Ziva’s apartment
Ziva tossed over in her blankets, sweat pouring down her face, her breathing laboured. It was an empty room, with no doors, and no windows. All there was in it was rag doll she had as a child, with a sad face and blonde woollen hair. The rag doll just sat there, staring at Ziva with its black button eyes. All of a sudden, a dark red liquid leaked out of the dolls eyes, and stained its pretty pink dress. Ziva had no idea where the liquid came from, but she panicked, and grabbed the doll, looking for a way to save it as though it were real. The blood ran over her hands, and alarmingly quickly began to fill the room. Ziva panicked, and dropped the doll, the blood reaching her waist. She ran around the room, searching in vain for an exit point, some way to escape. The blood reached her head before she had realised how high it had gotten, and she struggled to tread water to breath. Drowning in the blood, she opened her eyes, to see nothing but dark red around her. Then, the rag doll floated into her vision, as her lungs felt as if they would burst. She knew she was dying, and that the doll would be the last thing she ever saw. But as she stared at it, amidst all the blood, slowly, it smiled at her.
She woke with a gasp, and began to cry, the tears mingling with the sweat on her face. She looked over at her clock. The numbers glowed 1:29 am. She dragged the bed covers off of her, and walked into the bathroom. She splashed some water over her face, wishing that the water could wash away more than just the tears. She had no idea why the nightmare terrified her so much. She hadn’t seen that doll in years now. Her mother had made it for her, but it was never a favourite toy of hers. Tali had played with it much more than she had as a child. Though it was winter, it was stifling hot in her apartment. She needed to get out side. She threw on some shorts and a singlet, grabbed her gun, and barefoot, walked out of her apartment block. She wandered around the streets for some time, letting the cold breeze wash off the sweat. Sitting down on the curb of the road, she wondered how strange she must look at the moment, sitting all alone on a street corner, holding a gun, her hair all messed up. She pulled her fingers through it, trying to untangle all the knots. She sighed and looked out at the street. She had better get back to her apartment, or someone would be calling the police to say a strange Israeli woman was sitting outside there apartment holding a gun. That was one conversation she would rather not have. She stood up, and made her way back to her apartment. As soon as she got inside, she had a shower and then changed into some reasonable clothes. She holstered her gun to her belt, strapped her back up piece to her ankle, and concealed her knife at her waist, and left for NCIS headquarters. There was no point in going back to sleep tonight.

NCIS headquarters
At 0630, Tony walked into the NCIS squad room, prepared to lounge around the office for half an hour or so, until everyone else arrived. He was surprised to see Ziva at her desk, drawing on a piece of scrap paper.
“Hello, what are you doing here so early?” she asked him.
“I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep. How long have you been here?” he said, curious.
“Since around 2:30. I had a nightmare and didn’t even try to go back to sleep. I asked ducky about it and he said that it could be the result of emotional and mental stress or something. So I’ve just been sitting here doing paperwork and drawing.” He walked over and sat on her desk, to see an assortment of pictures drawn on scraps of paper littering it.
“Wow, Ziva some of these are really good!” He picked up one which was a drawing of a vine twining around an oak tree. He picked up another, which was a picture of a creepy rag doll with blonde woollen hair, a pink dress and buttons for eyes.
“Thankyou,” she murmured, staring at the rag doll drawing in his hands, a slightly… almost fearful look in her eyes. He opened his mouth to ask, but then closed it. If she wanted him to know, she would have told him.
“Have you noticed that we are all rostered on tomorrow, on Christmas day?” He asked her, changing the subject.
“Yes,” she replied, sounding indifferent.
“Aren’t you annoyed? I mean, come on, its Christmas day, a time to spend with family and friends, not to be stuck in the office doing paperwork! Its not as though anything is going to happen on Christmas day. I mean, even killers have family.”
“I agree with you on the last part, but I don’t mind that I’m working. I don’t celebrate Christmas, I celebrate Hanukah .”
