Epilogue
Ziva came storming into the bullpen. Her hair was down and wild and her eyes were aflame. She was mumbling to herself in Hebrew. Gibbs looked over at her and smiled.
"Friday is your last day before your," he grinned then paused, "vacation, right?"
"Yes."
"Take a half day on Friday. I know Abby wants to go out for an extended lunch with you," he said.
"Hmphf," she responded.
"Ziva, what's wrong?" asked McGee.
"I am marrying an idiot," she said.
Gibbs laughed to himself. The pre-marriage jitters were starting to kick in and it amused him.
"What did he do this time?" McGee asked.
"I want traditional Hebrew music for our wedding and he wants Sinatra," she growled. "We are having a reformed rabbi with a priest giving a blessing, which means it will mainly be a Jewish ceremony."
"Do you like Sinatra?" asked Gibbs.
"Some."
"Then why don't you pick a couple of Sinatra songs you like and call it a compromise," said Gibbs.
Ziva looked at him and sighed, "It is an idea."
On the mezzanine Deputy Director Craig, Tony, who was using a cane to walk, and Director Vance appeared. They were in a deep discussion. The conversation appeared intense. The three men then went into MTAC.
"What are they discussing?" McGee asked.
"It is none of our business," remarked Gibbs.
"He is taking over dealing with hot spots and certain ops. His new official title is Assistant Director of Special Ops," said Ziva.
"Does that mean he'll be taking trips?" asked McGee.
"Only if he has to travel. Ray and Sonia will handle most of the travel," she said.
"You two pick out a house yet?" asked Gibbs.
"We are supposed to see two this week," she said.
She looked over at Gibbs, who was trying to read something without his glasses. Ziva continued to stare at him until he finally looked over at her.
"You want me to go with you and check out the houses," said Gibbs.
"I know nothing about houses and Tony knows even less," said Ziva. "We need someone who is handy to help us."
"Give me the dates and times," sighed Gibbs.
"Thank you, Gibbs."
NCIS
Ziva, Gibbs and the realtor stood in the empty three bedroom house. Gibbs looked at the ceiling and the wood trimming. He already saw signs were work would be needed.
"Are you and your husband thinking of having a baby?" the realtor asked.
"I'm not the husband," said Gibbs.
The realtor smiled at Gibbs and he returned the smile.
"Yes, my fiancé is late," groused Ziva.
Tony came rushing into the house. He looked tired and excited at the same time. Walking over to Ziva, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Talking to Israel," he said.
"How is Malachi recovering?" she asked.
"He's recovering," smiled Tony, as he leaned on his cane.
"You ready to limp down the aisle, DiNozzo?" asked Gibbs.
"Yes, boss," said Tony.
Gibbs grinned.
"I am going to check out the bedrooms upstairs," said Ziva.
"I'll show you," said the realtor.
"I'll wait here," said Tony.
"I'll stay with him," said Gibbs.
Ziva and the realtor headed up the stairs, while Tony and Gibbs watched them go.
"You got any advice, boss," said Tony.
"About marriage?"
"Yeah."
"Love her and know that when you get into a fight that it's your fault," said Gibbs.
Tony smiled, "Did you ever think you'd see this day come?"
Gibbs looked at him then rolled his eyes.
"I got my rules for work from Shannon. She had rules for life," he smiled.
"You still have those rules?" asked Tony.
"Yeah, I do."
Tony laughed then said, "I can image what Ziva's rules will be. Rule one, listen to Ziva. Rule number two, listen to Ziva. Rule number three, see rule one and rule two," chuckled Tony.
"I guess you'll be listening to Ziva."
Tony laughed. Gibbs pointed to the ceiling at a water stain.
"Either there is a pipe leaking or one leaked and they didn't replace the damage. If Ziva likes this house, you can negotiate the price down," said Gibbs.
"Thanks, boss," said Tony.
Gibbs noticed that his former SFA was nervous. He was able to fidget without moving.
"Everything is going to be fine, Tony," said Gibbs. "Don't worry. You and Ziva will do fine."
Ziva appeared at the top of the stairs. She was smiling.
"You want this house," Tony said.
"Yes," said Ziva.
They both looked over at Gibbs.
"I'll check this house out for you," he smiled then he headed up the stairs leaving them alone.
"We are going to do this, right?" asked Tony.
"Yes."
"You don't have a problem marrying me."
Ziva turned and looked into Tony's eyes. Before he could say another word, she pulled him by the shirt and gave him a long passionate kiss. When she finally stepped back, he just stared at her with a big smile.
"Anthony DiNozzo, I love you. You belong to me now."
"Ziva David, I love you, and, I guess, I belong to you," he said.
"You know that if you ever think about divorcing me that I have been trained to kill and not leave a trace of evidence," she said.
"Are you trying to scare me?" he asked her.
"Yes."
"Good, it worked," he said then he kissed her.