A/N: WooHoo! Fourth chapter? Yes! :D Thank you to clara-jasmine for giving me this idea! It helped me A LOT. Happy reading!

Chapter 4

Tony woke up the next morning on the couch with a stiff neck. Ziva had refused to sleep in the same bed as him the night before. It made him feel awful to see Ziva so upset because of him; so, today he was going to do something nice for her, romantic even.

Tony got off of the uncomfortable couch and made his way upstairs to their bedroom. When he got there, he did not find Ziva in bed.

'Well, obviously.' He thought, knowing well enough that she had gone for her usual morning jog around the park, since the doctor told her not to go running long distances. Jogging around and yoga would be preferable.

He went into the bathroom and quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. The warm water hit his back and his body relaxed a little. The incident hadn't only shaken Ziva up; it had taken a toll on him as well.

Tony sighed. He needed to apologise to Ziva soon, because he didn't know how this would end up.

"Tony, you are not the same man that I fell in love with." Ziva told him, a sad expression on her face. She was wearing light blue sundress and her hair fell in beautiful curls around her face. "I want a divorce."

Tony stood there in shock. He couldn't believe his ears.

"W-what?!" He stuttered.

"Yes, Tony," she answered, softly. "I cannot allow myself to stay in an environment with you like this. My child will not be safe. I am sorry."

Tony shuddered at the dream, rather nightmare, that he had had that night. He had woken up breathing heavily and tears streaming down his cheeks. Yeah, maybe it wasn't manly to cry because of a nightmare, but what man wouldn't cry because he dreamt that his wife had said she wanted a divorce?

He got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom. He put on a grey V-neck t-shirt and black denim pants. He hurried downstairs to grab something to eat, but, he decided against it, knowing that Ziva would be back soon and that would just ruin his plans. He would grab something at the coffee shop. He grabbed his car keys, wallet and other necessities and left the house, not forgetting to lock the front door before getting into his car.

Ziva unlocked the front door to her and Tony's house. She stepped inside, her ponytail swinging ever so slightly, and not completely drenched in sweat. She walked into the living room and saw that Tony wasn't sleeping on the couch anymore.

'He must be in the bedroom.' She thought, and went up the stairs to their bedroom.

When Ziva did not find him there she peeped into the empty washroom.

"Tony?" Ziva called as she stepped into the hallway. She got no reply.

'Maybe he went to get groceries.' She tried to convince herself, knowing that Tony hated to go for himself.

She walked back into the washroom to get a shower and continue to clear her thoughts. Tony had crossed the line by shoving his hands up her shirt. But, she had overreacted. Or maybe that was the way to react? How was she supposed to respond to that? She had told him to stop, but maybe he thought that she was just playing hard-to-get. Ziva shook her head, confused. She did not know what to think. She was just going to have to discuss it with him when he got back.

A shower and hair-wash later, Ziva got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She walked into her shared bedroom and opened the drawers of the dressing table. She picked out a yellow t-shirt and her blue denim jeans. She struggled to put on the jeans and quickly gave up with a loud sigh. She replaced the jeans with a pair of grey sweatpants.

Pulling her hair into a messy bun, Ziva made her way downstairs, determined to talk to Tony about the matter from the night before. But, to her disappointment, Tony wasn't in the kitchen, living room, bathroom or guest bedroom. Ziva grabbed her cell phone and quickly speed-dialed 2 for Tony. She jumped as she heard her voice singing a song from The Sound of Music. She made her way over to the singing and sighed as she realised it was just Tony's ringtone of her singing. He loved to hear her sing.

Ziva smiled at the memory of Tony's reaction after hearing her sing for the first time. He was awestruck and begged for her to sing to him, even after they were in bed. She had sung him to sleep that night. That was a week after they had gotten married.

Ziva's smile vanished as she realised that Tony had left his cell phone at home. She quickly cut off the call and speed-dialed 3 for Gibbs.

