The next morning Ziva sat at her desk at work, scribbling on the paper. However, halfway through writing about...whatever cold case she had been assigned, she had started to draw miniature people, on the beach, at a wedding. She smiled softly and the pen lines started to become blurry before she felt something wet roll down her cheek and land between the bride and groom.

Suddenly, she heard someone clear their throat and she looked up to find a rather awkward looking Timothy McGee standing in front of her. She blinked the few tears in her eyes away and stared at him, "Good morning, Tim." She quietly said.

He nodded and gave a smile, "Good morning, Ziva."

She just stared at him for a second or two before she finally broke the silence, "Is there something that you would like, Tim, or do you want to just stand there all day in front of my desk? I mean, I do not particularly mind, but if you could just step a couple more feet over to your left it would be greatly appreciated." McGee looked behind him and realized that she wanted him to block her view of Tony's desk.

"Ah..." He moved over two steps, "That good?"

"One more." She motioned for him to move a little. He did, and she put her hand down, "Thank you."

"Great." He smiled, letting out a small sigh of relief.

"So what did you want, again?"

"Uh...how...how are you doing?"

She smiled at his stuttering, but just a little. It was very faint, and it played on her lips, but the heavy dampened mood in the room to somehow get a little lifted, "Fine." She nodded, "Now if you want the honest truth, I will have to kill you first."

He let his lips turn up as he looked down, "Yeah, right." He said, but not in a sarcastic tone. He knew that she'd do it. He then took in a deep breath and looked back up at her, "Look...I kinda figured out what happened..."

"With what?" She questioned, though she knew. Oh, she knew.

"You and....uh...Tony." He carefully said DiNozzo's name, just to gauge her reaction on it.

"From Abby, yes?"

"No...actually...Agent Larson. It's been going around the building since yesterday. Even Palmer knows!" He smiled and she just stared at him, turning her pen in her hands.

"Everyone knows?" She questioned, swallowing the lump in her throat.

He nodded, slowly, "Yeah..." He let the word dangle in the air between them, "Look, Ziva...I just wanted to tell you that-" He looked around and then crouched down, making sure that his head was close to hers, "I'm sorry." he whispered.

"Why are you whispering, McGee?"

He looked around again, "Gibbs." He hissed.

"Ah." She nodded, "Sign of weakness, yes?" She gave a small, sarcastic chuckle, "Then I must be a billboard if 'sorry' is a sign of weakness."

"Look...see...I've been kinda thinking....that the reason that you're not gonna get married is...because of me." She couldn't help but let her mouth drop open.

"Excuse me?" She questioned, "Oh, McGee." Her expression softened, "It is not your fault." She assured him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"But the whole paternity test thing was the reason you two...uh...yeah...right?"

She just stared at him with sad eyes, "Oh, McGee...yes, but it is not your fault."

"Tony's gonna hate me. I ruined the only good thing in his life." She stood up and walked towards him.

"Tim..." She said, placing two hands on his shoulders, "It. Is. Not. Your. Fault." She said, slowly, so that he understood, "I was the one that forced you to go with me to Bethesda without telling Tony. So, it is my fault."

"But Ziva-" He started, and she shook her head.

"No, Tim." She hugged him, "It is not your fault."

He wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug before letting go of her, looking her in the eyes, "Thank you." He said, sincerely and she nodded, patting his shoulder and giving him a sad smile before he returned to his desk. Ziva sighed and sat back down at her desk, her eyes scanning her desk and landing on the drawing that she had started earlier. She picked up her pen and let it hover over the best man before giving him a big smile and a dashing suit. She looked up at McGee who locked eyes with her and smiled. She returned it and looked back down at the drawing.

However, once her eyes landed on the groom, she let her smile drop as she slowly drew a quote bubble, writing the word: 'Liar!'.

She quickly flipped the paper over and buried her head in her hands.

Oh god, Tony. Look at what you've done to me.

She looked up at Tony's desk once again and felt the anger burning through her veins, "McGee." She called, and he looked up at her, "I need you to stand there again."

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After another hour of doodling, Ziva was restless again and she stood, walking from the squad room. She went to the break room and got a chocolate bar, hoping that it would cheer her up, even if just a little. She removed the foil and took a bite of the rich chocolate, before shaking her head and throwing it in the trash.

