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Ziva slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Her body wanted more sleep, for she didn't sleep much at all in the last 48 hours. The bed was empty, and Tony's side was cold, and she briefly wondered if it was all a dream. She looked around the bedroom and noticed that the boxes she'd previously packed were not there anymore. She smiled and sat up in the bed.
It wasn't a dream.
She rubbed her face with her eyes, hoping that it would help her wake up a little more, when something hard and metal hit her face. Puzzled, she quickly removed her hands from her face and looked at her left one. There sat her engagement ring. She took it off of her finger and looked at it, a large smile spread across her lips.
It was so beautiful.
"Hey, you're awake." Tony said, snapping her out of the trance she was in. He had a tray in his hands and he walked over to the end table, setting it down before leaning up to her, placing a kiss on her lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning." She replied and grabbed the back of his head, kissing him again. He pulled back and grabbed the tray, putting the legs down before setting it over her legs. She put the ring back on her finger and put two hands on his face again, making him look directly in her eyes, "Did I tell you how beautiful this ring is?" Tony only smiled, "Thank you."
"No, Ziva. It's back where it belongs." He said, "And it's going to stay there." She smiled and he leaned in for another kiss. She broke it, and then looked at the clock, 0730h.
"Tony...we are going to be late."
"Oh, no, don't worry. I called Gibbs and told him we'd be late."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "Why?"
"I wanted to make you breakfast and spend a little time with you." She smiled again, she couldn't believe what that man could do to her. She picked up her fork and cut off a piece of pancake, taking a small bite. Tony sat on the edge of the bed smiling at her, her hand in his.
She patted the bed, "Come join me." She said and he smiled.
"No, sweetcheeks, I made that for you and baby."
"But I want to share it. Baby and I cannot eat all this. And baby right now does not eat much." He laughed.
"Okay." He walked around the bed and crawled in next to her, mocking her position. She cut off another piece and held it to his mouth, and he took it, chewing it slowly. "Not bad, if I do say so myself."
She smiled, but it quickly disappeared as the pancake suddenly tasted funny. Tony turned to her and furrowed his eyebrows together, as her face was suddenly very white. He put his hand on her knee and shook it lightly, "You okay?"
"No." Was all she managed to say as she quickly moved the tray, and ran quickly to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. Tony quickly followed her in there, pulling her hair back and holding it for her, rubbing small circles in her back. She finally finished and stood to her full form. She looked at Tony, who had a sad look on his face. She smiled only slightly, "It is all part of it, Tony."
"You okay?" She laughed again.
"Yes, I am fine." They returned to the bed and Tony wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body close. He took a deep breath, breathing in her scent that was so...Ziva. Ziva wrapped his arms around him, and if it was possible, they were even closer.
"I just want to...hold you." Tony said quietly. He then brought his hand down to her stomach, pulling up her shirt just a little, rubbing his hand on her skin. She backed up just a little and watched him as he softly pressed his lips on her belly, and then looked at her. "I'm sorry if I gave you any sort of impression that I do not want this child."
"You have already apologized, Tony."
"I know, but, sweetheart, I was..."
"Tony..." She said, putting her index finger on his lips, "I know. I forgive you." He smiled and pressed a kiss on her lips, before returning his attention back to her belly, rubbing his thumb slowly on her olive skin.
"Do you want a boy? Or a girl?"
Ziva chuckled, "I do not know, Tony." He looked at her and smiled, "What about you?"
"Well, you know I could teach Mr. DiNozzo about girls, what to look for, what not to look for, and that could be total fun." She laughed, "But, when Miss DiNozzo gets old enough to date, which will be...when she's about 30, I will probably have a nervous breakdown."
"I think you will make an excellent father."
"And you already are an excellent mother." They both chuckled and Tony kissed her again. "I really got to wait 8 more months?"
Ziva laughed, "That is typical." Tony leaned on his arm, continuing to rub his hand on her stomach. Ziva closed her eyes and then opened them, "Tony, may I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, anything."
She sighed, "I just would like to know..." She looked him dead in the eyes, "Why you..." She searched for the right word, "...suddenly...decided to forgive me for lying to you? Because not two days ago, you were so angry with me. I could see it in your eyes."
"I just...realized..." He laughed, "I realized that you did what you did because you love me and Baby." He looked down at the sheets on the bed, "And I've done it before too." She only furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. He looked at her, the confusion very evident on her face, "Jeanne."
"Ah." She was at a loss for words.
He chuckled again, "And some sense got whacked into me. Literally."
"I am sorry for the things I said as well, Tony. I did not mean them."
He smiled, "Zi...I already told you. You have nothing to be sorry for." He leaned over and gave her another kiss, and pulled her into a hug again.
About 2 hours later, Ziva opened her eyes and felt Tony's heavy arms around her small body. Their legs were tangled, and his head was buried into her neck. She moved as much as she could, trying to get a glimpse at the clock that was on the end table. 0945h. She ran her hand up Tony's arm and shook him lightly. "Tony..." She said softly and he opened his eyes, kissing her neck softly.
"Hm?" He asked.
"We need to go to work."
"Mm." Was his reply. She chuckled and shook him again.
"Tony..." She warned.
"But why?" He said, his lips touching on her neck as he spoke, "All we're going to be doing is damn paperwork. That's not fun. Laying here, holding you in my arms, is."
"Come on...get up." She said, pushing him even harder.
He let out a sigh and untangled his legs from hers and stood in from the bed in a huff, "Fine, fine." She chuckled and went to the closet to pick out her outfit for the day.
She let out a sigh, a small smile formed across her lips.
She was happy again.
Walking out of the elevator, Tony happily reached down and grabbed Ziva's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Tony...the rules?"
"I'm sure Gibbs will make an exception today." He replied and leaned down, placing a kiss on her forehead.
