A/N: Alright, this is it, the last chapter. I know everybody wants some true Tiva interaction, so hopefully you guys like this chapter. Thanks to everybody that reviewed!

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, sadly. =(

Tony drove a little more like Ziva than he normally would have, trying to get his thoughts in order. It had taken a few minutes for the shock of Gibbs sending him to Ziva's apartment to wear off, but now he was completely focused on how he would deal with his partner. As much as he didn't like them, Tony knew he would end up having a serious conversation with the Mossad ninja. He was going to have to be able to lighten the mood, after all he didn't want to just barge in unannounced and make her talk to him. He'd ease his way into it.

Cutting off two cars, and ignoring the chorus of honks that protested his maneuver, DiNozzo banked a sharp right and sped forward. He was going to make a quick stop before Ziva's apartment.

Ziva lounged on her couch, holding a glass of wine in one hand. She couldn't get one face out of her head all day, and for once it wasn't Tony's. It was as if Amanda had been sent to haunt her, to bring back old pains that she had tried so hard to forget. All she could think about was--

Her thoughts were cut off by a loud knocking at her door. She knew it was Tony, because he did a silly knock that no other adult would be caught doing. Ziva sighed and stood up, setting her glass down on the kitchen table as she went to let Tony in.

"Come on, Miss Mossad, you can't hide from me! I know you're in there. Hey, I will pick this lock if I have to.." Tony's calls trailed off as his partner opened the door.

Tony held up a DVD in one hand, and a brown bag in the other. "I come bearing gifts."

Ziva smiled at Tony and stepped aside to let him in.

"You do not know how to pick the lock on my door, Tony, ' she commented, shutting the door.

DiNozzo looked up and gave her a boyish grin.

"I would've just knocked it off the hinges eventually."

Ziva rolled her eyes at him, but had a slight smile on her face.

"So what gifts have you brought with you?" she questioned, gesturing to DVD and bag on the table.

Tony searched around, opening and closing cabinets as he answered, "Chinese food, hey do you have any plates or silverware around here?"

Ziva walked over to a cabinet and pulled out two plates, then nodded at a drawer in front of Tony.

"Forks and knives are in there. You did not tell me what movie you brought," she said, placing the plates on the table and craning her neck to view the cover of the DVD.

Tony set down the silverware and snatched up the mystery movie.

"Not so fast, my ninja," he said, going to put the DVD in living room, "you only get to watch that if we have a good talk."

Ziva looked down, she knew where this would be going.

Tony strode back in, and came to a stop in front of his partner. "You're going to have to tell me. There's no running from it now."

Ziva met his eyes for a brief moment, both agents aware of how close they were. Tony broke away first, taking containers out of the bag. Ziva moved to help him, and they both started serving themselves.

They ate in a companionable silence, their minds on the foreshadowing conversation. Neither noticed the way they both stole glances at each other as they finished their meals.

Both Tony and Ziva finished at the same time, and in some unspoken agreement, they washed the dishes, still in a comfortable silence.

Finally there was no avoiding it. Ziva followed her partner to the couch. He took a seat on the end, and she sat down closer than necessary. Neither of them complained about the proximity.

Ziva looked everywhere but Tony, yet she could feel his gaze never leaving her face. She spoke after a few moments, turning to face him.

"You are the one who wanted to talk. Go ahead."

Tony took a deep breath before he started.

"I should've remembered earlier, but I just couldn't get through my head why you would be so upset about Amanda. But I figured it out. Do you wanna talk about it, I mean Tali?" he finished quietly.

Ziva almost fell apart as he spoke his last word. She looked away from him. Tony reached out, and and guided her cheek back so that she was looking at him. His green eyes were gentle, and his voice was soft.

"It's okay to open up, Ziva."

She couldn't take it anymore. Tony saw the tears threatening to fall and opened his arms. She leaned in willing and cried silently. They sat like that for a few minutes, Tony's hand traveling up and stroking her hair lightly. Ziva calmed down, and leaned up to look him in the eyes. It was then that they noticed Ziva was half-way laying on his chest. Their faces were only inches apart.

Tony decided to risk everything they had. He leaned in a brushed his lips against hers. She responded right away, and kissed him back.

"Thank you Tony," Ziva whispered.

She touched her lips to his again, and this time it was a little deeper. Ziva's hands ran through his hair, and Tony wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tighter. They grew more passionate and urgent, but broke apart for air.

Tony panted, regaining his breath, "Well, I'd say that was a good talk. Up for a movie night?" But for once in his life, DiNozzo didn't really want to watch anything.

Ziva gave him a seductive smile and replied, "I am not in the mood for a movie tonight," and leaned in to kiss him again.

Tony smiled into the kiss and managed to speak.

"You know, I'm okay with that."