A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and adds so far! I got a little emotional during this chapter…I don't know if you will, but I hope so. :-D

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As soon as the elevator started to move, Gibbs flipped the switch, then he turned around and stared at his agents.

"What's going on between the two of you?"

They looked at each other before Tony finally spoke. "I know what you said about rule twelve Boss, but I," he quickly corrected himself, "we, couldn't help it. As soon as I found out about Sam, I fell in love with her, and it didn't take long for me to fall in love with Ziva." He pulled her into his arms. "I asked her to marry me Boss."

Gibbs stood there facing the two in shock. He'd figured that they had been dating, that much had been obvious, but engagement? He'd admit that he hadn't seen that coming.

"And I said yes." Ziva added in a small voice. She reached down her shirt and pulled out the chain with the dog tag on it. The light inside the elevator reflected off the newly added engagement ring that was hanging off the chain, and lying on top of the tag.

Gibbs stared at the ring for a moment before speaking again.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?"

Tears rolled down Ziva face and she looked down, Tony put a hand on her back, and rubbed soothing circles to try to calm her back down. After a moment, Ziva took a deep breath and looked back up at Gibbs.

"To keep her safe. I told one person," she looked at Tony, "and look what happened. She got kidnapped. Imagine what would have happened if I had told the whole team." She was sobbing now. "I cannot loose her Gibbs, she's all I have left. I already lost one child, I cannot loose another."

Gibbs nodded. He could understand that logic, and he knew the pain of loosing a child. He pulled her into another hug and let her cry.

As he watched his fiancée cry into their boss' shirt, Tony felt the tears prickle at the back of his eyes. He turned around, hands on his hips, and took a deep shaky breath. Before he knew what he was doing, his fist made contact with the wall of the elevator. He felt and heard a crunch and this sent an odd sense of satisfaction through his body. He pulled his fist back fro the wall and saw that there was a large dent in the silver siding.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled out in shock and Tony turned to face him.

"I'm, I'm sorry Boss. I, I don't know why I did that."

Gibbs' eyes were soft. Understanding even. He nodded and flipped the switch.

Ziva took Tony's hand in hers and gently ran a thumb over his now bleeding knuckles. "You are bleeding."

Tony nodded. "I know."

Ziva's sad eyes locked with his. "Why did you do that?"

He was quiet for a moment and when he finally spoke, his voice shook. "Because she's my daughter too."

Ziva bit her lip and Tony pulled her into his arms, and he rubbed his non-bloody hand up an down her back until the elevator stopped and the doors opened to reveal autopsy.

"Boss?" Tony looked at his the older man, confusion on his face.

"You need to get that looked at." Gibbs indicated to his bloody, purple and swollen fist.

"No. It's fine Boss. Just a little bruise." Gibbs sent him a glare and quickly slapped him across the back of the head. "Ouch! Ok, fine. I'll go." Gibbs nodded and led the couple out of the elevator and into autopsy.

When the doors swished open, Ducky looked up. "Ah, Jethro." He greeted and the moment that he saw Ziva, his expression saddened. "Abby told me what happened." He walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Jethro will find her, I'm sure of that."

Ziva nodded. "I know he will." She stepped back and quickly wiped her eyes.

"Now, what brings you all to autopsy?"

Tony sheepishly stepped forward and held his hand out for Ducky to see.

"Hm. What happened here?" He gently poked the purple area and Tony visibly winced.

"I punched the elevator."

Ducky inhaled sharply through his teeth. "Well, I don't think it's broken, but we'll get an x-ray just to be sure." He went over to the closet and pulled out the portable x-ray machine, when the doors swished open again.

"Boss!" McGee said, slightly out of breath. "We've got a hit on the BOLO."

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