“Yeah, but still…” Just then Gibbs and McGee walked over from the elevator.
“Boss!” Tony jumped up from Ziva’s desk. “Why are we working tomorrow?”
“That’s a good question boss,” McGee said as he sat down to his desk.
“I don’t know, I don’t write the schedules,” he replied. “But I expect you here at 0700 anyway DiNozzo.”
“Aww, boss! I want to go out with friends!”
“Me too,” McGee complained.
“I didn’t know you had friends Probalicous! You must introduce me! However, on second thought, maybe not. I don’t want to spend my time with a bunch of computer freaks who-”
“DiNozzo!”
“Sorry boss,” he apologised. “However, lets not get distracted from the subject at hand. Why are we working tomorrow?”
“I don’t know DiNozzo,” Gibbs snapped at him. “But if you’ve got a problem, you should take it up with the director!”
“Take what up with the director?” Director Leon Vance asked as he walked between Ziva and Tony’s desk, accompanied by Abby.
“Director!” Tony said in surprise. “I was just um, asking why we are all working tomorrow.”
“Yes, Miss Schuito has just asked me the same question.” Abby smiled at them. “I have informed her that although tomorrow you are all still expected to show up to work, it will be a more relaxed day.”
“Meaning, were having a party!” Abby squealed, jumping up and down in delight. “And I get to help plan it!” They all looked to the director for confirmation of this, who nodded.
“I have agreed to let Abby organize a bit of a party tomorrow,” he told them. “However, you can be assured that it is not a Christmas party as such. Its more of a holiday party. Because it is a public holiday, and you should be getting the day off,” he qualified, seeing the look on Ziva’s face. “I hope you will enjoy it.” And with that, he turned and headed up the stairs back to his office. They all turned to look at Abby, to discover that she was already sprinting towards the elevator.
“I’ve got loads to do, I’ll see you guys later!” she called as the doors closed.
“Well, tomorrow shall be interesting,” Ziva remarked.
“It will indeed,” Tony agreed, almost apprehensively.

Mall, that night
Ziva walked around the movie department, looking for a gift for Tony. She knew she could pick almost any movie and he would watch it, but she had no idea what movies he already owned. She was just about to leave and find him something else when she bumped into Tony himself, who was holding numerous shopping bags.
“Ziva!” exclaimed, clearly surprised. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for a Christmas present for you, actually. What about you?”
“Doing the same. Looking for Christmas presents for everyone. I had no idea what to get Gibbs, so I ended up where I usually do in the mall; the movie section. Do you think Gibbs would enjoy Magnum?” Ziva laughed.
“I doubt it. Dose he even own a television?” Tony made a face.
“On second thought, maybe not a movie for Gibbs. What did you get McGee? I picked out some random electronic thing that I have no idea what it dose.”
“So did I. I got Abby a CD of a band that looked extremely, well, Abby. Something to do with suicide.” Tony laughed.
“Abby will love it. What DVD where you going to buy me?” he sounded extremely eager. Ziva rolled her eyes.
“I was going to buy you that one,” she pointed at a movie with a cover that looked like a car exploding. “But I didn’t know if you already owned it.”
“I love that movie!” Tony cried in excitement.
“Well then, I will buy It for you. Although it isn’t really a surprise now, is it?”
“It’s the thought that counts,” he reminded her. They went to the counter of the store where Ziva paid for the movie.
“So, what have you got me?” she asked curiously, peering into the plastic bags he was holding, which he immediately held out where she couldn’t see into them.
“Nuh, uh. Just because I know my present, doesn’t mean I’m telling you yours. You can wait until tomorrow.” She glared at him, and he grinned back at her. “Patience is a virtue, my crazy ninja. Learn to wait.” She smiled sarcastically at him. “What should I get Gibbs?” he asked. I have no idea what on earth he would want.”
