Dear readers:

Thank you for the wonderful and helpful reviews! Sadly, this is the final chapter in this fanfiction…..but, no worries! I'm starting a new one this week!

Thanks to mprmusings, dark but so lovely, aquasm, and all my other loving readers!

Okay, so this is a bit of a songfic chapter, just as a warning in advance….yeah.

Please enjoy and comment!

-Violet

Ziva's POV:

It was Friday evening. Today, me and Tony got off at six instead of seven. McGee and Abby agreed to babysit Zoey so we could have one night of peace. All that month I was easy up until midnight and awake by thre. So, tonight, I and Tony were going out to eat to celebrate surviving our first month of parenting. I think we just needed to get out of the house and away from the ever-present smell of diaper powder.

"Come on, Ziva."

"No! I look hideous."

"Yeah, sure."

"I do."

"You probably don't look that bad."

"Ughh, fine."

I opened up the bedroom door. I stood there in a light blue strapless, a black belt around my middle. I felt overexposed and goofy. "Whoa." He said. I sighed. "I told you." "Sexy." "Shut up!" I said, laughing and punching him in the shoulder.

We pulled up to Alfonso's Steakhouse an hour later. We ordered that night's special: marinated steak. While we talked, I stabbed a piece with my fork. When I couldn't lift my fork, I looked down. Me and Tony had grabbed the same piece. I tugged. "My piece." I growled. "No, my piece!" he said, frowning. We both tugged at it. "Ha! It's mine!" I said as I won the tug-of-war. He laughed.

Tony's POV:

We arrived home at 8:00. We sat in the living room in our evening clothes, listening to the radio and laughing. Suddenly, the announcer said"Well, folks, it's been a great evening show, and we're going to top it off with one of the best love songs, Stereo Hearts. This one is for all the lovers out there." I stood, bowed and offered me his hand. "Would you care to dance, Ms. David?" I asked. "I'd love to." She replied. The first piano notes began to play, and I took Ziva's hand, and we began to dance. Slow dance, her head on my shoulder. I placed my hands around her waist. She twirled. I sang softly to her:

"My heart's a stereo
It beats for you so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh

She giggled in my ear, a soft, sweet noise.

Make me a radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo!

She twirled in my arms, laughing. I grinned, a wide, smile of joy. Hadn't felt like that in a while.

If I was just another dusty record on the shelf,
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else

Ziva pulled me closer.

If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that
Read it well, check it Travie, I could handle that

I tightened my hand on her waist.

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks

I used to- used to- used to, now I'm over that
Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts

"We've been through a lot, Tony." Ziva said

If I could only find a note to make you understand

"I know, Ziva."

I'd sing it softly in ear and take you by the hand

"Tony, do you love me?"

Keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune

The question struck me. I decided that I could tell her the truth "Of course, Ziva."

And know my heart's a stereo that only
Beats for you

She snuggled closer to me.

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh

Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you

So sing along to my stereo!

As the last notes resounded in the room, Ziva came the closest she had that night, putting her head on my chest, placing her arms around my waist. I pulled myself out of her embrace and got down on one knee. I was shaking. What if she says no? I thought nervously. Don't panic. Just do it. "Tony, what are you doing?" she asked. "Z-ziva, there's something I need to do, something that I should've done a long time ago." I took the tiny black box out of my shirt pocket and opened it to reveal the dazzling diamond ring.

"Ziva David, will you marry me?"

Her hands flew to her mouth. "Tony! Oh, yes! I will!" I stood up.

Suddenly, our lips were on each other's. Her lips curved under mine, and she responded by shaping hers around mine. She bit my bottom lip. Her perfume, soft and sweet, covered me. The familiar, electrical surge ripped through me; my old friend from Paris was back. My heart pounded as she continued to wrap her lips around mine. It may have been seconds, minutes, days, possibly years before we broke apart. The perfume combined with Ziva's heavenly lips fogged my mind and made it near impossible for me to think straight, and I lost track of time.

We broke apart after, well, god knows how long. I stared at her, not knowing how I ever could have loved her more. She made me feel like I was the only guy in the world. Then, suddenly, it hit me. The reason Haylee and Travis had entrusted us with their only daughter.

That day, on the train platform, Haylee had seen something we hadn't: an unbreakable bond. A bond that drove me to protect Ziva, and a bond that gave Ziva the will to survive. She knew that we belonged together before we did. With Zoey, she had brought us together, forever. We were always, and always will be, in this together :)

I don't know. Personally, I like the ending, but I want to hear what you think! Hopefully, tomorrow I'll be starting a new fan fiction with my other favorite pairing from NCIS, so keep your eyes out. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on my very first story, it will be very useful in coming stories….

Mahalo nui loa (thank you very much)!

-Violet