They stopped at the entrance of the bullpen, and Tony suddenly felt a head slap on the back of his head. "No I won't."
"Hey boss." Tony said and Gibbs smirked, patting him on the back.
"Welcome back, DiNozzo." He said and McGee walked over, standing in front of the pair.
"Morning."
Ziva smiled, "Good morning, Tim."
"Probie." Tony replied. McGee looked down at their hands, and Tony was holding her left one, the one with the engagement ring.
He smiled, "So uh...Everything...ok?" Gibbs turned his head to look at the two.
Ziva smiled, and then so did Tony, "Yes, Tim. Everything is fine."
"Beyond fine." Tony said, and let go of her hand as she moved to her desk.
"Tony I'm uh...sorry...for..."
Tony stretched his arm out and put his hand on the junior agents shoulder, "Tim, it's ok. I know why you did what you did."
"Because...Ziva would kill me if I didn't?"
"Yeah, well, that, and...You were helping out a friend." McGee nodded, and Tony held out his hand, "Thanks man."
McGee shook it and nodded, "Happy to help."
"O-k, now that make-up time is over, McGee, we have a case to solve. David, I need you to start making some calls for me, McGee has the list, DiNozzo, you've got desk work to do."
Tony groaned, he hated desk work. He sat down, and picked up a pen, stealing a glance from his fiancee, who was already on the phone.
About an hour later, the squad was quiet, until Gibbs suddenly stood, putting his gun on his side. "McGee, lets go. Found another one." McGee let out a sigh and stood, doing the same. "You coming, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked and Tony grinned, very happy to get to leave his desk. Gibbs turned to Ziva, who also stood, "Stay." He said softly.
"Gibbs I-."
"No, Ziver. You stay." Tony waited until Gibbs and McGee left the squad room, and quickly walked over to Ziva.
"Uncalled for." She said, putting her gun back in the drawer.
Tony laughed and gave her a kiss on the lips, "This time, sweetcheeks, I agree with Gibbs. You need to stay. I love you." He said and hurried to the elevator, sliding in just as the doors closed. Feeling a hard smack on the back of the head. Tony sighed, "What was that one for, boss?"
"For the kiss you just gave Ziva."
"Thank you boss."
Ziva sat at her desk, tapping a pencil on it, propping her head up with her hand. She was bored. She stood from her desk and walked around it a couple of times before deciding to cure her boredom.
A visit with Abby.
She smiled at the thought and quickly walked to the back elevator, pressing the button hard, as if it would get there faster. The silver doors slid open and Ziva walked in, puzzled when she didn't see the Goth. "Abby?" She questioned, and the doors opened, revealing Abby. She smiled and then so did Abby.
"Hey, you're smiling!"
Ziva laughed, "I am." Ziva put her hands on Abby's shoulders. "Tony apologized. For everything. The wedding is back on."
Abby squealed and gave her a death gripping hug, "Oh I knew it! I just knew it!" She suddenly pushed back from Ziva, looking right into her brown eyes, "Wait, does he want the baby?"
Ziva smiled, "Oh yes. Very much. He has already decided that if we have a girl, she will not date until she's 30."
Abby laughed and hugged her again, "Ziva that's great. I'm so glad he forgave you." She walked over to the space in front of her computer and picked up a folder, "Guess I won't need this anymore."
Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together, "What are those?"
"Oh. Plans to kill Tony." She said and Ziva laughed.
"Not necessary." She said and Abby squealed again, hugging her tightly "Abby, there is a small problem with your wedding location."
"No! That's perfect!"
"Yes, it is perfect, but, I doubt that Director Vance will let you, me, Tony, McGee, Gibbs, Ducky and Palmer off for several days."
"No. He will. I'll talk to him. This place is perfect and we are not giving it up. For anything!" Ziva laughed.
"I must get back before Gibbs returns." Abby only smiled and hugged her yet again, but this time it was a softer one.
"I'm so happy, Ziva. I just knew Tony couldn't be without you." Ziva nodded and turned to walk back in the elevator. Her own words rang in her head: "The wedding is back on."
Abby skipped into the elevator and across the catwalk, smiling as people scattered in all directions in order to avoid getting their feet caught under Abby's large platform boots. That would surely end someone up in the emergency room.
She continued to skip through the Director's office, stopping abruptly in front of the door, turning and smiling at Cynthia, who just smiled back, with a little nervousness before just motioning Abby to go in. She nodded in happiness and then opened the door, walking in.
He was looking down at his paperwork, not even bothering to look up, "Agent Gibbs, have you made your decision yet?"
"Not Gibbs!" She smiled, and he looked up at her. Her expression dropped off her face as she realized his look, "Sir." She ended, quickly, hoping to cover up and reduce his icy glare.
He stood up straight and straightened his jacket, walking around his desk and leaning on the front of it, "How can I help you, Miss Sciuto?"
She took a military stance, "Sir, I am requesting leave of four NCIS agents," She smiled and relaxed a little as she grinned, "One be-you-ti-ful forensic scientist," She returned her stance, "One Medical Examiner and one Medical Examiner..." She fumbled with her words, the stance slowly leaving, "...Assistant?" He just stared at her, and she sighed, throwing her hands up, "Basically Ziva, Gibbs, Tony, Timmy, Ducky, and Palmer!" She smiled, "Oh, and me of course."
"Timmy?"
"McGee!" She smiled, bouncing from one foot to the next.
He raised an eyebrow, "And where are you planning on going?"
"Panama City!" She squealed.
Vance just stared at her, almost unsure of what to do, "I thought that I gave you an entire week in Panama City for your vacation time."
"Yes, I know, but we really need to go this time!"
"And why is that?"
