"Tony! How many times have I told you to use a coaster when you set your drink down?" Ziva stood in the doorway, hands on her hips.

"Yes, darling" Tony murmured as he set his drink down on the coaster "COME ON!" He shouted at the Ohio State game on the TV.

It had been six months since Ziva had moved into Tony's apartment. Things were going great, for once. Ziva had been cleared for all the charges and the judge ordered her to attend rehab twice a week. She had agreed to the terms and was mentally doing well again which Tony was glad for.

"Give me a fucking break! The quarterback sucks! Christ, I could have won that game for them," Tony yelled once again while Ziva plopped down on the couch next to him.

"My love, it's just a game.." She tried to coax with him.

"Just a game? Zee, this could have been their big break! What an idiot!" He sighed, changing the channel.

Ziva placed her palms on his back and started to dig them into the muscles. A contented groan escaped from his mouth as he leaned back into her touch.

"Do you wish things had been different, Tony?" she suddenly asked, breaking the quietness that had evolved in the room.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

"Do you wish that you had gone down a different highway? Maybe been the superstar of Ohio State who eventually ended up with the hot cheerleader?" she giggled, resuming her massaging minstrels on his back.

"Different path, Ziva. And no," He turned to face her, staring intently at her "I love everything how it is," he continued to stare at her.

She raised her eyebrows, staring back "What?"

"I just…." He stopped, still staring into her eyes intently with a grin appearing on his face.

Ziva pinched him frustrated, "Why are you staring, Dinozzo?!" He smiled at her, thoughts whirling around in his head. She pinched him again "Dinozzo! I will hurt you" she warned, a smirk on her face to let him know she wasn't being serious.

"Marry me," He blurted out.

"Wh-wha-what?" Ziva stopped her movements on his back, her mouth hanging open and her body froze.

"You heard me, David. Marry me," He stood up from the couch and faced her, waiting for an answer.

"Tony.. I-I simply asked you a question. Why are you-" she was cut off by him.

"Because Ziva! It all just made sense! I love the way everything is. I want to keep waking up and going to bed next to you! I want this forever," He pleaded, his eyes shining once she just kept staring up at him silently. His heart pounded in his chest and the overwhelming feeling of nausea crept up on him as soon as he realized she wasn't going to answer. His legs were about to turn around and run.

"Yes," She stood up.

"Yes….?" Tony's eyes rose from the ground to her as the moment set in, "Yes?" He saw her nod, tears streaming down her cheeks "YES!" His hands met her hips and he picked her up, spinning her around. Ziva giggled, crying happily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, their lips meeting in unison.

"I love you, Ziva David" Tony excitedly stated.

"I love you too, Anthony" she smiled, kissing him again.

He set her back down on the floor and clapped his hands, "Okay let's go!"

"Go? Where?" She laughed, watching him sprint through the apartment.

"City hall to get married?" He stopped in his tracks looking at her.

"MARRIED?" Ziva yelled out in shock.

"Yeah…." Tony quizzedly looked at her "Didn't you just agree to marry me?"

"I did, but I didn't… you want to get married…right now?" She couldn't feel herself breathe and felt like she was on the verge of having a panic attack.

"Yeah! Why not? I mean, we already talked about eloping because we both agreed we don't want rubber chicken" Ziva chuckled "so, why not go to city hall right now and make it official? I don't want to wait to make this commitment with you, Zi. I want to be your husband, right now."

Ziva stood there, her legs feeling like Jell-O. She bit down on her lip, that nervous habit that Tony always loved about her. He slowly walked up to her, brushing her hair back out of her face.

"I want to start forever with you, now" he smiled, kissing her temple "what do you say?"

She contemplated running out of the apartment, screaming at the top of her lungs in that moment. She really did. This was just completely out of the blue and all she wanted was to hear him say he liked this life at NCIS he had with her. But, he had completely shocked her as he was doing lately, by coming out of nowhere and wanting to get married. Yeah, she loved him, but perhaps this was going to quick. However, in her heart, deep somewhere in that organ full of regret and wasted opportunities, she knew that this man was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The man that pushed the boundaries all these years, the man she wanted to kill, but kiss at the same time. The man that made her whole.

"Okay," she smiled and shrugged at him.

"Okay? Okay!" He kissed her lips once more, grabbing his coat and heading towards the door.

"Tony! First I have to do my hair and oh my god, my makeup!" She began to think of everything she needed to do because tonight, tonight was her wedding night.

"Baby!" He smiled as she cringed at the endearment, "You are beautiful. Your hair is curly, my favorite way that you wear it. You have some makeup on, but not a lot because you're beautiful enough you don't need it. You are beautiful, Ziva. I want to marry you exactly the way you are right now" She shrugged as he talked "don't even get me started, Miss David, on how those jeans make your ass look, " he smirked receiving a dirty look.

She walked towards the door, grabbing her own coat in the process "You're always gonna be the same Anthony Dinozzo, aren't you?" She smirked, shaking her head as she opened the door.

"Yes and you love it," He smirked, playfully hitting her ass on the way out of the door.

Everyone in the apartment building could hear Anthony Dinozzo Jr. yell "WE'RE GETTING MARRIED! WOO!" and the giggling of Ziva David as they walked to their car.