“He probably doesn’t want anything,” Ziva told him. “Trust me. But I got him a tool set for his boat. We can share if you want.” He smiled at her.
“Thanks! That means I’ve got something for everyone now.”
“Happy to be of assistance.”
They walked back to the parking lot in silence, weaving there way through the crowds of people doing last minute Christmas shopping. They stopped outside the parking lot and looked at each other.
“I’m going this way,” Ziva pointed.
“Okay. See you tomorrow Zee-va.”
“Yes, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” And hesitantly, he kissed her on the cheek, and turned and walked away. She watched him go.
NCIS headquarters
A Tony entered the office from the elevator, he had high expectations of Abby’s party. He didn’t expect to be greeted with an explosion of black tinsel. However, that was what he got. Well, he supposed it wasn’t really a tinsel explosion, as he was sure that it had been there before he arrived. It seemed like an explosion had taken occurrence, with all the tinsel that greeted him when he stepped out from the elevator. Looking closer, he realised that what had happened was that someone, who was very likely to have been Abby, had stuck enough tinsel hanging from the roof, that you couldn’t see anything beyond it. He sighed, and started to navigate his way through it. If this was just the prelude to the rest of the party, he couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. As he made his way out of the last of the tinsel, Abby rushed up and pulled him forward into the room.
“Well, what do you think?” she demanded straight away. He looked around the room. Abby had strung black tinsel, black fake holly and mistletoe, and black bells and baubles from every non living surface. She had used all there desks as food tables and had bean bags and rugs on the floor in the middle to sit on. She even had a black Christmas tree in between Tony and McGee’s desk, which had everyone’s presents underneath it.
“I think, that you need to start sleeping at night and laying off the caff pow a little. How did you do all this? Its amazing Abby, but you must have been here all night!”
“So you like it?”
“Yes, but-”
“Yay! That’s everyone!” Tony looked around. He was indeed the last person to arrive. Ziva, Gibbs, McGee, Ducky, Palmer, and of course Abby, were already there, watching him take in there surroundings, with amused expressions on there faces. He supposed he must have looked a little silly standing there gawping at the decorations. He quickly took a pie and cup of coffee from his own desk, and went and sat next to Ziva on one of the beanbags. As he sat down, music started playing out of some hidden speakers. Abby had thought of everything.
“So, did you put our present for Gibbs underneath the tree yet?” he asked her. She didn’t look as though she hadn’t slept, there were circles under her eyes, and she looked a little paler. Her hair looked darker too. She still managed to look so pretty, even tired and sleep deprived.
“Yes, but I do not think that he was to pleased that he is getting presents. You should have seen his expression when he saw that his name was on it.”
“I can imagine,” Tony said, pulling a face.
“Present time!” Abby squealed. Tony fake sighed, but was really very eager to see what presents he had got. Abby handed them all out to everyone, but she wouldn’t let them begin until everyone had got all there presents. “Okay, now you can start unwrapping them. Tony dived eagerly into his pile, picking up a present from Abby first. Ziva began to laugh.
“What?” he asked, looking up from a half unwrapped contraption of some sort.
“The look on your face when she told you that you could start unwrapping them! You looked like a excited child!” she told him, but there was an affectionate tone to her voice. He rolled his eyes at her, and dived back into unwrapping the presents. All of a sudden, something distinctly black and squealing knocked him over in its rush to get to Ziva.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Abby squealed as she hugged Ziva, who looked extremely surprised.
“Um, your welcome?” she gasped as she struggled for air.
“Oh, sorry!” she apologised, letting go of her. “But how did you know that bring me the horizon was my newest favourite band? I love It, thank you!”
“Oh, your welcome Abby.” She beamed at Ziva, and rushed back to her pile of presents. Tony grinned at her.
“Didn’t you say you just picked out one you thought shed like?”
“Well yes. The title was “Suicide Season”, and the cover had a girl holding her own intestines, so I thought she might like it. I had no idea it was one of her favourite bands,” she confessed. Tony laughed.
