after my mom died. When she died everything changed."

Tony sat and stared at the woman in front of her. She was suddenly changing in front of his eyes. No longer was she the tough as nails agent who felt no pain, she was a woman who he could identify with. Someone who knew what his life was like. "Yeah, we had happy times, but I mainly remember the unhappy ones." He closed his eyes lightly and sighed. "Although the happy ones seem so much more vivid and real." He opened his eyes and looked at Ziva. "Maybe the unhappy memories are the price you pay for the happy ones?"

Ziva closed the album and laid it on the coffee table. "Anything good in life comes with a price Tony. The only question is; are you willing to pay that price?"

Tony let her words soak in for a moment before the oven timer went off. "That's dinner! Come on and bring the wine."

Dinner went smoothly and lasted longer than most dinners. They had a meal of ham, green bean casserole, potatoes, rolls, and a few other traditional holiday foods. During the meal they talked about anything and everything. At one point Ziva was telling a story about something stupid she had done as a child. Tony sat and watched her face light up. Her hands were moving about and her eyes dancing as she told her story. In all honesty he could have never told you what the story had been about, because he was too busy watching her. She seemed different tonight; she seemed happy. He had never seen her completely and utterly happy. He laughed at her at one point, not because what she had said was funny (in all reality he had missed the whole story) but because her laugh was so contagious. As Tony finished off his wine he smiled over at her. "Are you ready for your present?" he asked with a sly smile.

Ziva nodded. "Of course, I am always ready for anything."

The two stood up and went into the living room. "Okay, so you have to sit on the floor."

Ziva furrowed her brow. "Why do I have to sit on the floor?"

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because that is what you always do at Christmas. It's not the same if you don't sit on the floor."

Ziva sighed and gave in; sitting down in a lady like fashion, if there is such a thing. "Okay, so where is my present?"

"Man you sure are getting the hang of this whole kid at Christmas thing." Tony said as he sat down next to her. Ziva playfully slapped his arm. "Alright, uncle, I'll give it to you." He leaned over and grabbed a medium sized present out from underneath the tree. "Here, you mongrel."

Ziva raised one eyebrow. "What is a mongrel?"

Tony smiled. "It is another name for someone who is spoiled, annoying…" He stopped when he saw Ziva's face. "Which of course you are none of those things." He gave her his famous grin. She rolled her eyes and began to open the present. She tore into it like a zealous child. Tony chuckled, so maybe the whole destroying the wrapping paper was a universal idea.

Ziva pulled out the contents of the package and looked up at Tony. "What is all this for?"

"Well…" Tony took the contents and spread them out in front of him. "These are official NCIS sweats which are essential to any NCIS agent. These are four of my favorite American classic movies. I thought you could watch them wherever you are going. And of course if you have a movie you have to have the movie butter popcorn. And last but not least a picture of your favorite agent." He held up a framed picture of him and Ziva. They were both laughing at McGee who had just spilled something all over his pants. Abby had been up there with her camera and had snapped shots of everyone.

"Tony I already have a picture of me and McGee, but thanks." She said sarcastically.

"Ha ha." He said as she playfully hit his arm. "So…where are you really going?"

Ziva sighed. "I can't tell you. We have already been through this."

Tony nodded. "I know, but can you at least tell me if you are going to be in the same country as me?" Ziva looked up at him and slowly shook her head no. "Wow, you really are going away. I sure hope they have DVD players where you are going."

"Tony I am not going to a third world country." She said as she gathered her presents and stood up.

"Good, where are you going?"

"Tony I already told you…"

He cut her off quickly by placing his finger on her mouth. "I meant right now. The night is not over. We still have to dance."

"Dance?" she asked as she laid her things on the coffee table.

"Yeah dance. My parents would always dance in the living room after we had all gone to bed. Despite how much they had argued with each other that day they would still dance. It always seemed to give them a sense of peace." He turned on the stereo and turned up the surround sound.

Ziva listened for a minute and smiled. "Celine Deon, nice choice."

Tony walked over to her and took her hands. "You know who Celine Deon is?"

"Yes Tony, I do not live in a hole. Did I say that right?"

"Yep." He said softly as they swayed to the music. "So, since you are Jewish when did you do your Hanukah thing?"

Ziva laughed lightly against his shoulder. She pulled back and looked up at him. "Just because I am Jewish does not mean I do all of the traditions. We did it when I was little, but when my mom died we didn't do things like we used to."

"What about going to the synagogue?"

"Most trained assassins are not welcome in the synagogue. Everyone knew what my family did for a living, and no one expected to see us there."

"So was your mom Jewish?"

Ziva nodded. "Yes, my father was a good Jewish man who married a good Jewish woman and had a good Jewish daughter."

"So have you only dated Jewish men?"

Ziva laughed. "In my fathers dreams I would only date Jewish men. No, I have dated many different men."

"Many? How many?" Tony asked with a curious grin.

"Wouldn't you like to know? For me being Jewish is like being Italian to you. It is important, but it is just your heritage. I mean you do not practice all of the Catholic Church traditions, just like I don't abide by most of the Jewish traditions. It is not my faith, but my heritage. I know that sounds stupid and horrible, but my whole life it never brought good memories. I was always picked on, discriminated against, treated differently. Does that make since?" Ziva asked softly as she laid her head on his shoulder. Tony nodded and gently rubbed her back in a soothing manner. They continued to sway back and forth in Tony's small living room. "Tony, I want to thank you."

"For what?"

"For being my friend. I know it sounds sappy and childish, but you have been a great friend. And I want you to know that the reason I didn't call you when Moussad took me was because I didn't want you to lose your job, not because I don't have faith in you."

Tony pulled back and looked down at her. "You are truly something Ziva David." He brushed a hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Who is going to help me torture McGee?"

Ziva shrugged. "Maybe you will have a new probie to torture."

Tony nodded. "But it won't be the same. You will be gone; I won't get to torture McGee, man this is going to suck."

Ziva laughed. "Make you a deal. You can email me and I will help you come up with torture plans and then you can take pictures to send to me. How does that sound?"

Tony gave her a soft smile. "Sounds good."

They both stood and stared at each other, neither one wanting to move out of the other's embrace; both knowing that the minute she left their worlds would change drastically. Finally Ziva looked over at the clock which read ten thirty. "I should go. I have a plane to catch tomorrow."

Tony nodded and walked with her to the front door. He helped her put her coat on and opened the door for her. "Goodbye Ziva."

Ziva gave him a small smile and then moved towards him. "This is in case I never get the chance to do it again." With that she gently kissed his warm lips. They had kissed before when they were undercover, but this time it meant something. Tony kissed her back as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She pulled back and looked up at him. "Goodbye Tony." She turned around and walked towards the elevator. "I'll email you as soon as I can." She yelled back over her shoulder.

"I'll be counting on it." He said to himself, because she had already stepped inside the elevator and the doors were closing. "Bye Ziva."

A/N- Okay, so I am not Jewish so if some of the things I mentioned are wrong I apologize I tried to do the best I could. Hope you enjoyed, please review!