I'm ashamed of myself. I haven't updated this since '09? Wow, I suck. Very, very much.

Well, um, if you are still reading and interested in this, I should come and find you and give you an award, because you exhibit amazing patience that I myself do not have.

I had to go back again and read the whole thing, and I realized just how many errors this story has. My writing style has changed a lot since back then…so that's why this chapter is a little more detailed and, in my opinion, better written. I want to finish this story, well because, I have like 3 others I'm doing all the same time and it's not fair to people (if anybody is still out there) that want to know what happens. So, three long years later, here is an update, finally!

In all 26 previous chapters, there is no disclaimer. So let this count for all of them: Not mine.

Tony opened his eyes and used them to look around the dark room. He held a woman in his arms, and a smile stretched across his face when he remembered that it was Ziva.

His arms were wrapped around her body, but she held his right hand in hers, their fingers intertwined. The covers were over both of them; her naked body flush with his own.

Everything about the moment was perfect. He could stay like this the rest of his life if she'd let him.

But her ninja sense must've been tingling, because it wasn't but a moment later when her brown eyes fluttered open. She yawned and stretched a little, but didn't move her body much. It was several seconds later before she realized that Tony was awake and looking right at her. She turned her head and looked at him, dropping his hand. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her tighter.

"Good morning." He said softly.

She smiled at him and kissed his nose, "Good morning." She replied. She turned over so that she could move even closer to him, "How did you sleep?"

Tony could tell her for hours how amazingly perfect it was, "Great. What about you?"

Ziva let the corners of her mouth pull up into a smile, "Very good."

He brought his hand from around her body up to her face, letting his index finger drag across her skin, "Does this hurt?"

Ziva wouldn't admit it to him, but it did make the place where Rivkin hit her tingle as he dragged his finger across her skin. She licked her lips and shook her head, "No."

Tony gave her a disapproving look. "He hit you so hard." Ziva's only reply was to look into his emerald eyes as he wrapped his arm around her again, "I will kill him next time."

She looked away from his eyes and to his mouth, "Maybe there will not be a next time." She said softly.

He sighed and ran his hand down her body, "There won't. Because I'll kill him." She lifted her finger to his mouth and pressed it against his lips.

"Lets not talk about him anymore."

Tony sighed and leaned down, placing a slow kiss on her soft lips. "Okay."

She smiled up at him, "Would you like to go on a run with me?"

He chuckled, "It's six thirty babe. You don't have time for a run."

As if she didn't believe him, she turned her head and stared at the numbers on her alarm clock, her mouth falling open, "Why did I over sleep?"

Tony grinned, "I probably wore you out."

She hit him on the chest and started to move off of the bed, but he wouldn't let her out of her grasp, "Where are you going?"

She shoved her thumb towards the shower, "I need to go and dress for work. I have a meeting with Vance and my new work partner."

Tony's heart panged a little when he realized that she would have a different partner other than him, but he knew what she meant, "I texted McGee and told him what happened last night, and that I was with you and that we would be late. He'll tell Gibbs and Gibbs will tell Vance."

Ziva scooted closer to him and he smiled when he could feel her breasts on his chest again. "You told him that we were together?"

"I told him I was with you. He doesn't know anything else." At her confused look, he explained it further, "Like, I slept on the couch."

She nodded, "Okay." She leaned in and kissed him again, her hand running down his chest, "So when will we arrive?" She asked him.

He smiled at her, "I thought we could hammer a couple of things out first. You know, talk a little." She responded by giving him another kiss, so he continued, "So um, what does this mean?"

Ziva swallowed, "I am not sure, Tony." She said honestly.

He sighed back at her and didn't understand why the universe was so freakin' determined for them not to be together. He finally was able to put exactly what he wanted in order, and now he couldn't have it?

What kind of bull was that?

"I don't want just this." He said and she immediately furrowed her eyebrows together. He sighed and grabbed her hand, "I want to wake up with you this close to me every single morning. I want to walk in the squad room holding your hand. I want to take you out on dates, and I want a wedding ring on your finger and on mine."

She moved back from him, a little shocked, "This is moving a little fast, is it not?"

He shook his head, "No, not really." He swallowed again and took a big breath, "I'm not saying that I want to get married tomorrow, because I don't. But I do want…more."

She let out a sigh, "How are we going to explain it to Vance and Gibbs, Tony? They are both so against us dating."

He shook his head again and kissed her forehead, "I'll talk to them. And if I can't fix it, I'll leave. I'll find a job somewhere around DC."

She looked into his eyes again and turned her head, "You have worked so hard at NCIS. Is it worth leaving?"

"You mean are we being together worth leaving?" She felt the corners of her mouth pull up, as he continued, "I'd do it in a second, Ziva." He smiled back at her smile and to himself. He honestly didn't know what to think of himself, you know, with him being a commit-o-phobe in the past. But something about her leaving and the threat of her not returning scared the shit out of him, and he had wanted this life with her for the longest time. He just finally got brave enough to say it.

Besides, he wasn't getting any younger.

She leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "Yes." She moved away from him and his arms fell onto the sheets below her. He watched her naked form as it moved to the bathroom before he spoke again.

"Yes to what?" He asked.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, "Everything."

All right, before you ask, no, this isn't a story-ending chapter. The end of the story is coming soon, but I'll let you know when it does.

I promise I will update before three years passes this time!