She stares at all of her options. She looks over to him. He smiles at her.
"Which one?"
"You pick," she insists.
"You're going to let me pick? You have to live with it for the rest of your life."
She shoots him a look.
"Sorry. That was a very poor choice of words."
"Just pick one."
The jeweler on the other side of the counter watches them. Tony points to one, and the jeweler pulls them out.
"There is a matching wedding band," he adds.
Tony holds up the shiny ring, "What do you think?"
"I think that you are wasting your money on a ring. A fake would do, all things considered."
"Do you like this one?"
She stares at the ring. She sighs in relief that he hasn't chosen something princess cut.
"Yes," she admits.
He slips it on her finger. He smiles when he realizes it's a perfect fit. No need for sizing.
"We'll take it, and the matching wedding band to."
"Anything for you?" the jeweler questions.
Ziva smiles she points to a wedding band in the next case, "He'll take that one."
"What is wrong with a plain wedding band?" he questions.
"You pick mine, I pick yours."
"I suppose that's only fair."
They check out. When he gets to the car he pulls the engagement ring out of his pocket. He slips it on her finger.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yes," she agrees.
"Maybe you should drive."
"Why?"
"Because I'd like to make it there before sunset."
"You're going to let me drive?"
"I'll take a benedryl."
"That will knock you out."
"Exactly. I'll be rested, and refreshed when we get there."
"Or cranky, and hungry."
"Do you want to drive, or not?"
She takes the keys from him, and they get out of the car. She slides into the driver's seat. He takes her previously vacated seat. He leans the seat back, and buckles his seatbelt. He closes his eyes.
"Ok, I'm ready."
"You're ridiculous," she comments.
"I'm not the only one."
"No, I guess not," she agrees as she puts the car into drive.
Two and a half hours later she pulls into a parking lot at a hotel. Tony snores in the passenger's seat.
"We're here," she tells him.
He doesn't wake up. She smiles, and jabs him in the rib. He shoots forward. He turns, and looks at her in disgust.
"That was unnecessary."
"Would you have preferred that I left you in the car?"
"No."
"Come one," she insists.
"Coming."
0530 Monday morning- She rolls over, wide awake. Something feels different. She opens her eyes, and looks around. She finds Tony in the bed next to her. He lays sprawled out, on his back. She crawls on top of him.
"Wake up!" she tells him.
"Five more minutes," she argues.
"We have to get up for work."
"I'm tired, we didn't get in until one o'clock this morning."
"That was your fault."
"How was it my fault?"
"You're the one who made us leave the hotel late."
"I am not the only one to blame for that."
"No, maybe not. But you will be the only one to blame, if you're late for work."
He opens his eyes, and looks at her, "Fine. I'm up."
She rolls her eyes, and climbs off him, heading to the bathroom, for a shower. When she gets out of the bathroom she finds him shaving.
"You couldn't wait to do that?" she questions.
"Wait for what?" he wonders as she wraps a towel around herself.
"For me to be done."
"Why would I?"
"Did it ever occur to you that I might like to take a shower in privacy?"
"Too bad, we're married now. Besides, you're the one who doesn't want me to be late for work."
"You are the most annoying person I've ever met, in my whole life."
"That is what you like the most. Just be thankful I didn't get in the shower with you."
"You considered it?"
"Yes, but I know how cranky you get when your shower is interrupted."
"I am not the one who gets cranky. You wake up cranky."
"Do we really have to argue about this?"
"We argue about everything," she points out.
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"You're dying."
"Yes I am, but that doesn't mean you have to treat me any differently."
"I should."
"But I don't want you to."
"Ziva..."
"Please. I just want things to be normal, for as long as they can."
"Ok, but you do realize that they aren't going to be, right?"
"Why not?"
"Because you're going to walk into NCIS with a wedding ring on."
"So are you."
"And we're going to have a lot of explaining to do."
"I'll let you do the explaining."
"Of course you will."
"Just tell the truth. He wouldn't kill someone who is dying."
"What about me?"
"It's a chance you're going to have to take."
"Thanks for your support."
She smiles, "That's my job."