Chocolate is not what baby wanted.

She let out a sigh and sat down in one of the chairs, taking her phone out in the process. She scrolled through her contacts and stopped when she got to the one she wanted: Jarib. Ever since her argument with Tony, she was thinking about him. What he did for her by saving her life, how he defended Tony to Eli. Letting out a sigh, she pressed the send button and it rang several times before he finally answered.

"Hello, Jarib."

"Ah, Ziva my dear. How are you?"

She chuckled sarcastically, "I have been better."

"Zivalah, what is troubling you?"

She sighed, unsure of what to say. She summed all of her emotions in word, "Tony."

"What did he do?"

"He just..." She stopped. "It is nothing, Jarib. I have just...had a bad few days."

"Are you not happy to be back in America? I thought that is what you wanted."

She sighed again, "It was, Jarib."

"Was? You do not want to be in America anymore? What does Tony think about your feelings?" Ziva had to take the phone away from her ear as tears immediately spilled over her eyes. She couldn't believe it. How could a question make her break down?

She slowly brought the phone to her ear, and spoke, her voice breaking, "Tony does not care about me or my feelings anymore."

"I do not believe that, Zivalah. He showed such love for you."

That only made more tears pour out of her eyes, "Jarib..." She managed to say, "Please do not tell my father about this..."

"Ziva my love, do not worry. He will not hear a word of it."

"...I am pregnant." She sobbed, and then took in a shaky breath, "And when I told Tony about it he...was upset. I kept it from him until I was sure that it was his and not that..."

"Yes, I understand. Agent DiNozzo does not understand?"

"He does not want to understand." Now anger filled her again, "He does not trust me. And he thinks that I do not trust him."

"Oh Zivalah. I am truly sorry." Ziva could hear his disappointment, even over a transcontinental phone call, "But I must ask this question: What are you going to do with the child?"

Ziva felt her mouth fall open. She hadn't even thought about the question, "I will not neglect this child, if that is what you are asking, Jarib. I will raise it on my own."

"Very good, my dear. But I do believe that you and Agent DiNozzo will be together again."

Ziva scoffed, "I do not think so, Jarib."

"Ah, well. I must go, your father has called a conference."

She took in a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face, "Thank you, Jarib, for...everything."

"You are welcome, my love. I wish you nothing but the best. Goodbye."

Ziva closed the phone, and held it tightly in her hand, and only broke down again as Jarib's words ran through her head, 'But I do believe that you and Agent DiNozzo will be together again.'

She lay down on the table, the tears forming small puddles as they fell from her face.

She knew it wasn't going to happen, no matter how much she still loved him, wanted to be with him, wanted a family with him.

It was over.

Gibbs looked at the empty desk next to his again, and then down at his watch.

Ziva had been gone for a while.

He then looked across at McGee, who was typing on his computer, with an insanely bored look on his face. Gibbs spoke, "Hey, McGee..." the junior agent jumped just slightly, causing a smirk from the boss, "You know where Ziva went?"

McGee shook his head, "No boss, I don't."

"She didn't say anything about going home? Or going to see Abby?" McGee just shook his head to again. Gibbs nodded and stood from his desk, walking past Ziva's desk, but stopping when something in the trash can caught his eye. It was a half balled up piece of paper with, from what Gibbs could see, a drawing on it. Furrowing his eyebrows together, he leaned over and picked it up.

After studying the contents of it, he folded it in half and stuffed it in his pocket, walking, quickly, over to his desk and collecting his weapon.

"You okay, boss?" McGee asked.

"Fine. Going out." He said and walked into the elevator. He opened the piece of paper again, narrowing his eyes at it.

There was a problem.

And Gibbs was about to fix it.

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Tony sat on his couch, the TV on, but muted. He had a beer in his right hand but only two sips were gone from it, for he didn't even really want it. A knock on the door caught his attention and he ran a hand over his face before standing, walking over to it.

He really didn't feel like talking to Nick again.

But when he finally opened the door, it wasn't Nick at all. "Oh, hey boss." Tony said and then moved out of the way so he could walk in. Gibbs shook his head at Tony as he walked in the door, looking around the place. Beer bottles were everywhere, and the whole apartment was...trashed.

Gibbs spread his arms, "What in the hell is this?"