“What presents did you get?” He asked her, peering over into the pile of wrapping paper and inspecting the objects hidden amongst it. “Ooh, chocolate!” he pointed at McGee’s present to her. “Yum yum. Why haven’t you opened mine yet?” he asked, spotting his unopened gift amongst the wrappings.
“I was sort of saving it for last,” she told him, and began unwrapping it. Inside was a beautiful silver link bracelet. She stared at it, her eyes unmoving, and he began to worry.
“If you don’t like it, I can take it back and get something else..?”
“No no! Tony, Its beautiful… thankyou.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Thankyou so much.” She clasped it around her wrist. It looks so beautiful on her, he thought. She looks so beautiful…
NCIS parking yard
The bitter wind whipped across Tony’s face as he walked over to his car with Ziva. They walked in silence, the silver bracelet swinging on her wrist. As they reached his car, he turned. “Goodnight then, I guess,” he said.
“Tony?”
“Yes?” he replied.
“The other night, I was thinking. About… everything. And I don’t think I ever really said that… I’m sorry. For everything. I mean, with Michael… But I am. Very, very sorry.” She didn’t look at him the whole time she said this. Hesitantly, he reached out and touched her cheek. She looked up at him.
“I don’t think you have much to apologise for,” he said, drawing his hand away. “I was the one who shot him.”
“Yes, but…” she struggled for words. “The way I acted… I should not have. Blamed you, I mean. While I was in Israel, I had a lot of time to think things through. You remember I said I memorised your report? Well, once I had… fully accepted his death, it was easier to see it objectively.” A few tears escaped her eyes. “And I never should have…” He pulled her into his chest, holding a finger to her lips to silence her, then raising it to stroke her hair. They stood there together for an immeasurable amount of time, until it began to rain. She stepped away, and he dropped his arms.
“Oh, crap!” Ziva cried as it began to pour on them. She stepped away from him, and he dropped his arms. “I took the bus to work today! It left…” she grabbed Tony’s wrist and looked at his watch. “Half an hour ago!” She dropped his wrist again. “Damn it!”
“That’s okay, I’ll drive you home,” he said. “We’d better hurry, this rain looks like its about to turn into a storm.” As he spoke the sky rumbled with thunder.
“Lets go!” They scrambled into his car, as the rain started pelting down like a shower of bullets.

In Tony’s car
Ziva watched as Tony tried to drive his car through the rain, which all of a sudden turned into hail. It was pitch black, and although Tony had his headlights on, the only real light came from the lightning flashing across the sky. She was worried about him crashing the car, so she tried to think about something else. Her mind landed on the conversation they had only a few minutes ago. She was a little embarrassed about crying in front of him. However, she was glad that he had been so understanding… that he had comforted her. It felt so nice to have his arms around her. It felt… safe. Right. Like that was where she belonged… But maybe he only thought of her like a friend, or as family. It didn’t feel like family to her when he held her in his arms though. Or when he kissed her on the cheek last night.
Oh, darn it, for goodness sake! I cant even work out how I feel about him, let alone how he feels about me! Who knows, maybe he just felt sorry for you, that’s why he hugged you! Maybe he-
“Ziva, I don’t think I can drive anymore,” his voice interrupted her thoughts. “The rain and hail is just getting worse and worse, I can barely see a metre ahead of me.” He pulled the car over onto the curb. “Sorry, but I’m going to wait until the rain lets up a little, I don’t want to kill you. That would be a crappy death. Id rather die a better way, I mean were federal agents, right! We cant die in a car crash! Fighting to protect our country from a gang of terrorists, taking almost all of them down before a massive number of bullets hit us straight in the chest! That’s how id like to die.”
“We are not in one of your movies Tony,” she told him, smiling. “But I agree with you on the first part. I do not want to die in a car crash.”
