"Tony..." Ziva called out, "Ohhhhh, Toooooonnnnnny...wake up. Come on..."

Tony opened his eyes and Ziva's voice was still speaking in the background, "Get up drowsy-head."

"Sleepyhead." Tony uttered under his breath, like he did every morning. He couldn't help but correct Ziva's mistake. He loved doing that, plus he found it cute. He leaned over in bed and turned off his alarm and Ziva's voice with it, "'til tomorrow, beautiful."

Tony rolled out of bed, arching his back as he gingerly shuffled his way into the bathroom and into the shower. After taking a quick shower, he stepped out and looked into the mirror, a tired and unshaven face was looking back at him. He groaned, "Yeah, good morning to you, too."

Tony made his way back into the bedroom and walked over to his closet to get dressed for work. A large calendar was on the inside wall of his closet, along with several photos of Ziva. He lifted a pencil that was attached to a string and crossed out another day, placing the number 124 next to it.

Tony closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, "Wherever you." He whispered, "Be safe."

"How long have you been shooting?" Gibbs asked.

A very attractive woman in her mid 20's turned towards Gibbs, her hair was long and blonde, pulled back into a ponytail, "Since I joined the agency, Sir, so for about 9 months now. Didn't really shoot when I worked for the NSA. But, I've gotten a lot better, i think. When I first started, I was really bad."

"Call me Gibbs." Gibbs squinted, looking down range at a target. He held up his hand, handing her an extra clip of ammunition, "Keep practicing."

The sound of repeated shots rang out a few stalls down, followed by a moment of silence before continuing on.

Gibbs walked over, seeing Tony firing his service weapon over and over again, only stopping to reload. On the bench in front of him were dozens of clips, empty and full, "DiNozzo!" He yelled.

Tony lowered his weapon and turned, pulling down the ear protection, letting it fall to around his neck, "Yeah, Boss?"

"What's with the..." GIbbs gestured towards his own face, in regards to Tony having facial hair.

"Just something different." Tony said.

"Well, it's definitely helped with your shooting." Gibbs remarked, seeing the expertly placed groupings on his target, "Finish off that clip, then Grab Bishop, we got a body in Rock Creek Park."

Tony nodded as he raised his ear protecting back into place and began firing his weapon again.

Gibbs made his way over to a man who was sitting next to a gun cage, "How many for DiNozzo?"

"Let me check." The man said, clicking on his keyboard, "For the month?"

"Yeah." Gibbs nodded.

The man turned the computer's monitor, letting Gibbs look at it.

Gibbs shook his head in disbelief, then looked at Tony with a worried expression on his face.

Tony carefully slid his weapon into the leather shoulder holster and snapped it secure and took a step towards the woman Gibbs was talking to earlier, "Bishop!" He yelled out, but she didn't hear him.

"Dang it!" Bishop complained, "I think the sights off again."

"Hey." Tony called out, finally getting Bishop's attention, "Here, let me see."

Bishop stepped back and held out her weapon to Tony. He took it from her hands and moved into firing position. He aimed down the sights and fired three times, striking the target dead center in the middle of the silhouette's torso with each and every rounds, "Nope, it's good."

"It takes a lot of practice, huh?" Bishop asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." Tony handed Bishop her weapon back, "But not now, gear up, we got a dead body."

Bishop stood up from her desk and walked across the bullpen and opened the middle drawer of a black filing cabinet, "Does the new agent always have to do the paper work, Agent McGee?" She questioned.

"How else are you going to learn how to do it?" McGee replied.

Bishop shrugged her shoulder and accepted McGee's answer as truth.

"And don't worry about screwing up, everyone does...some of us still do." McGee stated.

Bishop closed the drawer and something caught her eye on Tony's desk, "Who is that woman taped to Agent DiNozzo's monitor?" She asked.

"Uhhh." McGee cleared his throat, "That's Ziva."

"Ohhh." Bishop reacted and stopped her inquiry.

