I can not believe how long it has taken me to get this written. It's been sitting on my computer with just a title for longer than I care to admit. I've had a horrible case of writer's block for this story. I had no idea what I wanted to write. For some reason tonight I was inspired and so this was whipped out pretty quickly. I apologize that there is no song in this one but I didn't think it needed it and I didn't feel like looking for one. If there are any grammatical or typing errors I'm sorry for them too. I didn't really do a lot of proofreading. Though if something is glaringly wrong please feel free to inform me. And this chapter finally completes the story.

Epilogue

Two weeks later Ziva was still staying at Tony's apartment, more out of habit than actual necessity, and she was still on mandatory deskwork until the doctors cleared her for duty. On that, hopefully final, day of light duty, Tony drove her to the doctor's office in the morning so she could have her follow up exam. She nearly skipped out into the waiting room with a smile and an enthusiasm that could almost match Abby's.

"He said I can go back to work!" she practically cheered, holding up the signed release that she was to file once she got into the office.

"Good," Tony replied with a grin. "Now you can stop moping around and wanting to kill me and start threatening to kill bad guys again." She punched his arm a little to happily, but linked her own around it a second later and headed out to his car so they could go to work.

It was a normal day at the office. Ziva filed her release form, she and Tony had lunch together, Abby came up to visit them, Jen came down to visit them, there was a lot of paperwork and cold cases. All in all, it was pretty much like the two weeks Ziva had spent on desk duty so her first real day back was a bit of a let down. But she was glad to be back on full duty nonetheless.

That evening at dinner Tony brought up something that had been bothering him all day. "Now that the doc's given you a clean bill of health, what are you going to do? Are you planning on moving back into your apartment or…" he asked, trailing off and not daring to get his hopes up.

Ziva chewed her pasta thoughtfully before swallowing and replying, "I do not know Tony. I had not thought about it. I have become very accustomed to living here." Feeling the slight flush of embarrassment rise on her cheeks, she ducked her head and continued eating. This was a complication neither of them had thought of. They weren't entirely sure they were ready to live together full time, but neither really wanted their living situation to change.

He gave a snort of mirthless laughter. "I know what you mean. I've gotten used to you being here, too." She gave a small smile back. And then, under his breath, Tony commented, "So much that I don't really want you to leave."

"Then you should just ask me to stay," Ziva replied, surprising him that she had heard.

With a flair of the drama he was always so good at, Tony walked around the table and knelt beside her chair. "Ziva David, will you move in with me?"

"You do not think we are moving too quickly?" she asked back, unsure of his opinion.

"I think a few years is enough foreplay."

With a chuckle, Ziva replied, "I agree. We could start moving things maybe this weekend, then?"

"Perfect." Tony stood just enough to slide his fingers into the curls at the nape of Ziva's neck and capture her lips in his own.

Now this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

I'm sorry that this chapter is only Tiva, but that's just how it happened to come out. There is a poll on my profile for a new NCIS fic I'm writing. It's AU and Tiva and I can't decide the gender of their kid, so you should go check out the poll for more info and vote with your opinion. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing and everything you've all done that is soooo kind. It always makes my day.