Title: My Heart Cries for you
Author: Trista Groulx aka dustytiger
ating: T (same as the show)
Disclaimer: I am remain poor and don't own NCIS it belongs to it's creator, network, writers, actors and actresses who bring it to life weekly.
Summary: A skip ahead, Tony's going home. This one is a little short but it's what my muse gave me.

Ziva was thrilled that Tony was finally going to be coming home. It had been four weeks since his stem cell transplant, and he'd been in the hospital twelve weeks for treatment. There was still a chance that the cancer could come back, but the doctors felt he could have outpatient treatment at long last, knowing he would heal best from home. He was still months out from returning to work, but no one seemed to care. They were all happy to have Ziva back while they could. He had packed up the things he had accumulated surprised by how much he had, and was waiting for Ziva to come back to the room.

"All right," Ziva told him grinning. "Hop onto your chariot and you're free."

He sat down in the wheelchair, although he wanted to sashay all the way out of the hospital, and let her wheel him to the door, where he stood up and went toward his car, which she had been using since she was home. They decided they would decide after he was back at work and she decided what she was going to do next if they would need a second car. He took her hand as they drove, she smiled at him. He noticed that her driving was not as aggressive as he was used to as they drove home. It suddenly hit him that his apartment was now their home. She pulled into their parking spot and he was suddenly totally calm about their living situation. They went up the apartment and she opened the door.

When they got inside she hung up her keys on a key ring he'd never seen before, which she hung next to his familiar key ring. He took a deep breath and only a moment later his lips were all over hers. He was pulling her toward the bedroom.

"Tony, Tony," she gasped. "Relax, we just got in."

"It's been over a year since I've been with you, you're not stopping me. My energy is mostly back, and if you tire me out so be it, but we are going to our bedroom and I am doing to you what I have been dreaming about for way too long. If I fall asleep three seconds later I don't care, I'll be in my bed and I know when I wake up you'll still be there."

She ran her fingers along his cheek. "While I want that too we may need to put it on hold until we've had dinner."

"Something in here does smell amazing, how did you manage that?"

"Your dad put it in the oven from me when we left the hospital."

"What did you make?"

"Lasagna, he showed me how to make my own pasta noodles a few weeks ago so it's really homemade this time, and I made some bread for garlic bread as well."

"You thought of everything."

"Your dad told me about how lasagna was your favourite food growing up and I thought that it would be the right meal for you to have when you got home."

"Thank you Ziva. I guess I can keep my hands off of you until after we eat."

She laughed. "All right, I am so happy you are home."

"Me too it'll be amazing to not have a nurse checking in on me every few hours, thankfully because of you I haven't missed real food, but it'll be great to eat at the kitchen table again with you. There were times where I was worried we might not be able to do this, I tried to keep positive but it was hard knowing that the same thing took my mother away."

"Treatment has come a long way, Tony. I am so happy you're in remission and home. I am also excited for you father being closer, I only wish it had not taken this for you two to be so close now."

"Me too, but I finally have a dad and that feels amazing, I think you had something to do with us getting along so well though Zi."

"I do not think if I had anything to do with it Tony."

"You can believe what you want to, but I know what I feel. I'm happy to have him in my life, and I'm even happier to know that I finally get to start our life together."

She kissed him softly, and for a long moment they relaxed into the embrace, getting lost in each other. He had her hand on her waist, pulling her closer when they heard something beeping from the oven. As much as they wanted to ignore it they knew they didn't want to burn down the apartment their first night together at home. She pulled away from him reluctantly then went into the kitchen. She took the lasagna out of the oven, and put the bread in. Before long they had finished their meal, and although she had made pecan pie for desert they were both ready for more and the ended up in the bedroom together wanting nothing more than to celebrate him being home and better.

Notes: Well that was that, I hope you like it I love hearing from you.