Tony sighed, "I haven't...really felt like cleaning up." Gibbs only stared at his senior field agent. Like the apartment, he too was a mess. He looked like he hadn't shaved since Monday night, when he left NCIS. His eyes were bloodshot red from no sleep, not to mention the dark circles under his eyes.

"DiNozzo...what is wrong with you?" Gibbs said, though he already knew the answer, but he was going to get to the bottom of things.

"Look, no disrespect intended, boss, but I really don't feel like talking right now."

"That's too damn bad, DiNozzo." Gibbs stepped up to him and stared right into Tony's eyes, which was even worse than a head slap. "One of my Agents is back at NCIS hurting emotionally. And it's your fault."

"Yeah well, she's not alone."

"DiNozzo, did you not get the memo? You're going to be a father."

"Boss she lied to me. You don't do that to somebody you love." Gibbs smirked.

"Really? Because I recall a couple of years ago somebody lying to me to protect another person." Tony only narrowed his eyes, "Her name was Jeanne, do you remember that?" Tony couldn't believe Gibbs just said that.

His veins filled with anger, "That has..."

"You loved her, didn't you? You didn't want to hurt her. You lied to protect her."

"Boss, that was something completely different. She was not carrying my child and I was on assignment."

Gibbs scoffed, "No, DiNozzo, it's exactly the same. You loved her. Assignment or no assignment, you were in love with her." Tony looked down at the floor. He had nothing to say, "Ziva did what she had to do to protect you and that child." Tony shook his head.

"I didn't need protection, boss. She didn't have to hide that from me."

"She had her reasons, DiNozzo. Why are you the only one that doesn't understand that?"

"I understand why she had the tests done. But she didn't have to keep it a secret." Tony walked around him and into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, "I don't like being lied to. She doesn't trust me."

"Is that what you think?"

He shrugged, "We're done, boss. Nothing matters anymore. She won't talk to me." Gibbs let out a heavy sigh and pulled the piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and handing it to him, "What's this?"

"I was debating on showing that to you, DiNozzo. But after what you just said, you need to see it." Tony narrowed his eyes at the drawing. "You see what you've done to her?" Gibbs raised his left hand and smacked him on the back of the head, possibly the hardest one he'd ever received. He spoke, his voice in a low tone, "You get your head on straight and realize what you're about to throw away. Get cleaned up, then clean this place up, and go crawl on your knees back to her. She didn't do anything wrong, Tony."

Tony watched as Gibbs walked to the door and closed it behind him. He then looked down at the paper again. Stick-figure Tony had a bubble over his head that read, 'You liar!'. In the middle, there were two almost perfect round circles.

Tears.

Balling the paper up, Tony realized something.

Gibbs was right.

He ran his large hand over his face, and through his hair. "Ziva's carrying my child." He said to himself, but thought some more, "Our child."

He had to think of something to make it up to her.

Before it was too late.

After thinking about what a complete idiot and jerk he had been towards Ziva, he quickly headed towards the bedroom, stopping as he reached the living room. He noticed that he was rather disgusted in the way that it looked.

On the couch a couple of cushions had been turned over either in his anger or when he was attempting, key word, to sleep on there at night. If anything, he hoped to make up with Ziva soon not only to stop seeing her look like that anymore, but to sleep in his own bed again.

Beer bottles were all over the place, even though Tony decided not to drink any today; they were all from last night. Some were standing upright while others were laying on their sides, the noses of the glass bottles hanging over the coffee table. A rather rotten smelling pizza was sitting in a box on the edge of the table as well, threatening to fall off if so much as a fly touched it. Movie cases were opened up wide, the DVD's haphazardly thrown in there, not properly put back.

He had been so careless that he left James Bond out to get scratched.

Rushing over he bent down in front of the TV and carefully put it back in, closing the DVD case and letting out a slight sigh of relief before standing back up and continuing to scan the mess of his...their living room.

A blanket was thrown half onto the ground, half onto the couch, Ziva's homemade quilt from Israel left forgotten on the floor, part of it sticking out of the couch where he was sure it was trampled on.

The pillow looked as if it was hanging on for dear life to the side of the couch, the pillow case sliding down so that half of the pillow was exposed.

And on top of this, all Tony had to mutter was this: "I'll take care of it later."