"Gibbs." He answered, after the first ring.

"Hi, Gibbs." Ziva replied, worry in her voice. "Did you hear from Tony today?"

"Nope. What happened Ziva?"

"Nothing, Gibbs." She replied, too quickly for the truth.

"Ziva." Gibbs urged.

"Fine." She finally gave in. "We had a, um, misunderstanding. He is not here."

"Uh-huh?"

"It is nothing." She tried to convince him. "I am fine."

"I'm here if you need me." He replied. "And I'll call if I hear from him."

"Thank you, Gibbs." She said, and they ended the call with that.

Ziva let out a sigh of relief. What would Gibbs have said if she had told him? He would have 'killed' Tony, or give an angry Abby the honors to, without leaving any forensic evidence. Yes! Abby will know where Tony is. And with that Ziva called Abby.

Tony walked into Tiffany's with his head held high and not a clue what to buy Ziva.

"May I help you?" A woman behind the glass counter asked. She had blonde hair and blue eyes that you could get lost in. The type of woman Tony would have usually flirted with before dating Ziva.

"Uh, yeah." He answered. "Sure."

The lady, whose name tag read Linda, smiled at him. "And what, may I ask, do you have in mind?"

"Um, I don't know." Tony answered, getting lost in her eyes. He automatically flashed his 100 watt grin at her.

'Tony DiNozzo, you're a married man.' He thought and inwardly cursed himself.

"Something for yourself?" Linda asked.

"No," He explained, "Actually, something for my wife."

"Oh." Her face automatically fell, but she quickly smiled at him again. "Well, how about a necklace?"

Tony nodded and she led him over to the necklaces as she awkwardly cleared her throat, scolding herself for trying to flirt with a married man.

Tony quickly spotted the perfect necklace.

"That one." He pointed at the silver necklace and pendant. "She'll love it."

"Who? Your lucky wife?" She asked, not giving up with the flirting, as she picked it up and put it in a tiffany blue box and carried it towards the cash register.

Tony followed her. "Yeah." He answered.

"So, where do you work?" Linda asked as she gave him his receipt, after he had paid for the necklace.

"N.C.I.S." He said, showing her his badge, which was in his pocket in case he happened to need it.

"Wow." She exclaimed, truly impressed. "You're a navy cop."

Tony clenched his jaw as the sound of 'navy cop' left her mouth.

"Yeah." Tony nodded. "Look, I gotta go so, maybe next time?"

"Sure!" Linda smiled, "I have a cousin working at N.C.I.S, so maybe then?"

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled as he left the store, completely annoyed.

Ziva frowned as she hung up her cell phone. She had called Abby, McGee, Jimmy and even Ducky and had failed in finding out where Tony was.

She opened the fridge door and grabbed a jar of marshmallow fluff and a two slices of ham. She placed the ham on a plate and smeared the marshmallow fluff all over it. She sat on the bar stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen and contentedly chewed on her crazy craving.

Ziva furrowed her brows as she thought of Tony. Was he mad at her for telling him not to sleep beside her last night and left without telling her anything? If that was the case, then she should be the one acting mad.

She cringed and pressed her index finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache come on. Half of her was angry with Tony. What pregnant woman wouldn't be if their husband had done something like that and then mysteriously disappeared the next morning? But, the other half was really worried. 'I need a nap.' Ziva thought as she rubbed her temples.

Tony walked into the house and quietly closed the door. After taking off his shoes, he bounded up the stairs to his shared bedroom. Ziva was asleep under the bed sheets so he tiptoed over to his side of the dresser and tucked the Tiffany's box under his shirts in his drawer.

Tony slid under the sheets next to Ziva in bed and soothingly rubbed her back as she snored softly.

"Zee." Tony whispered, as Ziva stirred.

"Mhmm?" She answered, half asleep.

"Wake up sweet cheeks."

"Nooo..."

"Come on. We're going out at seven."