“Really? Your driving would indicate otherwise.” She snorted.
They sat in silence for a minute, staring at the rain pouring down the windshield. It didn’t seem to be getting any better to Ziva, if anything it was getting worse.
“That’s two nights in a row now,” Tony commented, breaking the silence.
“To nights in a row which?”
“What, not which. And I meant that’s two nights in a row that we’ve ended up spending the evening together.”
“Strange.”
“Maybe its fate.”
“Maybe.”

Tony looked over at Ziva, sitting in the front seat beside him, and then looked out at the rain. They had been sitting in the car together for over an hour now, talking to each other, and the rain had only gotten worse. He had a feeling that they were not going anywhere tonight.
“Ziva?”
“Yes?”
“The rain is just getting worse. You have two options: the back seat, or my couch.”
“What?”
“You can either sleep on the back seat of the car, or I’ll drive to my apartment and you can sleep on the couch. I would drive you too yours, but a lot its further away, and I don’t want to kill you.” She sighed.
“I guess I will take the couch then.” He smiled, looking relived.
“Good. Car seats are uncomfortable.” He started up the engine, and slowly began his way through the rain.
After a very slow drive to Tony’s apartment, they finally stumbled through the door, to discover the lights were out. “Great, he muttered. “I’ll go find the torch.” He disappeared into the darkness, and returned quickly holding a torch, some candles and a lighter. She watched him suspiciously as he put two of them on the coffee table and lit them.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eying him warily.
“I’m just giving you some light in here. I don’t know how old this torch is, but I’ve had it for a while. It wont last long.” He disappeared again, and when he returned he was not holding the torch, but a thick quilt and pillow, which he threw onto the couch. “You chose couch… so it is couch you will get,” he said in a game show host’s voice. She smiled at him, took off her shoes, and sat down on it.
“Thankyou Tony. And ah, do you have a T-shirt I could wear, just for tonight? I can sleep in leggings,” she indicated towards the black leggings she was wearing with her coat and scarf, “but this shirt is uncomfortable to sleep in.” She sounded awkward, as if not quite sure if she should be asking.
“Sure. He left the room for a brief moment, and returned with an old gray t-shirt. “Here, it will be a bit big, but I don’t suppose it matters much. I’ll, uh, see you in the morning.” She smiled at him.
“Yes. Thankyou, Tony.” He smiled back and walked into his room, leaving her alone in the candle light. She quickly changed into his t-shirt, and lay down under the blankets on his couch. It was cold inside without any heating, so she curled up and pulled the quilt close around her. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.
She awoke in the middle of the night, gasping for breath and freezing cold. She gulped in the icy air, trying to forget the nightmare. “Ziva?” a voice asked from the other end of the room. She snatched her gun up from the coffee table and pointed it at the person. They slowly came towards her, and as it grew closer Tony’s face became illuminated by the candle light. She put the gun back down. He looked at her curled up shivering on his sofa, and then down to the blanket on the floor. He picked it up, and wrapped it around her, then sat down next to her on the couch. She leaned into him, and he pulled his arms around her. They sat in silence for a minute, until her breathing slowed.
“Do you want to talk about it…?” he asked gently.
“Its just a night mare, I’ve had it for a few nights now. There is this rag doll I had as a child, and it starts to bleed, and then I’m drowning in the blood, and I open my eyes, and the doll smiles at me… Its just a dream. Don’t worry.”
“The rag doll you showed me yesterday that you drew?” he asked, remembering the creepy doll with the blonde hair and sad face she had drawn. That would explain the slightly fearful look towards it.
“Yes. My mother made it for me as a child, but I didn’t play with it much.” Tony shivered, his skin exposed to the bitterly cold air. She looked up at him.
“Oh! Tony, I am sorry, you must be freezing!”
“I’m a little cold, yeah,” he replied, his teeth chattering.
