Just the last chapter to finish it off. I do not think that it does the rest of the story justice, and it is not very long, but I felt that if I added any more then I would have ruined it even more.
As You Wish
"Hey, Abs, what'd you want me down here for?"
"Four months."
"Huh?"
"Four months and you still haven't told her?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know fully well what I am talking about Anthony DiNozzo."
"Uh, no. I really, really don't."
"You need to tell her how you feel."
"Ziva."
"She's upset. She says you haven't told her that you love her."
"I have, she just doesn't realise it. I told her the night I took her on our first date."
"Just tell her you love her, Tony."
"I have!"
"Then tell her in a way she'll understand."
"You're beautiful." Tony kissed the nape of Ziva's neck.
"Is that so?" She asked mildly, continuing to slice the vegetables in front of her.
"Of course you are." He frowned at her non-committal tone. "What's wrong."
"Nothing. I am just tired. Can you please lay the table?"
"As you wish." He nodded, not expecting her sudden outburst that followed.
"Why, Tony?! Why do you always say that?! That is all you say to me!"
"You'll understand one day." He backed away from the knife that she waved with her hand.
"What does that even mean!?"
"Just…" He sighed and shook his head. "Come with me. Turn the stove off." He added as an afterthought.
"And what about dinner?"
"We'll have it later. Come on." He took her hand and pulled her through to his lounge, sitting her on the sofa and walked over to the DVD shelf. He pulled the title he wanted out and slipped the disc into the reader.
"Tony, I do not want to watch a movie."
"You'll want to watch this." He sat down next to her and tried to wrap his arms around her. She stayed stony, not softening at his touch. He hit the play button and the blue title appeared on the screen.
"The Princess Bride?"
"Best movie of all time." He shrugged.
"Tony, I am tired. I want to have dinner and then go to bed, I do not want to watch a movie tonight."
"Just watch, Ziva." He pressed a kiss to her temple. She pouted but obeyed, sitting in silence.
"That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying 'As you wish', what he meant was, 'I love you.'" Her head turned to Tony and tears slipped down her cheeks. She pressed her lips to his, breaking away and leaning her forehead against his.
"You love me?"
"Always."
"Why did you never just tell me?"
"Do I ever do things that simply?" He brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"No. Never." She grinned.
"I love you."
"I know." She breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he scooped her up, the film and dinner completely forgotten about.