Okay, here's the end. Hope you like it. Not the best ending ever but oh well. Cheers to Tiva!
"Tony," Ziva was . . . amazed, frightened, shocked . . . that Anthony DiNozzo, her partner, her best friend, just said I love you.
Tony shook his head. "I, uh, better go. It's silly, and I honestly don't know why I said it. I'm just gonna leave. Merry Christmas." He turned and headed for the door.
"Tony, no." In truth, she loved him, too. She just wasn't sure if she could muster up the courage to tell him.
"Zi, it's okay. I know you don't feel the same way. I just needed you to know. And now you do. Have fun with Mr. Miami. He's lucky to have you."
"No, Tony. He is just a friend. Someone else has stolen my heart."
"Oh, well, I'm glad you found someone, Ziva. I'm sorry for, well, you know."
"Tony,"
"Zi, I should really go. It's late and we've both had a really long week."
"Tony, please, just listen to me." She walked up to him and took his hand. "I am thankful that you are willing to put your life on the line for me and that you look out for me . . . and that is why you have stolen my heart." She finished and looked up at him with glassy eyes. "Tony, you are the one I have fallen for. You are the one that I love."
Tony chucked. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Tony."
And there, at 2am on Christmas day, in Ziva's apartment, they kissed. It was full of love and compassion. And it seemed so natural for the both of them. And that is how they spend Christmas day, wrapped in each other's' arms.