Author's Note: Hello, all. Okay, here's the first chapter of the final part of the trilogy. I'm going to incorporate some flashbacks and take some creative liberties. Hopefully, I won't get too off base. Please tell me if I do.
This chapter is in Tony's POV and the twins are 6 months old.
And there shall be TIVA sex.

It's one of my favorite addictions, other than writing and chocolate.

I incorporated some post pregnancy body insecurity.
I don't know if it will be in character but I couldn't resist putting it in.
It made things seem more realistic.

On with the 3rd part of the show.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. MAYBE I COULD WORK OUT A DEAL FOR IT, THOUGH.

~*~
He was trying to rattle her.

Ziva David seemed to be constantly serene and implacable. She rolled with the punches easily and really was a hell of an agent. He knew that from the get-go and she had spent the last 2 months proving it during her liaison with NCIS.

Anthony DiNozzo admired her but he couldn't get a read on her.

He wanted to get her to let loose a little so he could.
Hence his throwing paper balls at her for the last 2 hoursHe was counting in his head as they hit her.

Forty- eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty- WHOA!

He ducked as a knife sailed towards him and he heard a loud crack behind him.
Turning, he saw that the knife was embedded tip first deep into the wall of his cubicle.
If he hadn't ducked, he'd be decapitated for sure.

"Agent DiNozzo? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you don't like being called that. Tony, could you look at me, please?", a very calm Ziva asked.

Looking at her with wide celery eyes, he expected her to be aiming a gun at him.

To his surprise, she was sitting on Kate's...her desk, smiling like Mona Lisa.
He was struck by just how beautiful she was, especially in that scarlet red sweater.

The jeans aren't so bad, either. New Girl's got a hell of an ass on her., he thought, his libido coming out to play.

"Yeah?" he rasped.

God, she was crazy…batshit insane. Normal people don't throw knives at co-workers. Still, he found that he wasn't frightened (much). If anything, he was…intrigued. No woman, not even Kate, could make him feel so baffled and yet, she had a sweetness to her that anyone could see even under her badass exterior…

"Come here. Now."

He stood and came over hesitantly.

For all he knew, she did have a gun aiming at him.

"Sit next to me.", she encouraged kindly.

He did and his nose was filled with the scents of jasmine and vanilla.

"What is it?"

"I understand that you're bored, especially since Gibbs is still barring you from tormenting McGee. Although, the super glue to the ass was quite brilliant. I don't care what he says." she praised with a light laugh.

A pretty laugh for a pretty girl., he thought with a small smile.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Anyway, I'm going to be frank with you. If you keep throwing paper at me, that knife will be embedded in your head. And I don't mean the one with ears. Understood?"

He couldn't help but grin, even with the threat of castration lingering in the air.

Okay. New Girl's got a little spice to her. I can dig that.... Ah, fuck it. It's hot as hell.

"Yes, Zee-Vah. I'm sorry for bothering you."

"Apology accepted. Now help me clean all this up, Duh-Nozzo. I'll not be getting head slapped because of you."

He nodded and got down to help her.
For the first time since Kate died, he didn't feel numb or cold.
He felt warm and soothed.

~*~

"What are you thinking about?", a soft voice asked.

Breaking out of his flashback, he watched as Ziva came into the nursery.
Ava looked ready to pass out. Looking down, he noticed that Jethro was sleeping.

He put a blanket over him and turned to face his fiancée, leaning lightly against the crib.

"Us. Remember the first time that you threatened to make me a woman?"

She grinned and nodded, putting Ava down and tucking her in before turning to him.

"Vividly…tree killer." she accused lightly.

He stuck his tongue out at her and she flipped him off, impressing him.

She had come a long way from the woman that had slouched provocatively for him on that fateful day.

Ever since they got together, she had been really absorbing American mannerisms and pop culture. She also had a better sense of humor and was not afraid to let loose a blatant innuendo that made his look like a first graders. A memory of McGee choking on his coffee after a particularly potent zinger made him smirk inwardly…

"It was also the first time you stretched out my name."

"I did that to annoy you." he admitted with a smile.

"It worked. It also made me want to jump you." she confessed with a light blush to her cheeks.

That was interesting.