"Because of the wedding...duh!" She smiled and he furrowed his eyebrows together as he looked at her.
"There is no wedding, Miss Sciuto."
She suddenly gasped and backed up, placing two hands over her open mouth, "Oh...my...gosh...you weren't supposed to know about that! Ohmygosh!" She gasped again.
"According to Agent Gibbs, Officer David and Agent DiNozzo called off their wedding."
She glowered at him and placed one hand on each of her hips, glaring at him, "And just when did Agent Gibbs tell you this?" She demanded.
"Yesterday." He nodded, sure of his answer.
Abby now changed her expression from angry, annoyed, and something else, to a happy smile, "Uh, uh, uh, that's where you're wrong, Director Vance, not Gibbs."
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh really, Miss Sciuto?" He crossed his arms, "Care to enlighten me as to how?"
"Sure!" She grinned, "See, they really weren't going to get married yesterday, but this morning they came in and they were happily holding hands!" She squealed, "Timmy told me so."
"Is this so?" He questioned and she nodded.
"Well I know that Officer David's unable to go onto the field."
"Cause of the bun in the oven, yup." She nodded, happily.
"And Agent DiNozzo's suspended indefinitely from field work. And I know for a fact that Agent Gibbs got a phone call on a dead marine in Georgetown. So they're both down there alone?" Vance definitely didn't like the sound of that. He knew what they were capable of...
"Nope. Tony's not there. At least, not the last time I checked. Ziva's at her desk. She looks bored out of her mind."
"Yes, well, she should have thought before she got herself pregnant."
"Director Vance!" Abby suddenly shouted, raising levels of volume in her tone in a matter of a couple of seconds. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him, "I for one think that it is great that she is pregnant. She and Tony will be excellent parents."
"Right..." Vance sighed, "So you want to go to Panama City for....how long?"
"About a week." She smiled, "Actually, more like four...no...five days, seven at the max. So yeah, about a week." She grinned, nodding vigorously.
Vance pondered for a moment or two. Oh how he would love to get Gibbs off of his ass for a couple of days and not to watch David and DiNozzo play grab ass. A whole week without them...He smiled at the thought, "You tell me a date, Miss Sciuto-"
"They're getting married October 17th." She smiled.
He walked around his desk and looked at the calender, "You may have..." He ran his finger over the dates, "October 13th to the 19th. Plenty of time to get the wedding set up and plenty of time to clean up the mess I'm sure DiNozzo will make."
"Not DiNozzo." She smiled, "DiNozzos." She put an 's' at the end to make it plural, "Thank you so much, Director Vance!" She smiled, bending down and then up at the 'so'. She clapped her hands together and started towards the door, pausing in the entryway, turning towards him, "Oh yeah, and we've kinda figured something out here, Director." He just stared at her, waiting for her to continue, "Gibbs is always right. He has dark magic." She went to leave when she turned around again, "And to think that everyone said you were the big, bad, mean Director!" She smiled, and then skipped out, leaving Vance to glare at the open entryway.
He couldn't wait till October 13th.
Abby slammed her purse down onto Ziva's desk and she quickly backed away, looking up at the forensic scientist, "Abby?" She questioned.
"We're going Wedding Dress shopping." She smiled before walking over to Tony's desk and pulling open a drawer, rifling through it before she found what she was looking for; an American Express Credit Card.
"Abby..." Ziva warned, "That is Tony's 'emergency' credit card."
"I know." She smiled, slamming the desk drawer shut and walking towards her, nearly shoving it into her face, "And now it's for you!"
She just stared at it, her eyebrows furrowed together before looking back up at Abby, "Why?"
"We're going shopping, Ziva!" She smiled, "For Wedding Dresses!"
"Wedding dresses?" She questioned, almost in fear, "As in, more than one?"
"Well duh more than one. Well, we're only going to buy one, but we've gotta try on more than one! I mean, duh Ziva. We have to pick out the perfect dress. One that will make Tony's jaw drop to the ground and enable it unable to pick up." She grinned and Ziva just stared at her some more.
"I have a Credit Card, Abby." She said, "We do not need Tony's. Please, do not use Tony's."
"Awww but why not? It's so pretty and...un-swiped!" She almost drooled all over it as she smiled lovingly down at it, like it was a baby.
"Abby." She stood up and carefully grabbed the card, "Put. It. Back." She tugged on it some more.
"But Ziva..." She whined, "Its so pretty..." She sighed and then frowned, "Fine. I'll put it back."
Ziva smiled, "Thank you." Abby returned it to Tony's drawer and then walked back towards her, grabbing her purse off of her desk.
"Come on, let's go."
"Right now? But they are not back yet." She stared at the elevator doors behind her.
"Yes, right now! We have to go before they come back and Gibbs smacks me with evidence. Not that I don't mind evidence, because I do, it's just that I would rather be stuck watching you try on wedding dresses than down in my humble lab."
She sighed and stared at Tony's empty desk, "Let me just write a little note telling...them...where we went, and then I will go."
"Let's take your car." She smiled, jumping up and down, "Your brand new one."
"Actually, Tony drove me to work today; my car is at home."
"Great! Then we'll drive that one!" She walked over to Tony's desk again and grabbed the keys out of his drawer, chucking them towards her. She caught them, worry written on her face.
"Tony does not like me driving his car."
"Oh, he'll get over it. Come on, let's go!" She grinned, hurrying out of the bullpen. Ziva sighed and realized she had no choice, plus it was better than sitting there, bored in the bullpen, wondering what to do. Grabbing a sticky note, she scribbled Tony a note, placed it on his desk, grabbed her backpack, her badge, and Tony's car keys, and then started out of the bullpen, following Abby.
