It was Saturday afternoon, Tony and Ziva were walking away from the cemetery where her father was just buried. Their hands were intertwined and Tony was talking to Ziva, trying to cheer her up.

A lady about 35 years old walked up to them. "Ziva," She said sadly.

Ziva looked at the woman and smiled. "Aunt Nettie." She said. She let go of Tony's hand and hugged her aunt. "It has been too long."

"I know," Nettie said. "It feels like every time we see each other, it is not for the best reasons."

"I would have came last year, but, I was afraid that if I came back, father would make me stay." Ziva said.

They let go of each other. "I understand." Nettie smiled. "I have gotten every letter you sent and I hope that you have gotten mine."

"Of course." Ziva smiled.

Tony cleared his throat.

"O, ya," Ziva smiled. "Aunt Nettie this is Tony. Tony, this is my Aunt."

Tony raised his hand to shake Nettie's. Nettie smiled and laughed. "You don't need to be proper boy." She laughed pulling him in for a hug. "I feel like I have known you for years. Ziva has told me a lot about you."

Tony smiled and hugged her back then pulled away. "All good I hope."

"For the most part," She smiled at Ziva.

Ziva's eyes got big. "Okay, lets go to the house." She said trying to stop all conversation about their letters.

"I will meet you at the house." Nettie said. "It was nice to finally meet you, Tony."

"You too."Tony smiled back. Aunt Nettie walked to her car and Tony turned to Ziva with a smile on his face. He laughed a little and wrapped his arm around her waist."So, you have talked to your Aunt about me?" Tony smiled.

"Kinda." Ziva said placing her hands on his arms. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Don't try and smile your way out of this. I will find out what you said." Tony said.

"I would never try to do that." Ziva lied laughing. "Come on, Aunt Nettie is going to beat us back."

"I guess." Tony said leading Ziva to their car and helping her inside.

At the House

Tony opened the door for Ziva and they walked in. The house smelled of delicious food. Tony took a big whiff and smiled. Ziva laughed and shook her head at Tony. Ziva took Tony's hand and led him into the kitchen. There were family members all over the kitchen, cooking, talking, drinking.

Tony took an empty seat at the kitchen table and Ziva walked over to Sarah who was over by the stove.

"Ziva." Sarah said. "Everyone has been asking where you were. What took you so long to get back."

"I showed Tony my old school. Well, more like drove past it." Ziva said.

"Oh. Okay. Well, go mingle. Everyone will not stop asking about you and your brother." Sarah said. "Where is he, he seems to have disappeared as well."

"I believe he stayed behind to say a few final words." Ziva said. "And of course, Mossad wanted to talk business with him."

"Oh dear. Okay." Sarah said.

Ziva smiled and walked over tot he table and stood next to Tony. "Hey, I have to go mingle. Sarah's orders. Would you like to come?"

"Sure." Tony said standing up. "Where to first?" Ziva lead Tony to the piano room where their was an old couple on the couch.

"Shalom." Ziva smiled.

"Ziva." the old woman said. "It has been so long." She smiled in Hebrew.

"I know." She said back in Hebrew.

"I am so sorry for your loss." She smiled.

"Toda." Ziva said. "This is Tony. He came over from America with me." Ziva said in hebrew.

"Ah. He is your husband?" The old woman smile looking Tony up and down.

Tony had heard his name and was curious as too what they were saying.

"No, he is my friend." Ziva laughed.

"You should be married by now, Ziva." The old woman stated in hebrew.

"I know, grams." Ziva smiled.

"You will ask her to marry you." Ziva's grandmother asked Tony.

"I uh...I do not speak hebrew." Tony said.

"Grams," Ziva laughed. "I do not know if he will ask me. We have not talked about it." She said to get her grandmother off the topic.

"Well, when he does, you will call, Yes?" Grandma asked.

"Of course." Ziva smiled. "We are going to go around, I will see you guys later."

Ziva's grandfather grunted. He was always a man of few words, just like her father.

Ziva grabbed Tony's hand and pulled him out into the hallway. She then busted out laughing. She laughed so hard that she leaned against Tony's chest for support.

"What did she say to me?" Tony asked smiling.

"Nothing," Ziva smiled. "My grandma is very old school that is all and" she expected me to come back married. She thought you were my husband."

"YOUR HUSBAND!" Tony smiled. "And what did you say?"

"I told her that you were not my husband and then she asked you if you were going to ask me to marry you." Ziva laughed again.

"Oh my gosh, your family is so awesome." Tony smiled.

"Ziva!" A little girl smiled running up to her.

Ziva looked down and smiled. she bent down to balance on the balls of her feet and hugged the little girl.

"Neshia," Ziva smiled. "You have gotten so big!"

"I am all grown up now." Neshia smiled.

"How old are you now?" Ziva asked picking the little girl up.

"I am SIX!" She smiled. "Who are you?" Neshia looked at Tony.

"Hi, I am Tony." Tony said. "You speak great english."

"Thank you." Neshia smiled proudly.

"Tony, this is my cousin, Neshia. It is Aunt Nettie's grand daughter." Ziva smiled.

