Tony awoke Sunday morning with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He slammed his head back into the pillow. Thinking that he had come down with the stomach flu. He put his hand on his forehead no fever but that didn't really mean much. He pulled himself out of bed and stumbled downstairs and grabbed a bottle of powerade and package of plain crackers out of the pantry. He put a small handful of crackers on a paper-plate. He picked up a cracker and slowly nibbled on it then set it back on the plate.

"Morning dad" Holly greeted.

"Morning Holl don't get too close. I think I have the stomach flu." Tony explained.

"You don't feel warm." Holly commented.

"You don't always get a fever with the stomach flu." Tony replied.

"I know but you also have good color." Holly observed.

"Well my stomach is killing me." Tony replied.

"Maybe it's nerves." Holly suggested.

"What could I be nervous about?" Tony questioned nervously.

"Dylan and your appointment with Dr. Pitt is coming up." Holly suggested.

"No I feel great." Tony assured.

"Well maybe it's just work." Holly replied.

"Yeah that's probably it. Uh since I haven't been sick or had a fever. I think I am going to go to the diner. I will eat light though." Tony replied.

"That will be good for you." Holly replied.

Tony turned into the diner parking lot. Maybe Holly was right because his stomach did feel a lot better than it had when he left the house. He saw Ziva's red mini cooper parked in her usual spot. His stomach had made him arrive late. So he would miss his private talk with Miss. David but he could at least make the breakfast.

"Good morning Mr. DiNozzo. I was beginning to think that you were not going to make it this morning." Ziva greeted.

"No just running late." Tony replied.

Breakfast with Miss. David and the parents of the twins classmates, was just what Tony needed to calm his nerves. He felt fine all day. Right up until it was time to get ready to leave for his date with Ziva. Not only was he nervous about the date and whether or not Ziva would actually show up. She hadn't said a word about the date at breakfast. It may just have been that she didn't want to bring up the date in front of the other parents and she had to rush out as soon as the meal was over to pick-up her daughter. For all he knew she was avoiding the topic because she wanted to back out. The other thing weighing on his nerves. Getting out of the house all dressed up without the twins noticing. He hated lying to his kids but he didn't want to bring up his relationship with Ziva to the twins, until he was sure if it was anything at all. He was just about to get dressed when there was a knock on the front door. Before he could get downstairs, Holly had already answered. Moments later the teenager came bounding upstairs and knocked on his door.

"What is it, Holl?" Tony asked.

"Hey dad, the McGee's are going to the movies and then out for ice-cream and they invited Noah and I. Can we go?" Holly asked.

"Did you do your homework?" Tony asked.

"Yes" Holly replied.

"What about Noah?" Tony asked.

"Yes" Noah replied coming into the room.

"Then I don't see why not." Tony replied.

Tony owed McGee a big one for distracting the twins. Saving him from having to lie to his kids or get their hopes up that they would be getting a new mom. He went downstairs and then went down long enough to thank McGee for taking the twins and offering to pay him for the movie and ice-cream. Once everybody was gone. He went back upstairs, showered, and changed. He dressed in his best Armani Suit. The suit he had bought with the inheritance money that Victoria Mallard had left him. He wore it only for special occasions and certain undercover cases. He studied himself in the mirror. He suddenly looked so old. Ziva was so young and vibrant. She would never be able to fall in love with him. He had to force himself to get up and go. He drove to the DC Opera House and waited outside the will call window. He waited and waited. People filed into the theater. He looked at his watch, the opera was supposed to start at eight in the evening. It was eight fifteen. They had already closed the doors and the window for the show they were supposed to see, was dark. His fears were confirmed he had been stood up. God he was such a loser. He kicked the wooden frame of the will call window, turned and started back towards his car. Maybe he could change into his sweats and meet the McGee's and the kids at the ice-cream parlor.

"TONY! WAIT!" Ziva cried running towards him.

"Ziva? I was sure I had been stood up." Tony replied turning around.

"I am so sorry, Tony. Eliana had a rough day and I had trouble getting out of the house." Ziva explained.

"Oh does she have health problems like Noah?" Tony asked.

"No uh she had a traumatic experience when she was about a year old. She is coping well but she still has bad days." Ziva explained.

"Oh that's too bad." Tony replied.

"It's OK she is OK. Anyway they should just let us in." Ziva replied.

Tony followed Ziva into the opera house. Ducky was right, it was absolutely amazing. He had never been a fan of opera music and whenever Ducky went. He would invite Jimmy or McGee since they appreciated the music. Tony much preferred swing and classical. If tonight went well, he would have to invite Ziva to his favorite swing club. Ziva and him took their seats. The show actually wasn't bad. At intermission they stood together and ate finger sandwiches and pastries. The second half of the show was better than the first. After the show Tony escorted Ziva to her car. He went to kiss her on the cheek but she turned and allowed him to kiss her on the lips. It was magical, his heart raced and fluttered a way that it hadn't since the morning that Kate was killed. He remembered his last kiss with her. It was amazing almost like she knew. The kiss with Ziva was just as amazing but not in a "Five hours from now I am going to get shot right between the eyes. Like Bambi's mom way." more of a "You love me, I love you, and it is OK for you to let go and move on. I will never hurt you. At least not intentionally." way. Tony practically floated back to his car. He was in such a trance that he narrowly avoided plowing into a classic Morgan. Not just any classic Morgan. His classic Morgan. Ducky parked his car, got out and knocked on Tony's window. Tony rolled the window down.

"Good evening Anthony. I am surprised to see you here." Ducky commented.

"Yeah uh I was uh meeting a friend." Tony lied.

"Anthony, Anthony, Anthony" Ducky chuckled.

"What is it, Ducky?" Tony asked.

"I may be old and out of touch but I do know a thing or two." Ducky explained.

"What does that mean?" Tony questioned.

"Well I saw you walk in with that lovely lady and you were in such a trance that you just about killed me. It is clear to me Anthony, that you are in love." Ducky explained.

A/N: I would say the date was a success. Even if it started out shakily. Lucky for Tony he didn't kill Ducky. New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.