"We are?" Ziva questioned, forgetting her anger towards him as she woke up fully.

"Uh-huh." He answered, earning him a bright smile from his wife.

Her smile quickly faded and turned into a frown.

"Where were you?" She hissed. "I was worried ill."

"Sick." He corrected. "Worried sick."

"Whatever, it is the same thing. Answer me. Where were you?"

"I was...out."

"Tony..."

"I was making reservations for tonight." He lied.

"You could not have done that at home?"

"Look, I'm sorry I worried you." Tony apologised. "Can we just get ready? It's quarter to six."

Ziva nodded and got out of bed along with Tony.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower." He told her as he made his way to the bathroom.

When Tony got out of the washroom a few minutes later, he found Ziva making up the bed.

"What's the point in making it up when we're just gonna mess it up again anyways?" He asked, grinning foolishly.

Ziva narrowed her eyes at him and put her hands on her hips.

"I am still mad at you, you know, Tony." She remarked. "You do not just get away with it that easily."

'You won't be mad at me any longer though.' He wanted to say, but bit his tongue.

Instead he said, "Wear something nice." And quickly made his way downstairs with his suit and tie in hand along with his underclothes and the Tiffany's box in his robe pocket. He managed to hide it before Ziva saw it and he was happy for that.

"Come on Zee!" Tony called as he waited for Ziva at the bottom of the stairs. "We're gonna be-"

He stopped midsentence as he caught sight of Ziva. She wore an emerald green dress that was floor length and very breezy. It was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline. Her hair was down and she wore long silver dropped earrings with diamonds at the ends. Around her neck, she had on her usual Star of David necklace and she had on her gorgeous silver wedding ring with the three diamonds on it.

Tony's breath hitched as Ziva gave him a small smile. He grinned back and offered her his arm. She gladly took it but her smile faded; tension still in the air.

"You look gorgeous." Tony remarked, as he stared, starry-eyed, at his wife.

Ziva pursed her lips and looked down. "Thank you." She mumbled, "You do not look so bad yourself."

Tony nodded at her compliment. He wore a plain dark grey suit and white dress shirt with his red necktie. Very plain, but, he looked rather dashing.

They made their way to Tony's car in silence and Tony opened the door for Ziva before he went around to his side, hopped into the car and drove off.

"We have not done this in a while." Ziva remarked, as she looked around the posh-looking, Italian restaurant that they were dining at.

There was romantic music playing and that helped with the romantic setting of the restaurant.

"Well, I figured you needed to have a nice night out, so, here it is." Tony shrugged; acting like it wasn't a big deal.

"Why, Tony?" Ziva asked. "Why are you really doing this?"

"I just said why." He answered, not looking up from his menu.

"Is it because of last night? You did not need to do this, Tony."

Tony looked up from his menu and inhaled deeply.

"Look, Ziva. I-I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. " He apologised. "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that I wanted you so bad..."

"It is alright." Ziva said softly. "You will always have me."

Tony reached across the table and rested his hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently.

"And I am sorry." She continued. "Mostly for ignoring you last night and overreacting. I am so sorry."

Ziva looked down at her lap, ashamed. Tony gently pulled her chin up and looked deep into her brown eyes, while she looked into his green ones. They both leaned in and their lips met for the first time since 'the incident'. They kissed each other lovingly, both zoning out the world around them, erasing all the tension that had built up.

A waiter awkwardly cleared his throat for the third time, causing Tony and Ziva to break away from their kiss.

Tony coughed and Ziva looked down, both embarrassed.

"Uh, sorry about that." Tony apologised.

The waiter nodded and took their orders. But, before leaving, he poured Tony a glass of wine.

"None for me please." Ziva quickly said. "Just water. That is fine."

"It's on the house for tables 1 to 35." He explained, after Tony gave him a confused look.

"Wow. You picked the right place. Free wine?" Ziva joked, when the waiter had left.

"If you're thinking I'm cheap; I'm not. I didn't even know about this."