Tony, McGee, and Gibbs walked into the squad room, Gibbs immediately barking orders, "McGee, run his cell, I wanna know everyone he was in contact with. DiNozzo, deliver evidence to Abby. David, background check I wanna know everything about our Marine...Sargent Chris Allen." He looked at her desk and then furrowed his eyebrows together, spinning around to look at his team. McGee was already typing up on his computer whereas Tony just stood there, staring at Ziva's empty desk.
"Uh...boss?" Tony questioned, "Where's Ziva?" He nervously asked.
Tim looked up from his computer, "Bathroom?"
Tony groaned, "Boss...where is she?"
Gibbs just stared at him, "I don't know! Make yourself useful and go and figure it out!"
He looked down at his desk and then caught his eyes on a sticky note that was pressed neatly on top of his paperwork that he had been meaning to do, but since he was suspended, he couldn't handle it. He picked it up and immediately recognized Ziva's neat script.
'Tony-
Abby insisted that she take me out...somewhere. I will be back soon, I promise. I tried to convince her to wait, but that was extremely difficult to do.
I love you,
Ziva.'
He smiled and then sat down, content with himself, "Never mind, boss, we're good." Gibbs just rolled his eyes and went to go and sit down at his desk. Tony went to open up his drawer and place her note in there when he stopped and realized that his car keys weren't sitting there like he left them. His mind racing, he searched through his papers and other objects in there, several of them falling out, but he couldn't find them. He froze as his eyes caught Ziva's desk. She hadn't taken her car to work. Abby hated to drive, so she didn't. That meant one thing....she took his car to go...wherever they were going.
"Something wrong, DiNozzo?" Gibbs questioned and Tony just continued to stare wide-eyed at his fiancee's desk.
"We're not good, boss." He managed to squeak out, thinking of what she could possibly do to his car.
"Abby, this is the third bridal shop that you have taken me into."
"Yeah, well, Ziva, all of the other shops had hideous dresses. You're not wearing anything hideous to your wedding. That's disgusting." She stuck her tongue out to 'make a point'.
"There were some that I did not mind." She pointed out.
"Yeah, but they weren't the one, Ziva." She smiled, "They weren't the one that would make Tony's mouth drop open. Trust me, Ziva. Trust me. They were all plain and simple."
"I would like plain and simple."
"Ugh, Ziva," She pulled on her arm, "Just come into this last dress shop with me, please!"
"Tony probably has noticed that his car is missing." She pointed out, "And I do not believe that he will be very happy about that, considering that I did not even ask for his permission first."
"How many times has he called you?" She demanded, turning and abruptly stopping her in her path. Ziva reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone.
"About five times." She sighed after going through the missed call list.
"Oh." Abby's smile faded, but she quickly regained it, "Well I think he knows." She smiled, tugging on her hand again, pulling her towards a rack of Wedding Dresses, "Now you know the drill, Officer David!" She smiled and Ziva just rolled her eyes before finding a seat and sitting down.
"I sit, and you bring me over numerous amounts of dresses."
"Exactly!" She grinned before returning to the racks.
About ten to fifteen minutes later, Abby returned with many different dresses in her hands. She plopped them down in her lap and smiled, "Now go and try those babies on!"
"Try babies on?" She questioned, "I already have a baby...and how would I try one on?"
"No, no!" She sighed and then poked the dresses, "The wedding dresses!"
"Oh." Ziva mumbled before walking towards the dressing room.
She emerged about five minutes later, wearing a rather large dress that barely made it through the door.
Abby stuck out her tongue and put two thumbs down.
The next dress was just so hideous, there were barely even words to describe it.
Abby quickly closed her eyes, "Oh. My. God, Ziva." She said, "That is hideous!"
"Abby!" She hissed, "I am pretty sure that you pick out these dresses just to make fun of me in them!" She spat and she watched as the forensic scientist dropped her mouth open.
"I would never do that, Ziva!" She exclaimed, "I swear it looked better on the rack than it does on you!" She realized her 'mistake', "Not that it doesn't look good on you. Because nearly everything looks good on you. It's just that-"
"Abby." Ziva hissed through her gritted teeth, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, "Not now."
"Right. Sorry." She disappeared back into the dressing room and went to go and try on yet another dress that Abby had picked out when her eyes caught a dress that had been left from someone else that had tried it on. Checking the size, she realized that it was her size. She smiled and picked it up.
Simple yet sexy, and she was pretty sure that it would make Tony drop dead on the spot. She smirked at the thought of his facial expression.
Looking at the other dresses that Abby had picked out for her, she quickly slipped out of the hideous one she was wearing, put it back onto the hanger, and then put on the one left by whoever else was in the dressing room.
Closing her eyes, she prepared herself. Maybe it looked better on the rack than it did on her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
She almost dropped her jaw.
It was like the dress was made for her, hugging her curves perfectly. She turned slightly so that she could see the back of the dress, or lack of was a better word, and she smiled. She and Abby had narrowed it down to a long train, no lace, no 'poof' and nothing too simple. She smiled again and realized that this dress had all of that.
Turning around, she started out of the dressing room and stood on the platform as Abby let her mouth drop open, "Where'd you get that from, Ziva?" she exclaimed, standing up, "I did not pick that one out!" Ziva, who was still smiling, let it drop.
"You do not like it?"
"No!" She exclaimed and Ziva felt her heart drop, "I love it!" She squealed, "Where'd you find that?" She rushed over to her, looking her up and down, walking around her in a circle, examining it. Ziva had several people walk around her and stare at her almost in shock, mumbling amongst themselves.
"It was in the dressing room." She shrugged, "I believe that it was left over because someone did not clean up."