"Grandma, said that you were already here. And I thought she was lying. But here you are." Neshia smiled."Why are you here?" She asked Tony.

Ziva laughed. "He is here with me. He came over from America with me."

"He is your boyfriend, Isn't he." Neshia smiled brightly. Her voice soundly girly.

Ziva laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, he is." Ziva smiled.

"OOH!" Neshia smiled."Grandma had said that you brought a friend with you. She also said that I had to be nice to him since he doesnt speak Hebrew and might not understand if someone started to talk to him."

"Did she." Ziva smiled.

"Well, I know that I would appreciate any help I could get especially when it comes from beautiful girls." Tony smiled at Neshia. Neshia blushed and buried her head in Ziva's neck.

"I like him." She whispered into Ziva's ear. "Can I keep him?"

Ziva laughed. "Just for a few hours." She laughed.

"COOL!" Neshia smiled. She looked over at Tony. "Come on, I will show you my daddy!"

Ziva placed Neshia down who took Tony's hand and dragged him into the kitchen. Tony smiled and followed the little girl.

"Daddy," Neshia said to a tall, muscular man. "This is Tony. He is my date for the next hour."

"Date?" Her father said looking at Tony.

"Uncle Keenan, this is Tony." Ziva laughed at the way that Neshia introduced Tony.

"Ah, Nettie has told me about you. I trust that you will treat me daughter well." Keenan joked.

"With the utmost respect." Tony smiled.

Keenan laughed. "Okay. It was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." Tony smiled. Neshia was already pulling Tony towards the kitchen table to a boy about Tony's age.

"Yaron! Look at my boyfriend." Neshia smiled showing off Tony.

"Boyfriend." Yaron smiled. "I do not remember telling you that it is okay to date."

"My daddy said it was okay." Neshia said back.

"Yaron?" Ziva smiled.

"Ziva!" Yaron laughed. "Wow, it has been almost 6 years." Yaron got up and hugged Ziva. Tony tried not to let it show that he really wanted to know who this boy was, and why he was hugging Ziva.

"Tony, this is Yaron, he is my cousin, as well." Ziva said. "He is my aunt Nettie's youngest son."

"Hi," Tony smiled.

"So, you are dating my niece now." Yaron smiled.

Tony smiled. "Well, actually I am dating your cousin, who has lent me to your niece to a few hours."

"Ah, I see." Yaron laughed. "Well, Neshia, have you played the piano for Tony yet?"

"You play the piano?" Tony said looking down at Neshia.

"A little," Neshia said. "My mommy used to play it for me but then she got sick so she didn't play it anymore. Now Yaron is teaching me."

"Well, just between you and me, I play piano too." Tony whispered to Neshia. "Maybe I could play with you?"

"YA!" Neshia smiled. "Come on!" Neshia pulled Tony towards the piano and sat Down, making sure tony sat down next to her. Ziva and Yaron followed behind them.

"Can you play... umm.. what can you play?" Neshia asked Tony.

"I can play a lot of stuff." Tony said. "Ziva, what can I play that she knows?"

"Neshia, who is your favorite American singer?" Ziva asked.

"Justin Bieber!" Neshia yelled.

Tony slapped his hand onto his forehead. "I don't know his songs." Tony laughed.

"Um... can you play any Taylor Swift songs?" Neshia asked.

"Only if Ziva sings with me?" Tony smiled.

"Tony," Ziva warned.

"ZIVA PLEASE!" Neshia smiled. "Yaron told me you have a pretty voice but I have never heard it! Please, please, please!"

"FINE!" Ziva said. "Which song is it?"

"I'd Lie." Tony smiled. He placed his hands on the piano and begun the song softly, not too loud. Ziva stood right behind him, on hand on his shoulder.

"I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes" Ziva sang freely. She smiled brightly.

Tony continued to play the song, his notes, not to loud so that the piano didn't overpower Ziva's voice.

"He'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs" She sang. Ziva smiled remembering back when she was in the cafeteria and her and Tony were fighting. This song had always reminded her of that day.

"And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie"

Ziva didn't notice the crowd that had surrounded the piano to hear her sing. Yaron smiled when everyone crowed around them, it was like old times, back when life wasn't as complicated as before.

Ziva thought about the lyrics and how they were a lot like that day in the cafeteria and how she remembered listening to this song. She thought how ironic is was that she had used the lyrics of this song, to hide her feelings from Tony.

"He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long
And he sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine

I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie"

Neshia smiled brightly, loving the sound of Ziva's voice. She was always told about Ziva and how great of a voice she had and how Ziva played the piano for her sister, Tali, who had died. Neshia remember little of Tali but more of Ziva.

"He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you

He'd never tell you
But he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle"

Ziva's grandparents started to tear up. Even thought they could not understand the English lyrics, they could see their daughter, Eden. Ziva had reminded them so much of her mother, that they couldn't help but stare in amazement. She definitely looked like Eden but she also sounded like her and had the same joy in her voice.

Aunt Nettie was also thinking the same thing. Even though Eden was Nettie's sister-in-law, they had become close and it was almost like they were sisters. Ziva could have been a clone of Eden. Nettie had wiped a tear from her eye and continued to listen to her niece sing.