With that, he started towards the bedroom so that he could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. He didn't even remember the last time that he took a shower. Lifting his arm up, he sniffed his armpit once and stopped walking, scrunching his eyes tightly together and wrinkling his nose up at the smell, "Phew..." he said, "Stinky, stinky, stinky." However, as he opened up the bedroom door, all thoughts of a nice, hot, refreshing shower left his mind as he stared, wide-eyed, at the bedroom.

Compared to the living room, this was much worse.

Boxes upon boxes of clothes and other materials were lined up and down the far wall of the bedroom, all of them packed to the brim, over-flowing if you might say.

Confused, Tony moved towards the boxes, thinking briefly back to what Ziva had told him yesterday night in their argument after she came home from work, 'I will be moving out this weekend...' He prayed that this wasn't what the boxes were for. If anything, he prayed that they were full of baby food, baby clothes, baby everything. Opening up the first box he came face to face with one of his favorite shirts...of Ziva's. Getting worried, he rifled through them, realizing that the whole box was full of Ziva's clothes. He moved onto the next one, and the same thing came up. Getting worried now, and a little anxious, he moved onto the next one, where all of her shoes sat.

However, when he came to one box, he had had enough, "NO!" he shouted at nothing, and then picked up the box and walked over to the dresser, pulling out a drawer, which was empty, and shoving the panties, bra, and lingerie into the drawer, "These," he shoved handfuls into the drawer, "Are," More handfuls, "Not," He shoved some more in, "Going," He was getting close to finishing shoving in the clothes, "Anywhere." He finally finished, shoving the drawer shut and taking in a deep breath, to calm himself down, "Just like Ziva." he muttered before he looked at the other boxes that were still up against the wall.

There must have been at least four or five more.

He didn't really, at this point, care about what she was going to say to him when she got home and saw that all of her 'hard work' was 'ruined' because he decided that he had been a big, fat ass to her and that he realized what was right.

And then he was going to take a shower, shave for once, and put on nice clothes. He prayed that she didn't burn any of them, though he didn't smell any smoke or see any fire. However, this was Ziva. He didn't know what she was capable of.

He had to make it up to her.

He had no choice.

He felt guilty as hell, and, unlike with Jeanne, he was getting a second chance.

And he was going to milk it for what it was worth.

Tony straightened his shirt in the blurry reflection of the silver metal doors in front of him. For some reason, he was incredibly nervous. He shifted his grip on the Chinese Take-out bag he had in his hand, running a hand over his cheek.

Cleanly shaven.

Check.

He fixed his shirt, even though it was perfectly straight.

Tucked in or un-tucked?

Which does Ziva like better?

He pulled the tails of his shirt out.

The elevator doors slid open and he took a deep breath, poking his head out to make sure that Vance wasn't anywhere in sight before starting out of the lift and into the squad room. He noticed that McGee and Gibbs' desks were empty, but he also noticed that Ziva was nowhere in sight. Walking to the entrance of the bullpen, he found her sitting at her desk, her head down on top of her crossed arms. He looked around, to see if anyone was looking at her, and then walked and stood in front of her desk, standing there.

"Go 'way." She muttered.

He just stared down at her, "Why?" She snapped her head up to look at him, and that's when Tony realized that she looked just as bad as he did.

She fumbled with her words a little as she just stared at him, "W-What do you want?" She demanded, "I thought you were suspended....from the building, Tony."

"Yeah...well..." He said, looking around and then turning back to her, smiling, "Vance doesn't see me, so it's all good."

"Ah, I get it." She nodded, "If you lie, then it is perfectly fine. Now if I lie, then it is perfectly un-fine."

Tony chose to ignore her statement as he looked around the bullpen, "Hey, where are McGee and Gibbs?"

"Out." She responded, "On the field. Gibbs got a call."

"Right." There was an awkward silence between them before Tony decided he wanted to ask a stupid question: 'Why didn't you go with them?' He answered it for himself: 'Because, you idiot, she's pregnant with your child, and the last time she was on the field and pregnant was the time that she almost got blown up by some bomb, stupid.' "So...uh..." He looked down at the bag he was holding in his left hand that was full of Chinese food, "Brought you some lunch! I figured that you and Baby DiNozzo'd get hungry..." He lifted the bag up and set it down, "So I brought you a little something."

