Okay, here's the third (and probably the last) chapter. It's kind of pure Tiva fluff, so forgive me if it's too pathetic.

Once again, I'm sorry if there are any language inaccuracies, for I am not a native speaker.

It was 8 pm and he's just finished watching the news. The door has been fixed, he even managed to clean the mess the repairmen made, and suddenly there was nothing to do. He's seen too many movies in the past few days to go and watch another one, and he was too lazy to think of some other activity. So he just sat on the couch and kept hypnotizing the door.

Thirty minutes later, he heard knocking. He went to the door and opened them.

"Thank god it's you, I was afraid Bodnar's come back," he smirked at Ziva and invited her in.

"I thought it could be beneficial to your health if you had a decent meal once," she said and put the bags she was carrying on the table.

He peeked in one of the bags. "Italian? You're officially my hero."

"I would come sooner, but I needed to stop by at my place, have a shower, and change clothes..."

"So, what did Vance want?"

"I had to give my statement, and he thanked me for not killing Bodnar."

"We're not in trouble for all that off-book stuff we did?"

"We are, but they have more important things to deal with. At least that is what Vance said."

"Good. You bought wine?" he noticed a bottle in one of the bags.

"Yes, I thought it may come in handy."

He took the bottle out of the bag and smiled. "Does that mean I get to see you drunk?"

"You will never see me drunk, Tony. My alcohol tolerance is quite high. At the point when I get drunk, you would be in a coma."

"Show-off," he frowned and took the bottle to the kitchen, where he put it in the fridge.

They didn't talk much during the dinner. Tony was too hungry to eat and talk at the same time, and Ziva was nervous, because she didn't know what to talk about. Actually, she knew what to talk about, but she didn't know how to bring it up. When they finished eating and put the leftovers away, Tony brought the wine along with two glasses.

Ziva took off her cardigan and let her hair down. She sat right next to Tony, not leaving much space between them.

He handed her one glass. "To the fact it is finally over," she raised it, but Tony shook his head.

"To you, Ziva."

"To us. I mean, to how we handled the situation."

"I'll drink to that."

They sat in silence again for a while, sipping wine. Ziva was looking around the apartment as if she was there for the first time. Tony leaned back, stretched his legs and watched her. Her hair was down and tousled, and her eyes were glowing. It was moments like this one that made life beautiful. After all the shit that has happened, there she was, sitting a few inches away from him, safe and sound, with a pensive smile on her face.

He had to paid a ridiculous amount of money for the door repair, his chest and arm hurt, and he was sure the consequences of the team's recent actions won't be nice, but it that moment, he was the happiest man ever, because she was there, and she was smiling, and nothing else mattered.

"That dance in Berlin was nice," she said suddenly.

He stopped staring at her and took a sip of wine. "It was. I think we have a song now."

"I did not really pay attention to the song." She bit her lip.

One day you will dance with a man who deserves your love.

"I know, you were busy looking for Bodnar. Lucky for you, I've managed to find the song and I downloaded it," he smiled and took his phone out of his pocket. After a few seconds, the room was filled with a pleasant melody.

"I like it," she said and closed her eyes.

"We'll dance again when my cracked ribs fuse together, okay?" he suggested.

"I would like that," she smiled with her eyes still closed.

He refilled his glass and watched her, as she leaned back to make herself more comfortable.

"So, since we have this nice atmosphere here... I think we have some things to discuss, don't we?"

She opened her eyes. "Like Paris?"

"What?"

"Discuss Paris. That is number nineteen on your Bucket list."

"You've read my Bucket list?"

"Only to number twenty. McGee found it," she explained and gave him an innocent smile.

"Of course he did. Well, we never actually talked about Paris."

"Paris was fun. We played cards..."

"Drank wine..."

Fell asleep in each other's arms while talking about future.

"I think we should discuss Berlin," he said suddenly.

"You mean the time you took your pants off in front of me?" Ziva laughed.

"I'm not ashamed," he shrugged. "You can take your pants off in front of me, if you want. I was talking more about you hanging my clothes and sleeping in bed, not on the couch."

"I thought you did not mind." She seemed confused.

"I didn't mind. I was pleasantly surprised."

"Well, I am full of surprises," she smiled mysteriously.

He put his glass on the table. "Ok then, surprise me again, agent David."

"I was not paying attention to the song in Berlin not because I was looking for Bodnar, but because I was thinking of my father. And you."

"Your father and me?"

"No, my father, and then you."

"Oh. Ok, that surprises me."

"Your turn," she took a sip of wine and turned to him so that she could see straight in his eyes.

"What? This is not a game."

"Come on, Tony. It is fun. We should have fun."

He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to play along. "I almost cried when Bruce Willis died in Armageddon."

"Seriously?"

"Isn't that surprising?"

"Not really."

"Fine. I haven't had any serious relationship since I broke up with Jeanne."

That surprised her. "Not even with EJ?"