“Sorry!” She wrapped the blanket that she was curled up in around them both. He pulled her closer into his arms under the blanket.
“It sounds scary,” he agreed. She nodded, and hastily wiped a tear from her face.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m acting so strange today. I shouldn’t use you as my emotional outlet. I’ve just been so sad lately, and this dream hasn’t helped.” He placed a finger on her lips to stop her from continuing. It wasn’t her fault. More tears leaked out of her eyes. He wiped them away with his finger tips, and she turned in his arms to face him, the tears running down her cheeks. A tear dripped into her mouth, and he traced her lips with his finger tip, all the while drawing closer to her face. Her tears subsided a little, and he cupped her face in his hand, studying her face for any resentment or apprehension. When he couldn’t find any, he pressed his lips to hers. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her with more passion, drawing one hand around her back, and tangling the other in her hair. Breathing heavily, they feel side ways into the couch, and he brought his lips to hers again. She reacted instinctually, pressing herself closer into him, cupping his face in her hands. But then, she pulled away, breathing heavily and began to cry once more. They both sat up, breathing deeply.
“Why?” Tony asked. She cried harder.
“Because, if we do this, as soon as its over, I’m just another girl to you. Just another meaningless night. I’ll be another one of your “dates” that you do not see again, do not think about again, except you will have to see me, and you might not think about me, but I will think about you, I wont be able to get you out of my head. But to you, I will be nothing…” She sobbed. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Nothing? Ziva…” he pulled her around to face him, and looked straight into her eyes. “You’re my crazy ninja chick with a photographic memory and impulse issues. Whenever you smile, it makes me smile. When your sad, all I want is for you to be happy. When I hold you in my arms… it feels like you belong there, and I don’t ever want you to leave. That isn’t nothing.” She pulled herself into his chest and continued crying.
“I mean… if you feel the same. If you don’t… I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry…” he trailed off, fearing that he had made a huge mistake. She shook her head into his chest.
“No… Tony… I do feel the same way… you have no idea…” She looked into his eyes, his face slightly blurred from tears. He took a deep breath.
“I love you,” he whispered. For him, those words were putting everything on the line, risking everything.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, and suddenly everything that they had been through was worth it. All the anger and hurt and jealousy and pain was finally worth something. More than something. Everything… He pulled her lips to his gently, making sure she was okay with it. She pulled him closer, and kissed him passionately, rolling onto the floor tangled in the blanket and wrapping herself around him. This is like the end of every low budget romantic movie ever made, he thought wildly, before he stopped thinking about anything except the taste of her lips on his…
The next morning
When Ziva woke up the next morning, she was lying curled around Tony on his lounge room floor. She rolled over and checked the battery clock over on the mantelpiece. It was 0600, they had to be at work in an hour. Standing up, she grabbed her clothes and kissed a still sleeping Tony lightly on the lips. He groaned and rolled over. She walked over to the window and looked out of it. There was snow covering the ground outside, but the snow plough had cleared the roads. “Wake up Tony, we have to leave for work soon,” she told him, and headed for the bathroom.
When Tony walked out of his bedroom, Ziva was sitting at his dining room table eating breakfast. He picked her up slightly from her chair and sat down, putting her on his lap. He looked over her shoulder in to the bowl.
“Ice cream? You eat vanilla ice cream for breakfast? And what on earth is that orange stuff?”
“Well, you don’t exactly have many breakfast cereals in your pantry, and I thought, why not? The orange stuff is golden syrup. You should try it.” She scooped up a spoonful of it and handed it to him. “Its good.” He warily took the spoon and ate a little from it, chewing and swallowing slowly.
“Hmm. Its not bad… a little strange though.” She smiled and took the spoon from him, popping the rest in his mouth.
“Yum.” She quickly ate the rest, and stood up. “We have to get to NCIS Tony, and think of some way to keep this from Gibbs.” Tony groaned.
“Gibbs! I didn’t think of that. He’s going to be mad Ziva…” They began walking towards his door.