"A little?" she demanded, "Tony, this is way too much food."

He shrugged, "Gotta eat for two." She just looked up at him, unsure of what to say. I thought that you didn't care about the baby, Tony, or me. You made that very clear last night and yesterday in a whole. He felt the urge to kiss her, but then realized that he'd like to go home in one piece, so he nodded, stuck his hands into his pockets, and then promptly left the squad room, leaving the enormous bag of Chinese food sitting in front of the starving, pregnant Ziva David.

Who, quite frankly, was rather unsure of what to think about Tony at the moment.

Was everything that happened just...a nightmare?

Was it all just a dream?

And did she finally wake up from it?

Tony jogged down the street, knowing that Ziva would be home soon. If he was doing what he was planning on doing, with the ring that now had a new home in his pocket (he didn't think that it liked that home very much, and he didn't like it very much either), he had to do it fast.

Running into the jewelry store he went up to the first employee and nearly slammed the ring down onto the glass counter. The lady jumped slightly and looked at him, "Are you making a return?"

"No, no, no...definitely not." He shook his head, "I want this engraved."

"Uh..." She started, looking down at the ring that was now sparkling in the faint sunlight coming through the window, "Right..." She went to go and pick up the ring when she froze and looked up at Tony, "May I?" She questioned.

"Oh, yeah, sure, sure, go ahead." He motioned for her to take it and she carefully picked it up, holding it between two fingers, studying it with her glasses.

"It is extremely beautiful."

"Yeah, she is." Tony grinned, "Hey, could you like make it snappy? Cause I gotta like...go."

"What do you want done?" She questioned and he reached over, pointing with one finger at the part of the band that was 'under' the diamond.

"Right there."

She chuckled, "Not 'where', dear. 'What'."

"Oh, right, sorry. 'Ziva DiNozzo.'"

She smiled, "Pretty name as well."

"Yeah, I know." She started to put the information down onto a sheet of paper when Tony decided to ask her a question, "Hey, how long do you think this is gonna take?"

She looked down at her watch before looking back up at him, "About three hours."

"Are you serious?" He demanded.

"Yes." She nodded, "There are several other people that are having jewelry engraved as well."

"But...but.." Tony started, "Hey, look here. I really need this ring done in say, thirty minutes, cause...look, it's a long story, and...long story short, I just need it some come on, please, please, please, please, please put this one on the top of your list. Here! I'll pay extra!"

She smiled slightly at him, her mouth closed as she stopped writing and looked up at him, "Sir, I cannot do that."

Tony groaned. He really didn't have to do this. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his badge, flipping it open, "The name's Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS, if you don't put me at the top of your list of engraving thingys, I will not pay extra and I will have no problems in taking you over to headquarters and sustaining you for 48 hours without cause."

Her face turned nearly bleach white, "You know what? Forget the paying extra, I am just going to go and take this back to Steve right now." She hurried quickly away from him and Tony smirked as he put his badge back into his pants pocket.

Oh yeah, he forgot to tell her he was suspended; he couldn't do that.

With the newly engraved ring in his pocket, Tony ran to his car and drove like Ziva to get back to the apartment. He had things to do.

And if he was going to make it up to Ziva, he had to get it done fast. He wanted the apartment perfectly clean and dinner done in 2 hours. He felt as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders when Gibbs made him realize what an ass he'd been to Ziva. He hated himself, and he could only hope that Ziva would forgive him.

When he got into the apartment, he grabbed a trash bag and quickly disposed of the beer bottles and pizza box, making the smell immediately leave the room. He then fixed the couch, placing the pillows on it just right, before folding Ziva's blanket and setting it over the couch like it was supposed to be. He quickly put all the DVDs back in their cases and back on the shelves where they belonged.

He then ran into the kitchen, washing dishes as if he was getting paid by the plate. Looking at his watch, he started on his famous lasagna, figuring that he better get it into the oven and cooking before cleaning the rest of the place. The oven beeped, letting Tony know that it was pre-heated, just as he placed the last layer on top. He stuffed the glass dish in the oven and slammed the door closed, looking at his watch again. Ziva was going to be home in about an hour.

"Damn it!" He said loudly and ran back to their room. He quickly gathered as many empty boxes as he could carry, walking towards the door when he stopped. A grin spread across his face.

