Okay, this one is a little different. Like completely different. They're all back together, it's set during Agent Afloat, before Tony, Gibbs, and Ziva head back to DC. It's the last chapter, so thank you so much for reviewing the whole thing!

Ziva-

I….I don't know what to say. Your father is arranging a marriage for you? Are you serious? Because of…of Tony? I know that Gibbs has a rule not to date a co-worker, but even he wouldn't…fire you! So you love Tony…I knew that. You finally overcame to your sexual tension…I assumed that, but getting an arranged marriage? Didn't even see it coming. Don't this Ziva, you can't die. I…I'll get someone out there. I'll go out there myself and take you back with me so that we can put you under protective custody! Ziva you have to be joking, right? I mean, what the hell am I supposed to tell Tony? Do you know how much it would kill him? To find out that the woman he loves is getting an arranged marriage and may get shot by Mossad? I don't know if I was supposed to tell you that, but it doesn't matter. Ziva! Ziva! You can't do this! ZIVA!

-McGee

p.s. Reply as soon as you get this so I know you're still alive.

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Tony and Ziva smiled as they walked as closely as they could to each other down the narrow ship hallways.

"Just like old times…just like old times." Tony said as some shipmates saluted him and smiled.

"Good work, Agent Afloat." Tony almost gaped. They had been complete bastards to him while he was an Agent Afloat…maybe they were just happy that he was leaving.

Ziva gave a small laugh from his side, and he almost forgot that the woman that had been swelling his heart, consuming it over the last four months was standing next to him, "You seemed to be well liked. Are you sure you want to come back home?" Home. Ziva referred to DC as home, not Israel. This, to Tony, was definitely a good sign.

"Trust me," He responded, "This is just an act."

"Your act or theirs?"

"Theirs. They hated me while I was agent afloat. Thought I was going to shoot them."

"Really? I would be more worried that they would shoot you." Tony gave a sarcastic laugh as some men ran by, playing football.

"Watch out!" He said, grabbing on her arm and pulling her towards him, so that she didn't get run over as the shipmate caught the ball and fell down onto the ground before breaking out in a fit of laughter. They both stared down at the man, and then realized the position they were in. Ziva slowly turned her head to look at Tony, who was holding her hands in his, which were being brought to his chest, and she could feel his hot breath against her face. Her heart sped up as Tony quickly let go of her, knowing that he shouldn't be doing that.

"Come on, I gotta pack up. Get to go home." He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. He was surprised she didn't push him away. Instead, she just smiled and, it felt like to him, that she leaned into him. Again, another smile. Once they made it to his cabin, he swung open the door and immediately left Ziva's side. They both stared at each other as they realized that they missed having the other next to their side. He moved over to the closet and unlocked it before throwing out his black suitcase, the top flipping open as it squeaked onto his bed. He started shoving the clothes that were on the floor into the bag, not even bothering to neatly fold them as he shoved them in.

"Zi, you mind grabbing my toiletries…or whatever you girls call it in the drawer? And grab whatever else is in there out?"

"Sure." She said, opening up the top drawer and chucking him a small bag as well as a blue towel.

"Thanks." He smiled as he turned away and continued to pack up his things. She opened up another drawer and pulled out postcards from Abby, all sent to him during his time as an Agent Afloat. She put them on top of his desk, as well as a couple of pens and pencils, accompanied with several blank sheets of paper and a stack of un-used USS Seahawk postcards. She closed that drawer and opened up the bottom one, pulling out a glass with a hint of whiskey at the bottom and a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

"Tony…" She said, furrowing her eyebrows together in confusion as she showed him her two newly found items.

"Oh…well that's not all of it. That would last me maybe two days."

"Tony!" She scolded, "It is a wonder you are not dead!" She felt her heart race. She had done this to him. Jenny's death had done this to him… "Where is the rest?" She asked, fear evident in her voice. He sighed and looked down, but did not say anything, "Where is the rest?" She demanded.

"In the closet." He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands, "Zi, please."

