okay, I lied. Gibbs and McGee don't come in this chappy, but I think you will like anyway!

Tony glared through slit eyes at Ziva's father. His pale and wrinkled face seemed tired, but the state of Eli did not bother him. It was his presence here and his demanding to see his Ziva. Forgetting the bags that sat piled under his seat, Tony angrily racedat the Mossad director. Though he knew his efforts would be faulted, his continued his charge at him, only to be stopped by multiple guns and strong hands. The scuffling brought Eli's attention to the deranged agent, only to smile by the look of rage on his face.

"Agent DiNozzo, I thought I would see you here." He raised his hand and with a flick of his finger, hands and guns were gone, and guards stood like statues next to Eli, hand behind their back.

"You should not be here." Tony growled, pushing his face to the directors "personal" space. Agents started to move, but Eli's gaze stopped them, and he turned back to Tony.

"I was not here last time, so I am here now. My daughter is hurt and I am here to help." Eli was calm, yet Tony detected a hint of agitation in his tone. He stepped back from Eli and snorted.

"She doesn't need you anymore. When she did need someone, it was me that was there, not you. I saved her from Somalia and you didn't. Does any of this prove my point?" Tony walked back over to seat and slouched down. Eli followed, with more of a proper sense, sat comfortably across from him.

"I wish I could have saved her, but couldn't. It is my dream to bring her back into my life, for us to be a family again. She is all I have. But I couldn't save her. I have to save a nation, and Ziva knew this." Eli voice seemed to falter as the term "family" can into play. He shook it off and looked back and looked at Tony. His eye's met a blank stare.

"That doesn't give you the right to leave her there." Tony growled, turning his head to look at the floor

"I know, and that is why I'm here. To apologize to her. The abandoning her, the following her, for everything."

This brought his head back up and locked a look with Ziva's father. "Was it Carlee who called you? Was it her who started this whole thing?"

I need to know the truth.

Eli sighed and took his glasses of before continuing. "Yes, she called me, but to be truthful, she was not the reason I had Absalom follow her."

Tony's face scrunched in thought. "Wait, you were following her even before Carlee?"

Eli nodded in shame. "Yes, but for some reason, Absalom didn't report the crash to me. The last thing he told me before his death was 'This is a Crash and Burn case, Eli. Nothing else.' I still don't know what that means or why he said it to this day."

Tony nodded, and leaned even farther back in his chair. "Crash and Burn? I really don't know what that means. "He sighed , recalling his thoughts."I guess we will never know…"

-NCIS-

"Mr. DiNozzo?" Dr. O'Brian said as he approached the half sleeping agent. Tony slightly stirred and slowly opened his eyes, only to jump up when he saw the doctor's tired face.

"Yes?" For the first time since Tony met Dr. O'Brian, he had a real full smile. "Ziva is awake and she is stable. You can see her now."

Tony's grin was so big, it hurt. He looked past the doctor, to look for Eli, but was happy to see he was not around. He leaned down, grabbed his bags and followed the doctor, without looking back.

-NCIS-

"Tony!" Ziva smiled when he entered her dark room and she turned her body to face him. His grin was disturbed by his leaning forward and lightly kissed her, wishing to deepen it. But after thinking it over, he pulled back smiling, sitting in the chair that was by her bed. Taking her hand, he kissed it and continued smiling.

"How are you?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Ziva's smile lightened. "Not as good as would like to be…"

Tony tightened his grip on her hand. "So the doc told you about-"

"The baby, yes." Ziva finished as she looked down at her stomach and sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

Tony's face brightened a little, as he reached down and grabbed the green PJ he had just bought. "That's why I got this." He lifted up the clothing, excited to see her reaction. To his surprise, her face dropped, and she looked away.

"Put that away. Please." She whispered, pushing it from herself.

Doing as he was told, he dropped it and stared directly at Ziva, confused. "Ziva-"

Hearing the bag rustle, she twisted her body back to face him and letting go of his hand. He could see the anger and sadness in her eyes. "What was that Tony? Why do you have that?"

Tony brought his hands together, still confused by her reaction. "I wanted you to know I want you to fight for our baby."

Ziva broke the gaze and now refused to look at him, opting for the floor instead. "And you think that I don't want it? You think I am not fighting? I want this baby more then you will ever know, and you know what? I don't know if it is going to make it! What if that happens?"

Tony jaw lowered a little, his heart breaking with every word. "Ziva-"

"Tony, I want a family. I want a family with you. But you can't do this to me, or to yourself. This baby might not make it, and I have no choice over it. Getting your hopes up, that will make the outcome of what ever happen even harder on you and me. Don't do this to yourself."

The two sat in silence. The only sound was the beeping of Ziva's heart monitor. Ziva's eyes stayed glue to the floor. Finally, Tony looked up from his gaze that locked with his lap and grabbed Ziva's hand, making he look at him. He finally spoke.

"I'm sorry Ziva. I didn't think this though. I thought that maybe I could help. I could help anyway I can. I don't know what I'm doing with all this baby stuff. Seriously, I don't. But if you thought I did, maybe you would try harder to keep the baby. You have to know I will be here for you forever and always. And that if you were ready to be a mother, I was ready to be a father."

This made Ziva smile, bringing herself up so she sat straight up in her bed. "I always knew you were here for me. I always knew you loved me. And I don't know anything about anything about being a mother either. You are not alone. And I know I'm not alone either."

"Ziva." Tony said, as he looked at Ziva, her deep brown eyes watching him.

She smiled. "Yes?"

"I love you so much." Ziva could feel the power behind the words. She knew that he had said it before, in the elevator, before he left to go anywhere, before they said goodnight, but these five words beat them all. But she could tell he wasn't finished.

"I don't think I can live without you. You are my everything. You make me smile, you make me laugh. You make me love the life I live, and I can't do that without you. You make me who I am now. Ziva, you are my love, my heart, and…" Tony reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small box with a smaller red bow on it that sat carefully on the side. He opened it, and pushed the chair back, landing on one knee. "And I want to make you my wife."

Ziva stared at the little white ring, a beautiful clear diamond sat on top. His next words made her look up at him wide eyed.

"Will you marry me?"

This chappy did...

1) Had the first true TIVA fight

2) Showed the softer side of Eli David (even though I hate him)

pLeAsE ReViEw!

IT WILL MAKE MY SMILE! (OH AND fav and story alert to make me jump up and down in pure love for the world! okay that is a little weird. whatever.)

;)