He was going to be a father soon.

And they lived in a one bedroom apartment.

Which meant moving.

And to move, you need boxes.

He walked into the kitchen, grabbing a butter knife from the drawer before returning to the bedroom to flatten the boxes. After working for a year on the stock team when he was 15, he knew how to flatten boxes, quickly. He stacked them neatly and put them in the back of the closet. After making the bed, he ran into the bathroom and cleaned it up, everything was perfectly in its place. Just as he finished, the oven beeped and he grinned.

Dinner was ready.

He lit two candles on the table, and had everything set perfectly by 6:04. And not a minute later, Ziva walked in. She furrowed her eyebrows together and looked around. She was afraid to move.

The place was spotless.

Tony walked up to her and took her backpack from her, and without saying a word, took her gun off and badge off of her belt, walking back to the bedroom and placing them on the dresser before returning to her. She hadn't moved.

"Hey." He said softly. Ziva only looked at him.

She had to swallow the lump in her throat before she could speak, "Tony, what is this?" She replied.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, putting his arm around her and to the small of her back, leading her to the table, "I um...made some lasagna." She sat down in the chair and only continued to stare. "Eat up." He said softly.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her eyes glazed over with tears. Tony let out a sigh and walked over to her, squatting down so that he was closer to eye level.

He let out a sigh, "Ziva...I know..." He let out another sigh and took her hand, "I know I've said some stupid things in the last...48 hours." Ziva blinked to keep the tears from falling, "I know that I was taught not to apologize, because it's a sign of weakness." She couldn't hold them back anymore, "But I'm weak right now. And I am so, so, so very sorry. For everything I said."

"Tony I.."

"No, please." He said and then put both of his hands on her face, wiping her tears with this thumbs, "Nothing would make me happier to be married to you, and to have a child with you. I can't wait to be a Daddy." She looked down and then back at him, "I don't know what made me act like that, Zi, but I was a complete ass to you. And I am so very, very sorry. I love you and baby more than anything." He looked into her brown eyes and let go of her face, standing to his full form.

Ziva couldn't believe what just happened.

He was so...sincere.

Not able to take it anymore, she forgot everything and wanted nothing more than to hold him. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, letting the tears from her eyes soak into his shirt. "Tony..." She cried, pulling him even closer.

"Oh Ziva..." He whispered and had to blink a few times himself to keep tears from falling. Ziva continued to cry into his shirt, and she felt her knees become weak as she started to fall to the ground. Tony went down with her, and they were now on the ground just...holding each other.

After a few minuets, she backed up from him only slightly, just far enough so that she could see his face, "I am sorry too...for what I said."

"No, Zi. You don't need to be sorry."

More tears poured out of her eyes, "I love you, Tony."

"I love you, Ziva." He replied and slowly leaned in, feeling her lips on his for the first time in days. The kiss was short, but perfect as he wrapped his arms around her again. She pulled back again and he placed a kiss on her forehead and stood up, holding his hands down to her to aide her as she stood. He intertwined his fingers with hers as she sat down in the chair, "You hungry?"

"Yeah, a little." She said, a smile now on her face. He handed her the fork and she took a small bite. He ate quickly and walked back over to her, standing behind her as she ate, massaging her shoulders lightly. She finished eating and stood, turning to him and placing a tender kiss on his lips, "Thank you. That was very good."

"I'm glad you liked it." He replied, "I've got us a movie to watch..." She smiled and he wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked to the couch, sitting as close as they could to one another. Sometime during the movie, Ziva's tired eyes won the battle. As the movie ended, Tony smiled and carried her to the bedroom, tucking her in. He removed his shirt and jeans, walking around to the other side. He crawled into bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body close. He was just about asleep when he remembered.

The ring.

Detaching himself from Ziva, he picked up his jeans and dug the ring out of his pocket, walking quietly over to the peacefully sleeping Ziva. He carefully took her left and held her ring finger, slowly sliding the ring onto it. He smiled and leaned up to her lips, placing a very soft kiss on them. She stirred only slightly, but remained asleep. He smiled and returned to the bed, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her body close.

He let out a deep sigh, and then sleep overcame him. For the first time in two days, he was comfortable and happy.

One thing was for sure.

He wasn't getting that close to losing her again.

Ever.

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