"Well..." She stood in front of her, "I can't think of a better fit!" She smiled, "It's like this was made for you! Just like Tony! You and he are soul mates and this dress was just...sent down from the heavens for you!" She grinned, jumping up and down and clapping her hands, "It's fate, Ziva, don't you get it? I mean, why else would that dress just happen to be in the dressing room that you were in? There are five other dressing rooms, why couldn't it be one of those?" Ziva just stared at her, and Abby motioned her to 'get lost' with a sweeping motion away from her body, "Now go, go get changed and then bring that dress back out here. Leave those other ones in there."
Ziva nodded, happy about her choice in the wedding dress. She hurried to change in the dressing room and then brought the dress back out to Abby. The forensic scientist took it with a grin as she held it up, "Sold!"
"I love Gibbs in interrogation." Tony said, throwing another piece of popcorn into his mouth. "He may head slap me a lot, but the man is great in interrogation."
"You're positive this guy did it?" McGee said, his look confused.
"It's so painfully obvious." He threw another piece of popcorn but it missed his mouth and landed on the floor behind him. "He killed guy number one because he wanted the money. Guy number two was for the woman."
"Or he could've been framed."
"No way. This guy's got murderer all over him."
"Will you stop chewing so loud?" McGee said and Tony turned to him.
"It's popcorn. You can't chew it loud."
McGee let out a sigh, "This guy is just staring at Gibbs, when is he going to say something?"
"Got ants in your pants, McGoo?"
"If this guy did it, I want this case solved."
Tony looked up at him and furrowed his eyebrows together, "Why?"
"I've got something planned, Tony."
Tony chuckled, "Cancel them. I need your help." They both snapped their heads when Gibbs finally lost his cool and slammed his fist on the table.
"You need my help with what?"
"Wedding's coming up. Need to...pick out a ring."
"And you want my help?"
"You're my best man...or that's just your title. Could use a second opinion."
"Fine. As long as it doesn't take all day."
Tony laughed sarcastically, "What if we get another call?"
"We? Aren't you supposed to be suspended?"
"No, of course not."
"Vance said you were."
"I was suspended. From the building." Another fist full of popcorn went into his mouth. "But not anymore. I'm back and I'm better than ever."
"Right." McGee said, rolling his eyes.
Gibbs walked around the table and leaned over the man, one hand on the chair, the other on the table. "You killed Sergeant Myers. And then you killed Savitz, didn't you, Dusty?"
"No."
Tony groaned from behind the glass, "Oh come on man, you're never going to win! Just give up!" He let his head fall back and he looked at the ceiling.
"Fine." Dusty finally said, and the two agents behind the glass both grinned. Gibbs won again. He gritted his teeth together and looked into Gibbs' blue eyes, "I did it."
Gibbs, who was still standing directly over him, laughed. "Yeah, I know you did. Get up." He said and pulled the handcuffs from his belt.
"Yes! Case solved!" Tony said happily and then walked out of observation to escort the guilty man to the police.
Once Tony returned to the squad room, Gibbs was leaving it, a small smirk on his face, "Good night, DiNozzo." He looked over at Ziva's desk, which was still empty, and then over to McGee's, who was writing.
"We can go?" He said happily and then picked upt the phone to call Ziva again.
"Yeah, sure." Tony grinned even more and collected his gun, "When you finish your report and that stack of paperwork."
"Oh come on boss..." Gibbs only glared at him, "On it." Gibbs smirked again and walked towards the elevator. Once the silver doors slid closed, Tony threw his backpack over his shoulder. "Come on, McRingShopper. Lets go."
"But Gibbs just said...."
"I know what Gibbs just said but these places aren't open 24 hours. Lets go." McGee sighed and knew he wasn't going to win, so he stood and collected his gun. "There we go." McGee walked over to him and Tony put his hand on the Probie's shoulder. "Zi's still got my car so we'll have to take yours."
"What? Where is she?"
"Don't know. Out with Abby."
"Well call her."
Tony rolled his eyes and gave McGee a head slap. "I already did, McObvious. She didn't answer."
"And you're not worried?"
"A little. I mean...I've already lost two cars, don't want to lose another. But Ziva is the one driving."
"Wasn't talking about the car, Tony. I was talking about Ziva and your unborn child."
"Oh. No, I'm not really worried about them. She left me a note, and she's with Abby. Phone's probably dead." McGee only nodded as they stepped off of the elevator, at the parking garage. The two men walked slowly towards McGee's car, when they spotted Tony's car pulling in. He grinned his famous DiNozzo grin and ran over to it, letting his hand roam over it for scratches. "It's okay! Not even a scratch!" He said happily and then walked over to Ziva, looking around her body as well, "Not a scratch on you, either. Hey baby." He said and kissed her on the lips. Ziva only rolled her eyes as he leaned down to her stomach, "Hey other baby!" He said and rubbed it. He then looked into the backseat, where a black dress bag lay on it. "Ooh hey, what's in there?" Ziva quickly reached before he did and grabbed it, holding it close to her body.
"This is none of your business, Tony." She said, keeping it away from his reach.
"Oh come on Zi. You gotta let me see it." McGee and Abby only looked at each other as they watched in amazement. "Ziva David!" He said loudly, desperately trying to get the bag from her. She took a step backwards and he followed, throwing his backpack into the backseat. "Oh, you wanna play that game?" Ziva laughed and took off running, and Tony followed, zigzagging through the NCIS parking garage. He caught her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her off of the ground, spinning her around in a circle. They were both laughing and Tony turned her around, placing a passionate kiss on her lips, the black bag squished in between them.
Abby turned to McGee from their position next to Tony's car, "Where is my camera when I need it? That was such a Kodak moment!" She said and McGee only chuckled.
The breathless pair returned to the car and Ziva gave the 'mysterious' black bag to Abby, "Hide this at your place."
"Aw sweetcheeks, come on! I want to see!"