"Tony…" She gasped as she opened up the door and witnessed the boxes upon boxes upon boxes of empty liquor bottles. She turned around and could feel the tears well up in her eyes. Life must have been complete hell for him…drinking like that? Everyday…one bottle would last him maybe two days? Was he serious? She flung her arms around him, squeezing him tightly and burying her face into his brown jacket, not wanting him to see her cry, "You could have called…you could have talked to me, Tony. You did not have to do that…"

"It helped, Ziva." He said, patting her back as he pulled her closer to him, "It's my fault Jenny's dead."

"Tony, stop it!" She demanded, but her face never left his shoulder, "It was not your fault. She was dying anyways."

Gibbs walked into the NCIS cabin and stopped short when he caught a sight of his two agents, embracing each other tightly.

"Tony…" She muttered, "You did not have to do that."

"Ziva…please."

Gibbs looked around the cabin and noticed the suitcase on Tony's bed that was half-packed as well as the postcards that were on his desk and the empty whiskey bottles in the closet. He also noticed the bikini pictures of Ziva that were on his wall. He gave a half-smile and removed one, the tack ripping off and hitting the floor, clanking away as the two agents broke away from each other and turned to look at Gibbs with a surprised look on their faces.

"Uh…boss…I can explain."

"About the pictures or why you were hugging your partner?"

"Uh…about both…see boss Ziva and I…"

"DiNozzo." Gibbs stopped him.

"Yeah boss?""Don't wanna know. Rule twelve, remember?" And with that he smirked, "We're leaving in fifteen. Be up there."

"On it, boss! Sorry, boss." He sighed and turned to Ziva, "Help me pack up, okay?" Gibbs left as she nodded her head.

"Yes…you have postcards on your desk."

He picked them up and shoved them in the suitcase as he quickly removed the pictures of Ziva from the bulletin board and put them in his suitcase.

"I have been meaning to ask you about those…Tony." Ziva smiled.

"What about 'em?"

"Where did you get them…and why did you need them?" She asked, approaching him and getting close to him.

"You know why I needed them." He muttered.

"Tony? I heard the news! I can't believe you're actually leaving! Well, I mean, that's good for you…but…" Chet stopped as he reached to give Tony a hug, when his eyes went to Ziva's.

"Hello." She said, her accent thick, "I am Ziva David, Tony's NCIS partner." She smiled at him, extending her hand. His eyes were bug-eyed, and he took her hand, smiling like an idiot as he shook it.

"So you're the famous Ziva David. Nice to finally meet you. Tony wouldn't shut up about you and how you have that-""Chet!" Tony cut off, anger seething in his words, "Shut. Up."

"Sorry man." Ziva raised an eyebrow at Tony, who tried to escape her gaze, "Well have fun in DC, will ya?" He gave him a light, manly hug, before patting him on the back, "I'll miss ya. You made this ship interesting. You and all your stories about Zi…I mean…NCIS."

"You can go Chet. Bye, man."

"Yeah. See you later." he turned around, "Ziva. Nice to meet you too. Keep Tony in line, will you?"

"I will." She smiled, and, as soon as Chet left the room, she crossed her arms and turned to her partner, "Excuse me, Tony, what was that all about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Chip…or whatever his name was. You talked about me?"

"His name's Chet, Ziva, and shut up. Help me pack the bags, we only have six minutes left till we're supposed to be up there with Gibbs.

There was no way he was going to let her know that every conversation started, ended, and consisted of nothing but her….and how much he missed her.

That, however, had all changed now. Except, Tony had a feeling that, while they were in the quarters, Ziva had found someone else to replace their special 'last night' in Israel. And the more that he was around her, the stronger the feeling was. There was something off in the way she had hugged him. Tense? Very. Her body was so tense, he felt that if he squeezed her too hard, she would break in half. There was just something in her eyes that was off. Maybe they weren't brown enough, maybe they weren't big enough…he didn't know, but there was something different. This feeling, he had felt before, and that was what scared him. He felt the same way when Jeanne left him, and he wasn't going to let Ziva slip through is fingers.

Ziva was not another Jeanne.

He wasn't going to allow it to be.

Even with Gibbs and his damned rule book.

Besides, rules were just guidelines…right?

THE END