Wow, I have no excuses for not updating. So I'm just going to update this story.
Tony stormed out of the MTAC room and back into the group bullpen. Ziva and Gibbs followed him, Aaron hot on their heels.
"Hey, how was the-" McGee greeted them as he stood from the desk.
"Tony." Ziva called out as Tony grabbed his bag from his desk. Ziva watched as he ran over to the elevator and punched the button. "TONY!" Ziva yelled angrily. Tony turned and walked back up the group.
"What do you want?" Tony asked through his teeth.
"Well, for one thing, you cannot talk to me like that." Ziva stated as she put her hands on her hips. "Why are you acting like this is my fault?" Ziva asked him. Tony rolled his eyes and began to walk away. "Oh, such a mature thing to do. Way to act like the adult." Ziva said, looking behind her to make eye contact with her son.
"Well Ziva, one of us has to act like the adult in this relationship." Tony spat back at her. He ignored the elevator as it came to the floor, instead, going up to Ziva.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Ziva asked as she stalked up to him.
"You know what I mean Ziva. You know exactly what I am talking about." Tony whispered to her. Ziva squinted her eyes.
"Please, enlighten me on this Tony." Ziva spat sarcastically.
"You're still letting Daddy make all the choices in your life. You just stood there like a child getting told what to do by your father." Tony talked down to her.
Everyone in the bullpen looked over at the couple. Gibbs lifted Aaron in the air, and brought him over to McGee's desk, giving him the chance to listen to Tim's iPod while his parents fought. Gibbs looked up in time just to see Ziva slap him across the face.
"You had no right to say that DiNozzo! My father does not choose what I do with my life!" Ziva spat back in his face.
Tony slapped his hand over his cheek and covered up the large red spot. "Really? Then why are you not saying no? Why are you letting him tell you what to do Ziva? You are your own person now."
"Because he is not my father, he is my boss." Ziva whispered to him before grabbing her bag and heading into the elevator.
"There is a reason that I created Rule 12 DiNozzo." Gibbs said from behind him. Tony turned around and gathered his son up in his arms.
"Well boss, we aren't you and Jenny." And with that, Tony got on the elevator.
Tony and Aaron walked into Ziva's apartment, both of them taking note at the numerous boxes stacked up against the wall.
"Can I make a club house out of the boxes?" Aaron asked, looking up at Tony.
"Sorry. Why don't you go sit on the couch and watch a movie?" Aaron listened to his father and obediently sat on the couch. Once Aaron settled down, Tony went on to find Ziva.
"Ziva?" Tony called out, standing by her bedroom door, which was closed. "I know you're in there." He told her, continuously knocking on the door. "I can keep knocking if you want. I can go all night." Ziva opened the door a crack and let him come in. "You are really going through with this?"
"And what other option is there Tony? Should I refuse my father's orders and let him send his men out to come and kill me?" Ziva asked him, stuffing some of her sweaters in her suitcase.
"I won't let them kill you Ziva." Tony grabbed her upper arm and spun her around. "I won't let them touch you or Aaron."
"And when you do that, they will likely kill you. Tony, these men are trained people."
"I can't have you do this to me. He's my son too. You can't just take him away."
"Tony, I don't know what to do." Ziva turned towards him, and closed her eyes. "I don't know how to do this"
"You let me help you, let Gibbs help you." Tony pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "Just please, don't leave me. I don't think I can do this 'life' thing without you by my side."
Ziva chuckled into Tony's stomach. "That was cheesy." Ziva pulled back to look at Tony's face and smiled.
"Well, it's the truth Ziva." Ziva looked at Tony seriously before leaning closer to him, and planting her lips on top of his. After a moment, she pulled away.
"You stay strong ok Tony; give me something to come home too." Ziva told Tony as she walked away from his arms.
"Please Ziva."
"Tony, there is nothing we can do. I will try to talk to my father and ask him for my return. But other than that, I am powerless." Ziva continued to pack.
"There is another option." Ziva turned to look at Tony curiously. She watched as Tony walked out of the room, only to return a minute later. Ziva set her socks down as he dropped to one knee.
"Tony-" Ziva started to speak, but Tony grabbed her hand.
"Ziva, I may be cheesy, and this isn't how I imagined me doing this, but I love you. I can't live without you, and I need you with me. Will you marry me?" Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a watermelon flavored Ring Pop.
So like I said before, sorry about the wait.