"No, Tony." She said and gave him a kiss on the lips. Abby opened the trunk of her Hurst and lay the bag down in it, slamming it closed and listened for the 'beep' when she locked it. Tony walked over to Ziva again.
"Fine. I've got...something to do. Keys please?" Ziva started to hand them to him but jerked them back.
"Where are you going?"
He turned his head and smiled, "You have information I want, I have information you want, shall we dance?"
"No, I do not feel like 'dancing'."
"It's a...never mind. Keys?" Ziva placed the keys in his hand. "Thank you." He said and placed another kiss on her lips. "I will be back in a little while and we'll go home." McGee slipped into the drivers seat and Tony started the car, before jumping out of it again. He pointed to Ziva, "Oh, yeah, I need to borrow that."
"Borrow what?" She asked.
"Your ring." He took her left and and she quickly snatched it away.
"No!" She said in defense, "Why do you need my ring?"
He groaned, "Fine, shoe size?"
"What?"
"She wears a seven." Abby chirped in and Tony smiled.
"Thanks Abs." He got into the car again and looked at McGee. "Ziva's shoe size: 7. Remember that."
Ziva and Abby watched as Tony left the parking garage. Ziva looked up at Abby, "Abby?"
"Yes?" She said, a smile plastered on her face.
"Why did Tony want to know my shoe size?"
She chuckled, "Tell you later."
Tony parked the car at the fifth jewelry shop and McGee was the first to get out. He groaned, "So, why did you need her shoe size?"
"Little fact my mother taught me, McGoo. Your shoe size is the same size ring you wear. And when we find Ziva's perfect ring, I'll need her shoe size."
"They're the same? Really? Didn't know that."
"Yes well..."
"Don't even go there."
"You don't know what I was going to say." Tony walked up to the counter and one of the attendants smiled at them,
"Hello gentlemen. What can I help you with today?"
"Hello..." Tony leaned over the counter and squinted at his name badge, "Phil. You see, this amazing person actually wants to be married to me. So therefor, I need a wedding band." Phil looked between McGee and Tony.
"Oh, I see." He smiled, "Congratulations to you both." McGee and Tony looked at each other with wide eyes.
"Oh, no. No. No. No. No. My fiancee isn't here. And she's a woman." Phil nodded slowly.
"Right...Well we have a very nice variety of women's wedding bands." He led them to another case and pointed them out. "Would you like gold or silver?"
"Her engagement ring is silver."
"Silver it is then." Tony squinted his eyes and shook his head.
"None of these are really screaming Ziva." He groaned and then looked over to McGee, who was looking further down, "Got anything McScan?"
"Maybe. What about this one?" Tony and Phil both walked down to where McGee was standing. Phil took it out of the case and Tony put it halfway on his finger, examining closley. It was a silver band, with small diamonds all around it, one that absolutely looked like Ziva. He then turned to McGee, a grin plastered on his face.
"We have a winner."
Tony returned to the bullpen, a smile on his face. He had stowed her wedding band in the glove compartment of McGee's Porsche, telling him, no, warning him that if he lost it he was going to be a very, very dead man.
"Did you have fun?" She questioned as he walked into the bullpen, no strutted into the bullpen and placed two hands on Ziva's desk, leaning down and pecking her on the lips before starting back towards his own desk.
"Yeah, we did." he smiled, "You have fun hiding that wedding dress from me?"
She let her mouth drop open, "You saw it?" She demanded, "How? You finally learned how to pick a lock?"
"No." He grinned, "But I know what you and Abby did while you were gone."
She sighed and shook her head as she turned back to her paperwork, "I do not understand this case." She admitted, "I was not here for any of it."
"Gibbs was bossin' in interrogation." He smiled, looking up at her, "Like he normally is, but not really."
She looked away from him and around the bullpen, "Speaking of Gibbs, where is he?"
"Went home." McGee spoke up. Ziva looked at Tony in shock.
"It was a great interrogation. One of his top ten." He shrugged and Ziva sighed, burying her head in her hands. Tony, who was currently scribbling down the needed information for his paperwork looked up at her in concern, "Hey." He called, and she glanced up at him, "You okay?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"You don't look okay."
"I am perfectly fine."
He still have a concerned look in his eyes as he stared at her, "You sure?"
"Tony!" She nearly laughed, "Please! Finish your paperwork." She nearly pleaded and he nodded.
"I'm getting there, sweetheart."
Two hours later, Ziva leaned back in her seat, changing her position for about the fifth time. She propped her feet up onto the desk, a notepad on her thighs, a pen in her right hand, scribbling on the pad. McGee had left an hour ago, biding her and Tony goodnight. He had given her a small kiss on the cheek and she had smiled whereas Tony frowned to begin with and then smiled back at her.
"I'm trying, sweetheart." he whispered as he let out a sigh.
"I know." She said, turning her head to look at him, tugging on her shirt and uncomfortably shifting in her chair, "This shirt is a little uncomfortable, that is all." She looked down at her stomach, "And I think I am getting fatter."
Tony laughed, "That's normally what happens when you're pregnant." He put a finger up, "Hey, hold on." He reached down and opened up his bottom drawer, pulling out a sweatshirt and tossing it across the bullpen. She caught it and smiled, softly, "Try this."
"Thank you." She said and he shrugged his shoulders.
"I love seeing you in my clothes anyways." He grinned, "Sometimes I think that they look better on you than they do on me."
She stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse, after making sure that there was no one around to watch her besides Tony (who had seen it all anyways), revealing her white lacy bra to him. He whistled, "Damn, Zee-vah." She slipped the sweatshirt over her head and let out a sigh of content as she sat back down.
"Thank you." She whispered, almost to herself as she wrapped her arms around her body, picking up her notepad once again.
"Whatcha doing?" He questioned.