"I liked EJ, it was fun being with her, the sex was good, but... I didn't love her."

"That is kind of sad."

"I think our game's just changed to psychotherapy."

"I guess that is just part of our post-elevator us. We are opening up. You said opening up was a good thing."

"But I also said you should open up."

"So you do not need it? There are no things you would like to talk about with someone? Nothing you would like to share?"

"I'm not the sharing type. I deal with things by making fun of them."

"It does not work every time. I understand if you do not want to share personal things with me, but you should share them with someone."

He looked at her, then on the wall, and back at her. "I am afraid of future," he said. "I often feel old and lonely. The only thing I have is my job, and that scares me like hell. I'm scared of dying alone."

"I know that feeling," she said quietly. Her content smile was gone. Tony got a glimpse of sadness in her look.

"Ok, back to our game," he said. "When was the last time you were really happy?"

"Are we playing Truth or dare now?"

"No, just the truth. So?"

"That is a tricky question."

"Then give me a tricky answer."

She bit her lip.

It physically hurt him that she had to think for so long. She deserved to be happy every single minute of every single day.

"I think I am quite happy now," she said. "Bodnar is going in prison, I had a delicious dinner, and I am drinking wine and having a pleasant conversation with you."

"Tm glad my presence contributes to your happiness," she smiled and took a sip of wine as she was thinking of a question.

"So, tell me, what was the first thing you thought of when you woke up after the crash?"

"That my foot was itchy," he laughed, but then he put on a serious face. "My first thought when I woke up was of you. I knew you fell unconscious before I did, so I wanted to know if you were okay."

"That is kind of sweet."

"I was kind of terrified."

"Me too."

"Okay, my turn. So, tell me something you've never told any of your boyfriends."

When he asked that question, he was hoping for some dirty little secret.

She took almost no time to think about her answer. "I love you," she said plainly, looking into his eyes.

Tony stared at her for a few seconds and then he realized she was answering his question.

"Not even after Ray proposed?"

She shook her head. "I could not say it."

"Because you were scared?"

"I could not say it, because I did not love him. And it is my turn to ask now."

"Fire away."

"What was the stupidest thing you've ever done?"

He smiled. "The stupidest thing I've ever done was probably waiting eight years to tell a girl that I've fell hopelessly in love with her."

"Which girl?"

"You."

At first, she thought it was a joke, but Tony's face was serious.

"I can't do this anymore, Ziva. We've danced around each other for eight years. I think it's time for us to sort things out."

"Yes, you are right, Tony. We should do that."

"Look, Ziva, I love you, I really do." He took her hand and just held it. "I know there's rule number twelve, and let's face it, we both are kind of lousy at keeping secrets from Gibbs, but... The only thing I want is to be with you and to make you happy, so I don't care about any stupid rules."

"The rule says: 'Never date a co-worker', not 'Never fall in love with one'," she reminded him quietly. "You know, Tony, if it wasn't for the crash, I would not probably say it, but... For a second there, I thought you were dead, and that made me realize something. People should not wait to tell other people they love them, because they might not get another chance. I was very confused about my feelings for you for a long time, but I am not confused about them anymore."

He looked in her eyes and waited a few seconds. "You're not gonna say it?" he asked almost impatiently.

"I have already said it five minutes ago," she gave him a wide smile.

"But that was - come on, that doesn't count."

"You have waited eight years already."

"Exactly. You should make it up to me and tell me you love me every...let's say twenty minutes," he smirked.

She looked at his watch. "That means you will have to wait for another fifteen minutes."

"Ziva David, are you teasing me?"

"I would never."

He put his hand on her back, gently pulled her closer to him and kissed her softly. She put her hand around his neck and started kissing him more passionately.

He pulled away from her. "Can we do this for the next fifteen minutes?"

"I would like to do it for the next fifteen hours."

"That can be arranged," he leaned back. Ziva smiled and rested her head on his chest.

Tony began to stroke her hair and he almost completely forgot she was pressing her head against his cracker ribs.

"So, is this the 'Post-Crash' us?" she asked. "The 'emotional, I-love-you saying, passionately kissing' us?"

"I like the sound of that."

"What about Gibbs? He will not like the new us."

"He either accepts it, or he fires one of us," he shrugged. "I'm not gonna let you go just because my boss has a set of rules."

"That is very romantic."

She was resting in his arms in silence, listening to the beating of his heart, and it felt like there was no one else in the world, just them.

"Ziva?"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember page fifty-seven?"

"Uhm, yes, I guess. Why?"

"I still have it," he grinned.

She looked at him with a serious face.

"What? Too soon?"

"I love you, Tony," she said and she cuddled up against him, putting her arms around him tightly. "And if you want to do page fifty-seven with me, you'll need to get a new bed."

I would be really happy if you let me know how you liked it. Also, if you have an interesting ideas/comments, I'll gladly read it. Thank you!