He assumed that she was indifferent to him back then.

Hell, that's what intrigued me. She was the first girl that seemed to be completely immune to the DiNozzo charm…

"Well, why didn't you? I would've let you."

She gave him her "You pig!" look and rolled her eyes for good measure.

"I barely knew you, for one thing. And for another, you were the first man to really get under my skin. It scared the living hell out of me.", she explained.

Her honesty humbled him.

Every day, she opened up a little bit more to him.

She was like an onion.

Not because she smelled but because she had layers.
Statements like that meant that he had peeled another one.

He put his arms around her and she relaxed against him.
Her warmth and softness made him instantly hard.
Judging by her sharp intake of breath, she could feel it too.

In all the action of the last 6 months, sex had become less of a priority.
Basically, they were too exhausted.

Not only were they raising the "D-squared" babies, as they were known in the scuttlebutt pool, they were planning a wedding.

Well, Ziva was planning it, really.
He had sat her down and talked to her after the babies were home.
She had been stressing about the wedding and firing rapid fire questions to him.

After calming her, he had been quite blunt.

~*~

"As long as you're my wife at the end of the day, I don't care. This is your day. I'm just the guy lucky enough to snag you. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. Just don't put me in pink. Anything but pink."

"Tony!" she laughed.

"I'd rather be naked than in pink!" he insisted.

"That would be more convenient for the honeymoon. All right, I won't put you in pink. Lime green is better with your skin tone, anyway." she quipped before darting out of the living room.

"Ziva!"

~*~

"That is certainly not your knee." her impish voice giggled.

It was an inside joke between them from their fun (but violent) undercover gig as man and wife.
Even after almost 4 years, he still regretted his stupidity with that line.
After all, knees don't nearly impale your hot partner through her stomach and throb.
Although, in his defense, being on top of and (unfortunately) faking sex with the aforementioned hot partner, in the raw, didn't bode well for intelligent statements.

He certainly could've done worse.

"Nope. What are you going to do with it?"

Standing on her tiptoes, she captured his earlobe between her lips, whispering 3 words guaranteed to drive him wild.

"Anything you want."

Unlike the last time she said that, he did exactly what he wanted.
He slung her over his shoulder like a Neanderthal, growling in a low "Me Tarzan, You Jane" tone.

She yelped and giggled as he quickly headed for their bedroom.
He wanted her and he was going to have her.

Finding their bed in the moonlight, he placed her on it.
She was on her knees.
Cupping her face, he kissed her desperately.

She scooted back to let him onto the bed.
Tony held her to him, still devouring her mouth.
He let his hands roam, noticing that she stiffened when he slid his hand under her nightgown.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, while letting them breathe.

"You haven't seen me naked since before I gave birth."

"I know. My balls match your nightgown.", he quipped.

It was a deep royal blue.

Ziva laughed and swatted his arm.

"Tony, this is serious! My body is different and I'm afraid that you won't like what you see!" she insisted.

Sensing she was really worried about it, he turned on the bedside lamp.

"What are you...?"

"Shush. Ziva, you have absolutely nothing to be insecure about."

"But, Tony..."

"I said shush. Listen to me. I love you. I love you and I love your body. The fact that you carried our babies increases your hotness. I'm not going to find you repulsive."

"Even with my stretch marks?" she asked in a small, schoolgirl voice.

This woman never ceased to amaze him.
She could take down people double her size but she was afraid of his reaction to her?
He gave her a tender kiss on the brow and met her eyes.
They were wide and almost tearful.

She was focused on her supposed flaws; she couldn't see the whole picture. Well, he'd show her what he saw.

"Yes. Do you trust me?"

"With my life." she replied without hesitation.

"Then, believe me when I tell you that you're beautiful."

Biting her lower lip, she nodded, reaching for him.

He slid closer and brought his lips to her neck.

She gasped and shuddered, making him smile.
Her neck was her hotspot. All he had to do was blow on it and she was putty in his hands. She unbuttoned his black pajama top and he nearly lost it at the feel of her hands on her.

God, he had missed this…

She pulled away and pulled the nightgown over her head, letting it hit the floor.

