A/N: Happy New Year (again! In case you didn't read my updates yesterday :D)
Okay, sooo this is actually the last chapter of "Jamaica Dreamin'". I'm sorry guys but this was never intended to be a long story and therefore, it will end at five chapters. I hope you're not too disappointed ;) But hey, give the last chapter a shot okay? :) It might answer all your questions :D
Please enjoy reading! :)

"Are you nervous?" Tony asked.

Ziva grinned at him from the side. "No. Excited."

They were at the hotel, packing their last things and a cab would pick them up in less than an hour to bring them to the airport. Together. Ziva had canceled her flight back to Israel last night and had instead booked another one to Washington. Thankfully they'd been able to get on the same flight and had even managed to book two seats next to each other. Tony had been surprised. Did nobody else want to travel to Washington on the 2nd of January?

"You are nervous," Tony stated carefully, approaching her and wrapping his arms around her from behind.

She relaxed into his embrace and eventually turned around in his arms to face him. She reached up her hand to cup his cheek and he immediately leaned into the touch.

"I am fine, Tony. I am excited to go home with you," she assured him.

However, he couldn't help but wonder whether she was hiding something from him. Maybe she wasn't nervous about coming home with him. But she had to be nervous about facing everyone else again, right? He knew he would be if the roles were reversed.

"Are you not nervous about seeing everyone again?" Tony eventually asked.

She bit her lip and tore her gaze away from his, not looking at him on purpose. That immediately caught his attention. She was indeed hiding something. Was she not comfortable with coming home for real? The whole deal?

"Ziva?"

"Tony, I..," she started but trailed off.

He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer to his body.

"What?" he asked.

Just like three months ago in Israel, he wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. He wanted her to finish that sentence. She had left it unfinished too many times in the past year. How many times had she started with 'Tony, I..' but not finished her thought? He needed to know. No matter what it was.

"I-I cannot face them," she eventually whispered, avoiding his eyes.

He inhaled sharply. So what? She wasn't ready to come home with him either?

"Ziva.."

"No, Tony, I-I cannot."

"So what? You don't wanna come home with me?" He was angry now and he was pretty sure she could hear it in his voice.

Finally, she looked into his eyes again. "I am coming with you. Do not doubt that."

"Then what, Ziva?" he questioned.

She took a deep breath. "I do not want anyone to know that I am home. For now."

"You want me to lie?" Tony's eyes widened and he stared at her.

She wanted him to lie to his friends, to the people he considered to be family? Did she not know that it was basically impossible to lie to them? They would see right through him. He wouldn't be able to keep that grin off his face. He wouldn't be able to hide the fact that she was home. He just..he wouldn't be able to.

"I..maybe you could just not mention it for a while?" she requested carefully.

He pulled his arms away from her and took several steps back until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He sat down and ran a hand over his face in frustration. Great. Now what was he supposed to do?

She didn't dare to move any closer to him. He needed some space, that much was clear. She was well aware of the fact that she'd probably asked too much of him. But she wouldn't have asked if she hadn't needed to. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle everything at once. Coming home to him was one thing. And she was nervous enough about that part. Was she really ready? At least she hoped she was. But she sure as hell wasn't ready to face everything else yet. And everyone. She was certain it would be too much. And if it got too much..well she didn't know what she'd end up doing.

"Tony," she called softly.

He didn't even look at her. Great. She'd completely screwed it up. She should have approached it differently.

"Tony, please look at me," she tried again.

He slowly looked up until his eyes locked onto hers. She smiled softly. This was progress, right?

She slowly approached him and knelt down in front of him, her hands resting on his knees. "Please let me explain."

"Okay," he gave in, waiting for her to start talking.

"I am ready to come home with you. I am sure of it. It might not be easy at first but I am convinced we will make it work," she started to explain.

She absently drew circles on his knees with her fingers. "I just..my decision was very spontaneous. And I am scared that if I have to face too many things at once, I might not handle it well."

That caught his attention. He reached out to frame her face with his hands. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

"Why didn't you just say so?" he asked.

She ducked her head, trying to avoid his eyes. He was right. She should have just told him. She could trust him after all. And she knew that.

"I was scared of your reaction," she admitted.

"Ziva," he breathed.

She looked into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat when she found nothing but pure love there.

"I would never pressure you into anything you don't want. If you feel like everything's happening too fast, we're gonna take it slow. And if you feel like everything's getting too much, we're gonna find a way to make it easier," he promised her.

She smiled at him softly. God, how did she deserve him? She was pretty sure she'd never done anything in her life that made her deserve him. But she wasn't gonna question it. Not in a hundred years. He was here. They were together. They were making this work. What more could she possibly ask for?

"I do not want you to have to lie to everyone. But I..," she started but trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.

"Shh, Ziva. I know. It won't be easy," he said, grinning at her cheekily. "But I'll manage to hide the fact that you are finally back home, staying at my apartment and that I can't wait to go home."

Ziva laughed and hit his shoulder playfully. He rested his forehead against hers and looked deep into her eyes.

"This will work, Ziva. I promise you," he whispered.

"I know," she whispered back.

And yes, she was certain this would work. Because no matter what came between them in the past, they had always managed to find a way. And they would find one again this time.

"Ready to go home?" Tony asked as they boarded the plane two hours later.

Ziva squeezed his hands. "Ready when you are."

They made their way up the steps to the airplane and into their new life. Together.

Tony walked into the bullpen on Monday, trying to hide his huge grin. Ziva and him had arrived in Washington late on Thursday and he'd called Gibbs to ask for an extra day off on Friday. He'd told him he was too tired and jet-lagged to make it into work and Gibbs had agreed on the condition that no case came up. Thankfully nothing had come up and so Tony hadn't been needed at work until this morning. Ziva and him had spent an amazing first weekend together and had even taken a walk around town. She seemed to be very happy to be home. Last night, she'd contacted Shmiel in Israel and asked him to send the last few items she still had in Israel over to Washington. The old man had been more than happy and had wished them all the best.

"Hello Tony! You look like you had a good vacation," McGee exclaimed as Tony sat down at his desk.

"Well, yes, I did indeed have a very good vacation," Tony replied, trying so very hard to wipe that grin off his face.

"Did you make use of that mistletoe?" Ellie asked.

Tony grinned at her. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Just as Ellie was about to say something else, Gibbs walked into the bullpen. "Grab your gear."

McGee and Ellie beat him to the elevator which left Tony alone with Gibbs. He gulped when his boss walked closer to him.

"One hell of a jet-lag, huh?" Gibbs questioned, smirking.

Tony blushed slightly. "Yeah that too."

"Tell her I said hi," Gibbs said, then walked towards the elevator without another word.

Damn, that guy knew everything. Tony grinned. Oh well, at least he knew. It wasn't like he would have been able to hide it from Gibbs for long after all. As Tony jogged towards the elevator, one thought was at the front of his mind: He couldn't wait to come home. To her.

~ The end ~

A/N: aaaand that's a wrap :)
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