"Yeah, it's for the best if you don't ask too many questions about...that subject." McGee made it be known.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Gibbs took a huge swig of his coffee as he made his way over to the bullpen, "McGee." He stopped in front of his junior field agent's desk, "You have with dinner Tony a lot?"

"Not much anymore" McGee sat up in his chair, "Why? Are you worried about him, too? I mean...Abby and I were...uhh, never mind."

Gibbs tapped his fingertips several times, as if he was pondering what to do next.

Bishop stepped into the lounge area where Tony was standing next to the candy machine, "You know..."

Tony gave Bishop a quick look over his shoulder.

"My first day here, I was..." Bishop stepped closer, "...warned about you."

Tony was silent, but smacked the vending machine, making a chocolate bar fall free.

"But, you've been nothing but nice to me." Bishop admitted, "Thank you for that."

Tony bent down and reached into the door, taking the candy bar from inside and turned around, "Here." He said, tossing Bishop the candy.

"Thanks." Bishop caught the candy bar and watched as Tony made his way towards the exit, "So, yeah...I mean, they told me you'd hit on me or worse, but you haven't and that gets a girl thinking."

Tony stopped at the doorway, "It's not you."

"She's very pretty." Bishop said.

"Who?" Tony asked, even though he knew who she was talking about.

"The girl on your monitor."

The mere thought of Ziva tugged at his heartstrings. Tony cleared his throat, "Just a word of friendly advice: Whatever you do, don't hesitate or you might miss out of something special." He took another step, "And yeah, she is...thanks, Elle."

"I still have some friends from my days at the NSA, I could..." Bishop began.

"No." Tony quickly turned down her offer.

"Okay, but I...uhhh, well...you do know that they're all worried about you, right?"

"I know." Tony whispered to himself and left the room, leaving Bishop alone.

Bishop dug into her pockets, looking for change when her cell phone began to buzz. She pulled it from her back pocket and read it, it was a text from Director Vance, all employees were to gather in the squad room.

After buying a beverage, she rushed her way back into squad room. She walked in just as Director Vance was making an announcement from the balcony:

"At 22:00 hours, Afghani time, a drone strike was launched, killing four high valued targets, including Benham Parsa." Vance cracked a smile, "We got him! His reign of terror is over, people."

A round of a applause broke out as Vance gestured towards the NCIS Wall of Most Wanted and everyone watched as Benham Parsa's face was crossed-off, "Good job, everyone."

A week later...

Tony opened the door to his apartment and walked inside, setting down a brown paper sack next to his fishbowl. He removed his leather jack, tossing it across the back of his couch, "Hungry Kate?" He asked, placing his fingers along the fingerprint grooves of his gun-vault. The safe unlocked and he placed his weapon inside, closing it, which made it click, locking it tight.

He made his way back over to the fishbowl, grabbing a can of fish food from the shelf. He opened it and sprinkled some food into the water.

Kate swam up to top and began nibbling at Tony's fingers before eating the rest of the flakes from the surface.

Tony grabbed the sack from the table and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He then made his way over to the couch, turning on the TV as he sat down. He reached inside the sack, pulling out a carton of Chinese food and slouched back, kicking off his shoes, trying to get comfortable. He twisted the top off of his beer as he raised his feet, resting them on the coffee table. He took a heavy chug of his beer, downing half of it in one gulp. He let out a burp and savored it as he lowered the bottle from his lips.

"Good, yes?" A voice called out.

Tony turned his head, seeing Ziva stepping out of the shadows, the beer fell from his hand and into his lap, "Shit!" He exclaimed, jumping up from his couch, "Fuck me!"

Ziva chuckled with a grin, "In due time."

"Huh?" Tony uttered in a confused tone, but his eyes locked onto her face and he just smiled from ear to ear, "Ziva." He gasped, so happy to see her. He lifted his hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

"Did you miss me?"

Tony pulled her into his body, hugging her tightly, his nose buried into the top of her hair, taking in her scent, beyond happy to hold her again. Ziva embraced him back, wrapping her arms around his waist. Their heads eased back and shared a kiss for the first time in over four months.