His celery eyes widened in appreciation at the delectable sight before him.
Her skin was a peaches and cream color and she was an hourglass.
She looked better than she had before her pregnancy, healthier.

Dear God, she's gorgeous… absolutely perfect…and
she's all mine…

"Tony?" she asked hesitantly.

He met her gaze and she looked like a gazelle in the sights of a hungry lion.
She was shaking like a leaf, emphasizing her curves.

"You're fucking hot." he growled.

She blushed to a light pink all over but she gave him a shaky smile.

He slid her panties off and lightly pushed her backwards.

Lowering his head, he began kissing and nibbling at her inner thighs.
Her body was heavier but it looked great on her.

She was thick, full, and voluptuous.
A real woman for him to kiss, touch, and taste.

Finding a light pink stretch mark, he traced it with his tongue, lovingly kissing it.

He found others and gave them the same treatment.
She sat up on her arms to watch him, mewling with each kiss or tender nip.

He could smell her musk and feel the heat of her.

"So fucking hot." he murmured, kissing up her slightly softer abdomen.
The fact that she had a bit more meat on her bones didn't deter him.
If anything, it made her even more of a walking aphrodisiac to him. There was more of her to love.

Much more., he gleefully realized as he cupped her larger breasts.

When he latched onto one of budded nipples, he was surprised to taste warm, sweet milk.

Pulling away, he licked his lips.

Her light laughter made him look into her eyes.

"I'm breast feeding, remember? That's what they're for."

He smiled sheepishly and pressed kisses to her sternum, licking at the few droplets of sweat and milk that had collected there.

"I forgot. You taste really good."

Sitting up, she pulled off his pants and without any hesitation, impaled herself on him.

He hissed as her slick silkiness engulfed him and she whimpered quietly in pain as he filled her completely. The birth of their children had done little to loosen her and even with her flowing creams, it was quite a struggle for her. His hand stroked her back soothingly and she was shivering as she got used to him again.

"Ziva?" he murmured.

"Don't move yet." she rasped.

He laid them flat and waited her for to settle.

Her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly, holding him to her.
Both of them were breathing deep and fast, her breasts flattened against his furry chest. They fit so well together, just like puzzle pieces.

After a minute or so, she began to slowly move beneath him, trying to find their rhythm.
He rocked with her, trying to help her.
Her breathless gasps told him that he had found it.
Inside her, muscles loosened and a flood of hot sex creams flowed out of her, lubricating him.

"Harder, Tony. It's okay."

That snapped any restraint he had. With a low growl, he brought one of her legs up over his shoulder. Using his hands for leverage, he began to pound into her as hard as he could.

Her screams spurred him on, so loud he had to kiss her to avoid waking their children.
She was quivering underneath him like she had put her finger in an electrical outlet, her hips slamming into his.

Deep groans escaped him as he felt her inner spasms.
He lowered her leg and she spread them both wide, letting him have free reign over her.

He moved deeper inside her, determined to bring her off again.
Six months without her had been torture.

The coil tightened within him and he could feel his climax beginning at the base of his spine.

"Oh, god...Ziva...ohh...baby, I'm close..."

"Come inside me... please, please come inside me...let go, be in me...ah!"

Burying his face deep into her shoulder, he utterly screamed.
Molten heat surged through him and he was crying, the pleasure overwhelming him.

His heart was pounded in his ears but he could distantly hear Ziva's cries and sobs, her nails scratching bloody paths down his spine. His teeth sank into her soft flesh, leaving his own mark behind.

He felt like he was turning inside out, that not only his seed but his life force was spilling out of him.

Her hips rolled and he could feel the heat of her breath on his face as they slowly floated back to earth.

Trembling, he rolled them so that Ziva was resting on top of him.

She sighed and put his head on his chest, trying to catch her breath.

She was slick with sweat and looked utterly spent.

Pulling the blankets over them, he relaxed into the mattress, letting her trace the outline of his chest muscles with a silky soft finger.

"I love you, Ziva."

"I love you, too." she replied sleepily.

Eventually, she surrendered to her fatigue, her ring sparkling in the light.

Soon, there would be another ring there, one that would tell the world that she was his wife and he loved her.

With that sweet idea in mind, he turned off the light and joined her in slumber, sated and content.