"Yes, I could tell you
His favorite color's green
And he loves to argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him...
if you ask me if I love him...
I'd lie"

Ziva finished the song and looked around to see all her family members around the piano. She smiled.

"Oh my gosh!" Neshia said before anyone could comment. "You are so good! You are amazing!"

"Thanks." Ziva smiled and blushed.

"Ziva, that was beautiful." Her grandmother said. "You sound just like my Eden."

Ziva smiled and hugged her grandmother.

"You would make her so proud." She said. "She would be so proud of you, I promise."

"Thank you." Ziva said sincerely.

Tony smiled at Ziva. He couldn't understand what they were saying but he could tell it was important, and something that Ziva needed to hear.

Yaron looked over at Tony, who was still looking at Ziva. He had to admit, Tony wasn't that bad of a guy. He did come to Israel for her father's funeral and he didn't understand anything that most of the family was saying. Also, Yaron could tell that Tony, did love Ziva and that it wasn't just a fling.

Hour later:

Tony sat down at the island with Ziva. He handed her the plate and then placed his down.

"I see you are free from Neshia." Ziva laughed.

"I have to thank Yaron for that. He seemed to notice that she was hanging around a lot more than expected and told her to go see Nettie for something." Tony said.

"Ah." Ziva smiled.

"What happened to her mother?" Tony asked.

Ziva sighed. "Her mother was Nettie's second youngest. She was about 24 when she died. It was three years after Neshia was born. Since her husband, Keenan, was part of Mossad she was expected to do more than the average woman. The same with my mother. Because Mossad officers travel a lot, she was never in one spot for too long and one day she got sick. She was visiting with Neshia and she came down with what we thought was the flu. Keenan was undercover and he was too deep in to come back to see his wife."

"It wasn't the flu, but, it was something else. No doctor could give us a diagnosed cause." Ziva said. "After a month of living here, with my mother, She died. Keenan was still unable to see his wife because he was undercover, and he couldn't attend the funeral. it had devastated him. After that, my father let him leave Mossad, saying that he was "unfit" for duty, when really he needed to stay home with Neshia. After a year, Keenan went back to Mossad and Neshia would stay with Nettie and with Yaron since he was the only other person left in Nettie's house."

"That is horrible." Tony said.

"Keenan blames himself for not being there for his wife, but he does what he can to still provide for Neshia." Ziva said. "He has told me that he wishes he could get another job, but he has no schooling other than Mossad."

"Wow," Tony said. "I never realized how much death was in your family."

"It comes with being a Mossad family. There are rumors that Arielle's death was not an accident." Ziva said.

"Wow." Tony said. He placed his hand on Ziva's.

"I know, that is a lot to take in." Ziva smiled.

Tony smiled. "How do all of you guys do it? You guys have all moved on, and it is like, I do not know if I could move on after everything that has happened to your family."

"We are forced to." Ziva said. "It is hard to survive yourself if you are stuck grieving on family members that are gone. Yes, you will miss them but sulking will not bring them back."

"Ziva, how is it possible that you still amaze me?" Tony said.

"Tony," Ziva smiled. "How is it possible for you to find a reason everyday that amazes you?"

Tony laughed.

That night around 6:02

Ziva helped Tony up and sat down next to him. Tony looked over to the sky. Ziva had taken him to the roof. She had said it was the best view of Israel.

Now, Tony looked at the red, pink, orange, yellow sky and all the beautiful colors. He smiled and looked back over to Ziva, who was leaning back on her elbows. She wore jeans and a tank top.

"I came up here all the time when I was little." Ziva said. "It was how I got away from my father, and Ari when they talked business."

"It is beautiful." Tony smiled.

"I know," Ziva said.

"I love you, Ziva." Tony starring into her eyes.

Ziva smiled. "What do you want?"

"I can't just let you know that I love you. Now I need a motive behind it." Tony smiled.

"I guess." Ziva laughed.

Tony smiled and grabbed Ziva, pulling her into his lap. Ziva squealed and laughed at the same time. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head against hers.

"Ziva Sarah David, I love you so much and I am not just saying that so that I can get you to do something for me, or so that you will give me something, it is because I truly, deeply, without a doubt, Love you." Tony whispered against her lips.

Ziva smiled, she couldn't help but smile. He had always known exactly what to say and how to say it so that her heart was melted and she couldn't form words for another minute or so. Ziva leaned down and kissed him gently. She held his face in her palms and leaned against him, making it so he had to lay down or else they would both eventually fall back.

Tony placed his arms on her hips and held her close as he could. He slipped his finger under her tee shirt and softly stroked her tan skin underneath.

Ziva giggled against Tony's lips. "Your hands are freezing." She smiled.

"Are they?" He laughed taking his hand and laying it flat against her back, Ziva squirmed above him, trying to get away from his cold touch.

"Stop!" She laughed. Tony laughed with her, this time placing his other hand on her side, causing a squeal to leave her lips.

"Stop!" She laughed. "It is really cold."

"I guess." Tony laughed placing his and above her shirt.

Ziva smiled and kissed Tony again. This time it was deeper, and more passionate.

"I love you." Ziva whispered.