“Mad? Are you actually planning on telling him?”
“Hmm, good point. We will act like nothing is different then.”
“Like nothing is different.”
1 month later
They walked in from the elevator, just having solved a case involving a dead lieutenant commander, a very jealous son and a large inheritance. They walked into the squad room feeling happy with the days work. “DiNozzo, David,” Gibbs motioned for them to follow him back into the elevator. Looking confusedly at each other, they followed. After the elevator doors closed, Gibbs flicked the shut down switch and turned to face them. They looked apprehensively at each other and back at him.
“When were you planning to tell me?” he asked.
“Tell you what boss?” Tony answered in an unconvincing confused voice.
“You two! You were planning on telling me your seeing each other?” he asked. They flicked a glance at each other.
“I don’t know what your talking about boss…”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about DiNozzo! McGee might not have noticed it, but I have!” Ziva shot a look at Tony that clearly said busted.”
“How long have you known..?” Ziva asked in defeat.
“That you guys liked each other? About two years now. But that you finally decided to do something about it? Just after Christmas.” They looked at each other, stunned.
“Wow, your good boss. Really good…”
“That’s not the point Tony.” Ziva sighed. “How much trouble are we in?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Why would you think that you are in trouble Special Agent David?”
“Um, because we broke rule number 12?” she asked, confused.
“I thought it was rule number 11?” Tony asked.
“No, its definitely number 12... Ouch!” Gibbs head slapped them both. “Sorry boss.”
“Your not in trouble,” he told them. They stared.
“Were not?” Tony asked.
“No.” Gibbs replied.
“Why?” Ziva questioned.
“I would have done the same thing.” They continued staring at him.
“So, were not getting anything more than a head slap?”
“As long as it doesn’t affect your work. Otherwise, I’m damn relived. Its about time you two finally got the guts to tell each other.”
“So, your actually almost happy for us?” Ziva still sounded baffled.
“As long as it doesn’t affect your work.” He smiled slightly at them, and flicked the elevator back on. Behind him, they grinned at each other. This made everything a lot easier.
“Ziva and Tony?!” McGee asked, stunned. “Ziva and Tony?!”
It was near the end of the day, and most people had already left. McGee and Gibbs were standing in the middle of the desks alone.
“Yes McGee. Ziva and Tony.” Gibbs replied, sounding exasperated.
“Boss, are, are you sure?”
“Do you think I would be telling you if I wasn’t?!”
“Sorry, sorry boss.”
“Surely you must have noticed something McGee?”
“Well, no, not really boss, I mean…” he faltered, seeing Gibbs’ glare at him. “Boss, can I tell Abby and Ducky?” he asked, sounding desperate to share this latest piece of gossip.
“Only Abby and Ducky, McGee. No one else, you understand me?”
“Yes boss!” He sprinted off to the elevator. Gibbs shook his head and watched him practically jump with excitement as the elevator doors shut on him. He was glad that they had finally worked it out, but this would take some getting used to.
Tony’s apartment
Tony and Ziva walked through the door of his apartment, laughing with happiness.
“I cant believe Gibbs was actually happy for us! Or that he actually knew!” Ziva laughed, while Tony stumbled on the rug and landed on the couch, a smile on his face.
“I suppose we should have known. I mean, its Gibbs after all, he sees pretty much everything!” he laughed as Ziva plonked herself on top of him.
“You know what this means though?” she whispered in his ear.
“Yeah, no more secrets,” he smiled, sounding extremely glad. She grinned and cupped his face in her hands, kissing him on the mouth, He smiled around her lips, and wrapped his arms around her. Everything was so perfect. He pulled her closer into him, and hooked his leg around hers. She laughed, brushed the hair out her face so that she could kiss him properly. Everything was perfect.


Please tell me what you think about it!!! And if anyone has ideas for a title, that would be great, id love to hear them!