"Making a guest list for our wedding. So far I have you-"
He laughed, "Thanks for inviting me, Zi, I mean, it is my wedding."
"Our wedding." She corrected him, standing up with the list. She read it as she walked towards him, "You, me, obviously." She glanced up at him as she walked and then back down at the notepad, "Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Jimmy-"
"Palmer?" Tony asked in shock, "Psh, the Autopsy Gremlin?" She stopped at the side of his desk, next to the trashcan.
"Yes." She looked up at him, "I like him."
"You like me more." He grinned, and she rolled her eyes.
"I am not engaged to Palmer."
"Thank god." He said, pushing away from his desk and gesturing for her to take a seat in his lap. She did so and he wrapped his arms around her waist, running his thumb over her lower torso as he rested his head on her shoulder, "That's it?" He murmured, his lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"That is all I could think of. Unless you would like me to include Director Vance."
"Shoot me first."
"I can arrange that." She smirked.
"But you won't." Tony grinned.
"Try me." She teased.
"What about...Fornell?" He smiled and she smiled back at the thought of him at their wedding.
"We'll get Gibbs to call him and send out that invitation." He smirked, taking the pen out of her hand, carefully, gently, and writing down Fornell's name under Jimmy's. He then put a little Astrix by it and wrote 'Gibbs'.
"Who else?" She questioned.
Tony pondered for a moment, breathing in her scent before he realized that he really should be thinking, "You smell incredible."
"You tell me that everyday!" She exclaimed.
"Only cause it's true." He murmured, pressing his lips up against the side of her neck.
"Tony, Tony, stop it." She said, moving as much as she could away from him, "Our wedding is in two weeks." She informed him, squeezing lightly on his hands that were around her waist, "And we need to get this done."
"But I just want to hold you." He whined.
"You can." She said, "You are....but we can complete the guest list at the same time. It will not be long." She assured him.
"Fine." He sighed, "How about...Jackson Gibbs!" he grinned and Ziva smiled.
"Definitely." She nodded, letting Tony write his name down onto the list.
"Hmm..." He suddenly started to laugh and she stared at him.
"What?" She demanded.
He scribbled down a name and she couldn't help but give a small chuckle, "Gibbs is calling him." He agreed with a nod as he continued to laugh, including an Astrix and Gibbs' name next to 'Mike Franks'.
"Whom else?" She questioned.
"We could invite Nick and his girlfriend. I don't know her name, but it would add another female to this list." She stared down at it.
"Yes, it is rather...full of testosterone, yes?"
"Exactly." They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, thinking about who else they could invite when Tony suddenly gasped, "I know!"
"What?" She asked, "Who?"
"Your Aunt Nettie." He smiled, brushing his nose up against her cheek.
"I will call her tomorrow." She assured him, writing down her name. However, right as she finished, she sighed.
"What?" He asked, wrapping his arms tighter around her, "What's wrong?"
"She will not tell my father."
"Then that's good."
"I think we should invite...Jarib, though."
He stared at her for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, you're right. He saved your life for me, it's the least I can do." he reached over and picked up his desk phone, handing it to her, "Wanna call him?"
She locked eyes with him and then took the phone, punching in his number and then reaching over and pressing speaker phone before hanging up the receiver.
"Shalom?"
"Jarib, Shalom. It's Ziva."
"Ziva!" He exclaimed, "Are you doing much better now?"
"Extremely better." She smiled, looking at Tony, who smiled back, "In fact, I...I am engaged."
"To whom?"
"To Tony, of course!" She laughed, "Who else would I be engaged to?"
"I was just making sure, love."
She felt Tony tighten his grip on her, "Excuse me?" He finally chirped up, "What did you just call my fiancee?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before Jarib decided to talk again, "It was just a slip of the tongue, Tony, nothing to worry about. Now, Ziva, why did you call?"
"Tony and I would like to invite you to our wedding in Panama City, Florida on October 17th."
"So soon." He murmured, "I will check with my schedule, but I am sorry Zivalah, I do not think that I will be able to make it."
She nodded, "I understand." She said, a little disappointment in her voice
"But, Ziva?" He called and she looked back up at the phone.
"Yes?"
"I would love to see wedding photos."
She smiled, "I will only send them to you if you promise not to show or mention them to my father."
"Now Ziva, why would I do that to you?"
"Thank you." She nearly whispered, "Thank you, Jarib."
"Keep in touch, and Tony?"
"Hmm?" He questioned, sitting up, closer to the receiver.
"Congratulations. You are a very lucky man." Ziva felt the blood rush to her cheeks as Jarib bid them goodbye, "Goodbye, Ziva....Tony..." And the dial tone went dead. She pressed the speaker button to turn it off and then turned around in his arms so that she was now straddling him, looking deep into his eyes. Her breasts were right in front of his face, covered up by his baggy sweatshirt, but even if she was wearing a skin tight two sizes too small, all he wanted to do was stare into her eyes.
"Yeah, I am." He smiled, his voice nearly a whisper as he reached up and pulled her into a kiss, pulling at her a lips a couple of times before pulling back. She ran her hand through his hair and then down his arm as she slowly got off of him, walking back towards her desk.
"Take your time with the paperwork." She assured him, taking a seat in her chair, "I am not going anywhere."
"Literally or figuratively?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
She just sent him a closed smile, "Both."
The Director of Mossad sat at his mahogany desk, writing on his paper work when there was a knock at the door. "Enter." He said and Hebrew. Jarib opened the door and stepped in, waiting for the director speak first. "Ah, Jarib my boy."
"Yes, how are you, sir?"
"Just fine, thank you."
"You requested to see me."
"Yes." He stood from his desk and walked over to the former Mossad Officer, placing his large hand on his shoulder, "I would like you to re-join us."
