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You belong with me

Oh, I remember
You driving to my house
In the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs
And you tell me about your dreams
Think I know where you belong
Think I know it's with me

He didn't know what he was doing here. It was 0200 in the morning and there was no way she would still be awake. He was certain that whatever her response to his appearance, it would not be too welcome. So why was he doing this now? He should wait till tomorrow morning, when she would be in a better mood.

But that was what he had been doing his whole life. Putting it off and putting it off. Waiting for the best moment.

Then Jeanne had come along and he had managed to convince himself that he was in love with her. And he really thought he had been. So he had put what ever else he had been feeling out of his head in favor of exploring this new and wonderful thing he had.

He knew he had hurt her and badly when he hadn't trusted her enough to tell her what was going on. He had left her to worry that he was dying or something, when in fact the truth was much less horrifying. And yet, despite all he had put her through over that year, when it all went pear shaped, she was the one who waited for him, trying to help him put the pieces of his broken heart back together.

Those feelings that he had tried to put on hold for Jeanne came crashing back with all the speed and momentum of a train crash. And he had been able to do nothing but sit back and watch as once again, Ziva David somehow became the centre of his life.

Which was why he was driving at a speed worthy of Ziva herself, at an un-godly hour in the morning, straight to her apartment so that, at last, he could finally stop waiting.

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She didn't know why, but tonight she just couldn't sleep. She was extremely tired and just wanted to collapse, but the exhaustion was mental, not physical. At lunch time today, she had officially given up. Again. She would try to move on, she promised herself for the millionth time. Even though she knew she couldn't.

Searching through her apartment for the fifth time that night, she found the gun she had misplaced a long time ago. It had never actually been fired, because she had never had to use it. And eventually, she had actually forgotten about it, hidden under her sofa as it was. Settling down at her kitchen table, she started cleaning it, methodically, hoping that the ritualistic movements would calm her down.

It didn't seem to be working and she was just about to put it back in its hiding spot when the doorbell rang.

She wondered who could be calling this late. Honestly though, she already knew. There was only one person who would dare to disturb her sleep. And really, she was glad for the interruption. But what could he want at 0230 in the morning?

Slowly making her way down the corridor, she opened the door to the shocked face of Tony DiNozzo.

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He had known she would be pissed at being woken up, but he didn't expect to have a gun pointed at his head.

'Tony,' her voice was quiet and gentle and it sent shivers down his spine. 'What are you doing here? Is everything alright?' Her face displayed worry and he instantly realised what it must look like to her. Him arriving this late -or early depending on how you looked at it - with his eyes blood shot, looking much like he had when he had told Jeanne he loved her. But this time was far more important. If he messed this up, he felt he may never be happy again.

She steps back as soon as she sees it is him, moving out of the way to let him in. She realised she still had her gun in her hand and can't help but smile as she finally understands Tony's shocked look.

'Yeah,' he mutters, not thinking. He moves past her into the living room, his body brushing against hers as he squeezes through, teasing them both.

'I mean, no.' She looks at him, confusion on her face as she follows him into her house. 'Ziva, we have to talk.'

She stiffens at these words, her Mossad training kicking in as she watches him. Has he finally figured out her feelings for him and decided he had to tell her that he didn't feel the same way? Maybe he's come to tell her that it would never work between them and that they should just be friends? She didn't know how she could cope if that was it. She loves him.

He notices he stiffness but disregards it. He doesn't care if she knows what he's going to say. He knows that she will probably tell him that they are a bad idea and could never happen. He knows that if that happens, his heart would probably never recover. But not knowing how she felt would be worse.

If she fell in love and got married without him ever telling her how he felt, he would never be able to forgive himself. So, no matter the consequence, he had to tell her.

'Ziva, I...' he hesitated. He couldn't do it. It was as though there was something in his throat stopping his speech. But he had to. All those times he had almost told her and stopped himself at the last moment. He could no longer live by doing that. He needed to know for sure whether she cared or not. Either way, he would have his answer.

So he tried again, 'I, Ziva David, I think, I think I've fallen in love with you.'

Silence.

It only lasted for a moment, a minute at most, but to Tony, it was the longest time of his life.

Ziva was in shock. For a moment, she was certain that she must have heard wrong, but as she stared into his eyes, she saw the truth written there bright as day.

'Ziva,' his voice finally cut through the haze she was feeling. 'Please say something.'

The next thing either of them knew, she had launched herself across the room and into his arms, her lips crushing against his in a fierce kiss. It took him a second to realise what was happening, but when he finally did he found himself kissing her back with equal passion.

It was like heaven. Infinitely better than their kiss undercover, where both had been nervous and acutely aware of the people observing them. Now, there was no one to watch as they kissed as though it was their last day on this planet.

Finally they had to break apart of pass out from lack of air, both unwilling to let the other go. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and rested his forehead against hers.

She stared into his bright green eyes, wild with the intensity of their kiss and finally she could say what she had wanted to say for so long, all through Jeanne and even before that, almost from the first moment they had met.

'I love you too, Tony.'

Joy shot through both of them as it finally caught up with them what had just happened. They were together, after so long of waiting and wanting, it was finally happening. And nothing had ever been so wonderful.

Have you ever thought
Just maybe
You belong with me?

Hey, so, it's finally over! Thank God! I struggled so badly with this one, it was unbelievable. But now it's finally done, and I am pretty certain I will never EVER write another song fic! I really hope you liked it, even though I think it was awful, and PLEASE review, they make me sooo happy, and I didn't get ANY for my last chapter :( But thanks SO much to anyone who has reviewed any of my stories!!!

Anyway, love you all

Jen x