Ziva lifted her right foot up and placed it on the coffee table and launched herself into his arms. She clung tightly around his neck, kissing him, "Why are you still wearing pants?" She moaned through their kisses.

Tony spun around and carried her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Tony and Ziva were in bed, laying face to face.

"You are still smiling." Ziva said, sporting a smile of her own.

"I can't believe you're here, I...uhh."

"Shhh." Ziva leaned in, kissing the man she loves sweetly on the lips.

"Heh."

"What?"

"Oh, just remembering what you said, about how you might get drunk if you suck my..."

Ziva laughed and interrupted him with another kiss, "Do I look drunk?" She grinned.

Tony rolled on top of Ziva, kissing her deeply, "You look beautiful."

Ziva gasped and moaned into his mouth, "Again?"

Tony lifted his head slightly, "I could make love to you forever."

Ziva smiled up at him, "Stop for a second."

"Why?"

Ziva let out a chuckle, "I gotta go pee."

'Heh. Okay." Tony carefully slid off Ziva and moved to his back.

"Ow, ow, ow." Ziva cried out in pain.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, rolling to his side, looking towards the bathroom door.

The toilet flushed and Ziva walked out of the bathroom and carefully made her way back into the bed and was welcomed back with a kiss, "Some things they never tell you about sex, it stings if you pee."

"Not for me." Tony kissed at Ziva's neck.

"They also never tell you how damn much you have to pee when you are pregnant."

Tony continued kissing on Ziva's neck, "Wait...what did you say?"

"What time is it?" Abby asked, looking at McGee's watch, "It's 8:17, he's late."

Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmer and Bishop were all gathered in the bullpen.

"What do you think he wants to tell us?" Abby threw out a general question, "Is he quitting?" She looked at Gibbs, "Is he? Gibbs?"

"I haven't talked to him, Abby." Gibbs answered.

"Then what does he want?"

"I...uh, did tell him that you all were worried about him." Bishop made it be known.

"You did what?" Abby raised her voice, "Why would you do that?"

Bishop shrugged her shoulders, "Because it was the truth?"

"She makes a good point, Abby." McGee stated.

Abby flashed McGee an evil look and just shook her head.

"Now, now, my dear." Ducky patted Abby on the shoulders, "She is right, Abigail."

Abby sighed, "I know...I just like torturing Timmy."

Ducky chuckled, "That you do."

The elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened. Tony stepped out, but he turned back lookig into the elevator and reached out his hand with a smile.

Gibbs stood up from his chair and watched as Ziva took a hold of Tony's hand and stepped out of the elevator.

"ZIVA!" Abby yelled and began running towards her. She turned the corner, passing by the cubicle wall and headed towards Tony and Ziva, about to give one of her patented tackle hugs.

Tony stepped in front, catching Abby in his arms.

"Hey!" Abby raised her voice, "That was for Ziva."

"Not right now, Abby." Tony smiled down at Abby.

Abby looked a big confused, but was overjoyed seeing Ziva.

Tony, Ziva and Abby stopped in front of the windows.

"Uhh, guys." Tony swallowed hard, "As you can see Ziva is uhh."

"She's back!" Abby cheered.

Ziva smiled at Abby and rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh, "Yes, I am back, but not to NCIS."

Bishop quietly tried to sneak away.

"Hey." Tony called out, "Where you going?"

"I...I feel like a stranger." Bishop said.

"You're not." Tony said, "You're part of the family now...and as part of the family, we'd like you here."

Bishop smiled at Tony and saw that Ziva was in agreement with him. She started back towards her desk, knowing it was okay.

"Ziva and I have an announcement." Tony nervously began, "She's..."

"No." Ziva stepped forward with a smile, "We are pregnant."

Abby raised her hands to her face, shocked by the announcement and everyone looked at Gibbs, who just stood there stone face. After a few second, a smile washed over his face, "About damn time."

AN - Long Live Tiva

AN2 - This is probably my final story unless Ziva comes back

AN3 - Fuck off, Glasshole.