Well I finally found my muse. So here is chapter dos! I hope you like it! Thanks to my beta, Jordan, who is like a long lost sister to me! She's pretty nifty! Well enough of me . . . ON WITH THE SHOW!

"Tony . . ."

Tony let out a shiver and before he began his decent down the stairs, he said, "Ziva, it's okay, I'll just go. We don't have to. It's just a silly American tradition. Have a nice holiday, Ziva." He turned around and started down the stairs when she grabbed his arm. He gave her a questioning look.

"You know Tony, I am an American now. I have not experienced many American traditions." His face scrunched up even more, if that was possible.

"Ziva, are you sure? I mean, of all people," he let out a chuckle, "me?" She rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle as well.

"Goodnight, Tony. Have a Merry Christmas." Tony just stood there on the stairs, flabbergasted.

Did she really want to . . . me of all people? Me? I mean, I would love to but . . . it's Ziva. My partner. My . . . my soul mate. After a few seconds, Tony raced up the remaining flight of stairs to find Ziva standing outside her apartment, unlocking her door. He ran up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked up at him quizzically, searching for an explanation. He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, hers meeting it.

"Tony, what . . . what are you doing?" He responded, "Helping you experience an American tradition." And he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. To his surprise, she didn't try to pull away. He pulled away, and as he did so, he took her hand in his. All she could do was smile.

"Merry Christmas, Tony." She turned around and opened the door to her apartment. She stepped in, and turned around. Tony was still there. His eyes were the brightest shade of green she had ever seen. They told her that he wasn't finished.

"Ziva," his voice trailed off. He didn't know if it was the right time or the right place. He didn't know if it was ever going to be the right time or the right place. He took a deep breath and decided to wait.

"Tony," her voice brought him out of his thoughts. "You can come in if you would like."

"You sure, Zi?" He gave her a questioning look. "I thought you were spending Christmas with Mr. Miami?"

"My flight doesn't leave until the morning. Plus, it's Christmas. No one needs to spend it alone, watching movies, and getting drunk." She let out a chuckle, "even you."

"Okay, Zi. Only for a little while." He said as he stepped inside and she shut the door. She turned to face him and their eyes locked. Brown mixed with green as everything else melted away. Ziva was the first to come out of the trance.

"Well, what do Americans do on Christmas Eve?" Tony, however, was still staring at her.

"Tony? Is there something wrong? Do I have something in my hair . . . or my teeth . . . or on my face?"

"Huh? Oh, no Ziva. Ziva you look . . . amazing." He stated as he began to gock at her once more.

"Thank you," she said in an unsure, quizzical tone. "Would you like some coffee?" she said as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah. That would be nice." Tony followed her, all the while admiring her. All of a sudden, his mind began to race. All of the memories of them in the bullpen, the elevator . . . the men's restroom, and even that time in the lounge when she asked him about soul mates. He began to connect the dots: she loved him.

As she handed him a cup of coffee, Tony had to ask, "Ziva, remember that time when you asked me about soul mates?"

Ziva was shocked. She couldn't believe what he just said. Why is he thinking about this now?

"Why do you ask, Tony?" She moved around the counter to where he was.

"Well, I don't mean to sound . . . weird or anything but, Ziva, look at me." He brought a hand under her chin and made her eyes meet his. "Ziva, I don't want to regret what I've done, or actually, it's what I haven't done that I regret." His voice trailed off. Now, Ziva was a little concerned.

"Tony, what haven't you done that you regret not doing?" He was deep in thought; he was puzzled, which was puzzling her. "Tony?"

"Ziva, I've lost you once, twice. I can't bare to loose you again."

"Tony, where are you going with this?"

He took her hands into his. "Ziva, I . . . I love you."

So . . . what did you think? Well, I hope you liked it! Please, please review! They make my day more than you can imagine. Okay, so during False Witness, the TIVA scene, imagine my fangirlish squeals and arms flailing! That is what reviews do to me! I really enjoy writing and I hope you guys appreciate it! So . . . TBC?