Sooo...Last chapter. How does it feel? You guys should be special because I wrote this instead of studying for my final. So when I fail, its on your heads. But anyway, yeah last chapter. Long time getting here right? Not quite sure how I feel about it yet... But why don't you read it and then tell me what you think! Yeah that sounds like a good plan!

Gibbs stood and pointed to a now agitated Crispin exiting the elevator. Gibbs stood waiting for an answer with a grim look on his face. What the three agents didn't know was that he wasn't angry someone hit the Brit, he was angry because he had to ride up in the elevator with him complaining about how much pain he was in. Gibbs debated shooting him so he would know what it's actually like to be in pain. He thought better of it, he liked his job at NCIS. Tony nodded and tossed a wayward look at McGee who stood like a deer in the headlights. Ziva, who had yet to hear of what McGee had done, waited for what was coming next. She leaned forward, eager to hear what was going to happen. She, like Gibbs, had assumed Tony (or Abby) had hit Crispin.

"DiNozzo?"

"Uh yeah boss, well you see-"

"It was me, boss," Three sets of eyes looked surprised at McGee. Ziva and Gibbs were shocked that McGee would be capable of doing such a thing and Tony was surprised that he actually spoke up for himself.

"You, you did that?" Gibbs pointed at Crispin who had pieces of gauze shoved up his nose.

"Yeah..."

"Nice job, McGee," it was McGee's turn to be surprised now. "Go home. Everyone." Tony didn't need to be told twice, he already had his backpack on his back and was striding towards Ziva's desk. He helped her out of her seat and gave her support as she hobbled her way towards the elevator. Crispin followed with a death glare pointed at anyone...and everyone. The doors closed in time for Tony to watch McGee go flying to the door that led to the stairs. Tony smirked which was followed by a confused look by Ziva. He mouthed that he would explain to her later.

The ride to Tony's apartment was silent apart from the occasional groan from Crispin. As soon as they made it inside, Tony set about to make it comfortable for Ziva. Crispin had made his way to the bathroom to examine the damage McGee had done.

"Tony I'm fine, really I just need ice." Ziva tried to explain to Tony who was busy propping her leg up on a pillow.

"Ziva, if you're going to argue I'm going to have to use advanced means of making you cooperate." He said as he sat down on the coffee table across from her on the couch.

"And that would be?" she asked with a grin.

"I'm a very special agent, I'll think of something," he said with a wink. "Since going out to dinner seems to be out of the question, do you wanna order out?"

"Mmm, that would be nice, what do you have in mind Tony?"

"I was thinking Chinese..."

"That sounds delicious," she said with a smile as he stood to go find the phone book and then go make an order. Ziva sighed contently as she watched Tony disappear down the hallway. Crispin strode back into the room.

"I heard Tony was ordering Chinese food,"

"Yes, that's correct. Would you like something specific?" she asked.

"Hmm, maybe I'll think on it, I'm going to go get some fresh air." Ziva watched him leave the apartment. Moments later Tony walked back into the room.

"I put our order in for six, where uh where is Crispin?"

"He just went out to get 'fresh air' whatever that means," Ziva said with air quotes. Tony nodded and moved to his wall of movies.

"Ever seen The Producers?" Ziva shook her head and Tony pulled it from the wall and placed it in the DVD player. Tony took his place on the seat next to Ziva. He wasn't really happy about the distance between him and Ziva. He debated moving closer but that just brought him to thinking. Where were he and Ziva? Were they a couple? Were they dating? Yes, they had kissed in the elevator, but was that just an 'in the moment' thing? He wasn't sure. He looked over at Ziva who had become absorbed in watching Zero masterfully seduce elderly woman in the movie. Tony casually draped an arm across the back of the couch. Gradually he leaned closer to her. She didn't seem to notice so he continued.

"Tony." Her voice shocked him and he jumped slightly. "If you wanted to move closer you could have just asked," she turned to look at him with a shy smile that he had grown to love over the past few days. He moved closer and leaned toward her. Ziva looked into his eyes then gradually traced down his face to watch his lips. Tony couldn't resist anymore, he brought his lips down to reach hers. Ziva eagerly responded. Her fingers tangled in his sandy colored hair. The arm that was draped over the couch now wrapped around her shoulders and brought her closer to him. They separated only when the need for air became apparent. The two burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer.

"Ziva,"

"Yes?"

"Will you, uh, go out with me?"

"I'll have to think about it," she said with a devilish grin as she turned back to the film leaving a wide-mouthed Tony gaping at her.

"Fine," he said with a smirk as he started to scoot away.

"Yes, of course," she said as she grabbed his arm and pulled her back towards her. She nestled her head on his chest as he pulled her closer to watch the had seen the movie multiple times before so wasn't really concerned with watching the movie.