"Yeah. Sure." She laughed sarcastically.

"Fine. Don't believe me." Tony mumbled as the waiter came back with their food.

"Bon appétit, mon cher." Ziva smiled as she dug into her dinner and Tony did the through their meal Ziva put down her fork and wiped her mouth with her napkin.

"What?" Tony asked, concerned.

"Nothing." Ziva shook her head. "It is just that I do not want anymore. It is starting to make me feel sick."

She covered her nose with her hand. "Get it away from me. It smells awful now."

Tony motioned for a nearby waitress to come over.

"Yes, sir?" The waitress said as she stood at their table.

"Get this food away from her, please." Tony explained. "It's making her feel nauseous."

The waitress quickly took Ziva's plate from her and asked, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Yes, please." Ziva answered, "Cheesecake?"

"Okay. And you, sir?"

"I'll take the chocolate cake, please." Tony answered. "Would you mind taking my plate too? I think I'm done."

She nodded and took his plate. "Anything else?"

Tony and Ziva both shook their heads no and the waitress turned on her heels and walked away.

"I am sorry about that. It is just that..." Ziva started to explain but trailed off.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Zee. You're pregnant, I get it." Tony gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and she replied with a weak smile.

After a few minutes of waiting, the waitress came back with their desserts. They thanked her and she quickly walked away.

"Dig in," Tony joked and Ziva rolled her eyes.

After two forkfuls of her cheesecake, Ziva forked a piece of Tony's chocolate cake and ate it.

"What was that for?" Tony whined. "Don't you have your own?"

"Yes. But, I am pregnant and there is nothing to be sorry for." Ziva smirked. "You get it, yes?"

"It's just like you to use my own words against me." Tony sighed as he rolled his eyes and swapped his cake for hers.

"Thank you, Tony." She smiled and greedily dug in.

"You have something on your mouth." Tony said, pointing to the chocolate icing at the corner of her mouth, after they had finished their dessert. "Let me get it for you."

He leaned in and kissed her lips, licking the corner of her mouth in the process.

"You could have just used a napkin." Ziva smiled. "But that way was much better."

She kissed him again and he kissed her back. When they pulled away Tony put the Tiffany's box on the table.

Ziva widened her eyes at the sight of it and smiled at him. "And what is this?"

"Something for my dearest darling wife, the gorgeous Belle of every ball. " Tony replied. "Open it."

She playfully rolled her eyes and picked up the box. She gasped as she opened it to reveal a silver necklace with a heart pendant with a Star of David in the middle, covered in diamonds.

"Thank you, Tony." Ziva whispered, tears in her eyes.

"Anything for you, my dear." Tony grinned. "I love you so much, Ziva."

Ziva choked a sob and looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Tony."

They grinned like idiots at each other until their first waiter came back with their bill. Tony quickly paid for their meal.

"Let's go Sweet cheeks." Tony winked at Ziva as he gave her his arm. She gladly accepted it and they left the restaurant, smiles on their faces.

A/N: Yayy! They're on good terms now! I really hoped you enjoyed it. It was sooo long! It took like three days to write (but with A LOT of breaks). I hope it made up for all the days that I didn't update.
Thanks again to:
- clara-jasmine (for the idea of Tony giving Ziva a surprise; it helped me sooooo much.)
- Probie girl1717 (for the marshmallow fluff and ham craving idea; I'm gonna use some of your other ideas too ;D)

And all the other readers that gave me some cravings ideas; I WILL USE THEM TOO, SO DON'T WORRY! :P :) And who is this Linda girl? Pshh... Please review and tell me what you want to see in upcoming chapters. :) Thanks again for your amazing reviews, favourites and follows! :) Till next time! xoxo

~ NCISandTIVAaddict

P.S. Ziva's wedding ring is on my profile if it doesn't work here. :) _images/unique_settngs/engagement_ring_three_stone _ring_diamond_wedding_ring_unique_settings_