Jarib only stared at him, "I appreciate the offer, Director, but I must consider it and get back with you." Eli nodded and took his hand off of Jarib's soulder.
He furrowed his eyebrows together, "Have you heard from Ziva lately?"
Jarib swallowed and shook his head, even though he just got off of the phone with her, Eli couldn't know the truth, "No, sir, I have not heard from her since the mission."
Eli nodded slightly and walked over to his desk, "Thank you for stopping by, Jarib. I would appreciate a quick response with my offer." Jarib, who was confused, only stood there a minute longer. Eli picked up his phone and looked up at the man, waving his hand slightly, "You are dismissed." Jarib nodded and walked out of the small office. Dialing a familiar number, he listened as it rang and a female voice answered, "Yes, Officer Bashan, please."
"I'm sorry sir, he is in a meeting. May I take a message?"
"This is urgent, my dear. I am Director Eli David. Tell him it deals with Ziva."
"Yes sir. One moment please."
"Officer Bashan."
"Eschel. How are you?"
"Fine, Director and yourself?"
"I am doing fine, thank you. The reason for my call..." He took a breath, "Ziva is...back in America."
"I have heard."
"She has had some...troubles...during her last mission."
"Troubles, sir?"
"Yes. Therefore...I need you to watch her."
Deciding that, given the time that she had before Tony finally finished his paperwork, she would go and pay a visit to Director Vance. She had some...issues that she needed to speak with him about.
Standing up, Tony looked up at her, "I'm not done yet." He said, his tone apologetic. He had a face on that said 'I'm-sorry-I-just-ran-over-your-puppy.' She smiled at him and walked over, leaning down and pressing her lips against his. She ran her hand over his hair and stared into his eyes.
"Take your time. I need to speak with Director Vance before he clocks out for the night anyways." She said, and then pulled away from him, "Take your time, Tony!" She called over her shoulder as she started slowly up the stairs to MTAC and the Director's office.
She walked through one door and headed to the next, expecting Cynthia to stop her. However, she wasn't at her desk. She decided that, if she was going to request what she came here to request, she was going to have to use politeness. She knocked once or twice before she carefully opened the door, poking her head in.
Vance lifted his head up and locked eyes with Ziva, "Officer David." he greeted, "Come on in. I didn't know you were going to stop by."
"Yes, well, Tony is my ride home, and he is...still completing paperwork." She walked in and closed the door behind her, walking towards him as she spoke, "I noticed that Cynthia is not there."
"She had a family emergency, I believe."
"Ah." She said, pushing some of her curly locks out of her face, "I see. My condolences to her." She nodded, pursing her lips together.
"You have a reason in seeing me, Officer David?"
"Ziva, please, and that is exactly why I am here to see you."
He furrowed his eyebrows together and leaned back in his chair, setting the pen down, "I don't understand."
"The...Officer David part."
"Oh." he caught on, "I know you're getting married to DiNozzo already. It will be changed to Officer DiNozzo. Or Officer David-DiNozzo, whichever one you want."
"It was actually..." She paused, "The 'Officer' part, not my last name."
He raised an eyebrow, "What are you proposing?"
"In a couple of weeks, Tony and I are getting married, meaning that I will be a permanent American citizen. I would like to stay with NCIS, therefore I would like to..." She took in a deep breath, "Make a transfer from Mossad to NCIS....to become a special agent, like Gibbs, McGee, and Tony."
"Special Agent." He repeated, and she nodded.
"Yes."
"That would be hard."
"Why?" She questioned.
"Well, there would be two Agent DiNozzo's. I would assume that you would understand which one we were referring two, though. For you, we'd just call you. For DiNozzo, we'd scream."
She smirked slightly and looked down at her feet before taking a military stance once again, "I would like to request the position, at least. I will be an American citizen, permanently, after all."
He looked at her for a second or two before pulling open a drawer of his desk and revealing a couple of sheets or paper and a packet. He placed them on his desk and folded his hands over them, looking up at her, "You're a hell of an agent, David." He said, and she smiled.
"Thank you." She nodded.
"I will consider, but you must understand that I have to contact your father in order to-"
"Do it quickly." She said, cutting him off, her words almost mushing together, she said it so fast. He raised an eyebrow and she cleared her throat, "I...would like you to call him and request my position to be transferred...before I get married."
"Why?"
"I..." She paused. She was not going to tell Vance that she didn't want her father to know about her marriage, "I would like to feel that I am on a more stable foundation with this agency." She nodded, "As quickly as possible."
"You fill out these forms..." he poked the forms on his desk, "And I'll consider it..." She stared at him, "...before your wedding."
She smiled as he went to hand her the forms when her cell phone started to ring, but she barely recognized it as the song blared out. 'L is for the way you look at me...O is for the only one I see...V is very very, extraordinary...E is even more than anyone that you adore and love is all that I can give to you...' She narrowed her eyes as she pulled out the cell phone hastily from her pocket, glaring at the Caller ID screen.
Tony.
"You changed my ringtone again?" She demanded as she opened up the phone, "How many times do I have to tell you not to change my ringtone?"
From the other end of the line he chuckled, "It's just for when I call."
"What do you want?" She asked, sighing as she shook her head.
"I'm done with paperwork...finally." He muttered, "I'll wait for you down in the bullpen."
"All right." She nodded.
"I love you." He cooed.
She paused for a moment and looked at the Director, "Me too." She finally decided before she closed the phone and slipped it back into her pocket. There was an awkward silence between the two before she stepped closer to his desk, "The forms?" She questioned and he nodded, as if he forgot.
"Ah, yes. The forms." He picked them up and reached across the desk, handing them to her, "I would like them back as soon as possible."
She started towards the door, "You will have them by tomorrow." She promised before heading out of the Director's office, closing the door silently behind her.