"Why is he so protective of his blanket?" Tony looked up from his staring to watch Gene Wilder go into a panic attack. A part you usually laughed his ass off during, however tonight he had more important things to attend to.

"Because he's a nervous wreck," Ziva nodded, though clearly still didn't understand. She cuddled back into his shoulder and Tony wrapped a protective arm around her. Tony enjoyed having her this close to him. They were about halfway through the movie when Tony heard a few knocks on his door. He checked his watch, 5:48 P.M. He separated himself from Ziva and opened it the door. Crispin grinned back. He was leading a beautiful blonde and a gorgeous brunette on each arm.

"Crispin?"

"Oh hey Tony,"

"What the hell?" Tony squared off his shoulders so he blocked most of the view Ziva had from the couch.

"Me and the girls were wondering if you wanted to join us this evening?"

"No! What the hell Crispin? Have you been drinking all ready? No I don't want to go out with you, who are these woman? And I'm with Ziva why would even consider this!"

"Well, you know I told Sandy here that I had a cousin who was in law enforcement and she loves a man in uniform!" The girls let out irritating giggles and Tony felt himself cringe.

"Well I'm not sure what he's told you but I have a girlfriend, sorry. Crispin can I have a word with you in private?" Tony pulled his cousin into the hall away from the giggling bimbos.

"What the hell Crispin?"

"I thought you might like to get a little action." He said with a wink.

"I'm with Ziva!"

"Yeah, right. Cuz, she's smokin' but it's not like you're getting any!"

"Don't you dare talk about her that way!" Tony felt his blood start to boil.

"What, don't tell me you're actually serious about her! YOU! Hah! You were the biggest player out of all of us!"

"I'm not like that anymore. Yeah, I'm serious about her. Hell, I love her! Okay? Happy now? Now get them out of my apartment!" Tony pointed to the scantily clad woman standing just out of his apartment.

"Fine. But you're missing out, Tony." Tony shook his head and walked back to the door. Ziva had gotten up and was standing near the door. "Come on ladies, he's apparently got better things to be doing." The women looked at Ziva condescendingly. Crispin walked by Tony and sneered something in his face. Ziva couldn't make out what he said but it obviously pissed Tony off. Tony did something he had wanted to do all week. Tony stepped forward, and punched Crispin. Crispin reeled back from the blow. Tony turned, walked back into his apartment, picked up Crispin's bag and threw it at him.

"Get out." Crispin regained his footing and stared at his luggage now sitting at his feet. "Now." Tony's voice was dangerously low. Ziva stepped forward and took hold of his arm for moral support. Tony's jaw was clamped shut and she could see the vein in his forehead pulsing.

"Uh, excuse me am I interrupting something?" Everyone's attention was drawn to the Chinese delivery man, his arms laden with delicious smelling cuisine.

"No he was just leaving," Tony said, his voice void of all emotion.

"How much do we owe you?" Ziva asked, speaking for the first time since Crispin arrived.

"35 dollars and 65 cents," Ziva rummaged through her pockets and pulled out two twenty dollar bills.

"Keep the change." She took the large brown paper bag from him. She gave a tug on Tony's arm as he continued his staring contest with the now bleeding Crispin. Tony shut the door and leaned heavily against it before sliding down and resting his arms on his knees. Ziva placed the Chinese on the counter before coming to squat in front of him and place her hands on his knees.

"I...I'm sorry Ziva. I'm so sorry." Tony felt his eyes start to well up but he didn't care.

"For what Tony?" Tony looked at her and felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Ziva, I gotta tell you something," he looked at her hopefully. She nodded and he continued. He closed his eyes. "Ziva, you're way more than my partner, and my friend and hell, I guess now I could call you my girlfriend." He heard her snicker but kept his eyes closed. "And I think you're amazing, and beautiful and smart and funny and adorable and I don't want to mess this up because, well. Ziva, I love you." Tony felt more pressure on his knees a moment before he felt her lips on his. He placed a hand on the back of her head and wove it into her thick hair.

"Too cheesy?" He asked her when they separated.

"Just cheesy enough." Tony watched her shift weight off of her ankle. He went to stand but as he did so he also took her up in his arms. Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck and started to play with the short hair on the back of his neck. She looked into his bright green eyes. Among the things there she saw hope, warmth but most of all she saw love.

"Tony?"

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

Soooo...Uh yeah. Thats the end. Whatcha think? Corny ending? Yeah...I know. Soo umm this wasn't what I originally planned for my story but I think it ended all right...right? Please, please, please, please review. I got a few more ideas that I'm tinkering with right now but I probably won't have anything new till after the summer. SO AGAIN: PLEASE REVIEW. It's been great guys really has, peace out! :P