AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
PAIRING: Anthony DiNozzo/Ziva David
SUMMARY: One thing few people would say about DiNozzo is that he is sensible. But when it comes to something important he can be
WORD COUNT: 500
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
There were many words that could be used to describe Tony; not all of them complimentary - in fact sometimes Tony thought there were more non-complimentary ways of describing him than complimentary ones. And if he thought that well . . . However, one term not even his closest friends would use was 'sensible'.
Tony saw no point in being sensible, maybe in another thirty years time when he was old (well older) he might, possibly become a little more sensible, although not if he took after his dad, but while he was still in his prime what was the point? No for Tony life was about having fun, playing tricks on people, teasing his coworkers, winding Gibbs up, messing around, enjoying himself, playing the fool - pretty much anything that didn't involve being sensible.
At least that's what he felt until one day.
"I am pregnant."
Tony just stared at Ziva. "But we -"
"Take precautions. Yes, Tony, I am aware of that. However, nothing apart from abstinence is one hundred percent safe. You may ask Ducky if you do not believe me."
"Er, no thanks." Tony looked at the woman he loved, even though he'd never told her. "Well, I guess we'd better get married."
Ziva stared at him and shook her head; her face showed a mixture of anger and hurt. Hastily Tony replayed what he'd said. He caught her hand as she started to walk away. "Ziva, that's not what I -"
"I do not even know if I intend to keep the baby." Ziva shook herself free and strode away from him.
Tony stared after her. "Well," he said once she'd vanished around the corner, "you handled that well, didn't you, DiNozzo?"
For the rest of the day he tried to catch her eye, but she pointedly ignored him. Every time he tried to speak to her she either walked away from him or began to talk to McGee or picked up the phone. It was a very long afternoon and they were all stuck in the squad room completing long overdue paperwork.
LATER THAT NIGHT
"What do you want, Tony?" Ziva looked pale as she opened the door.
"To talk to you."
"I do not -" She fell silent as Tony backed her into her apartment.
"Marry me, Ziva," he said, pulling out a small box. "No," he held up his hand. "I'm not asking you just because you're pregnant. I love you. I know I've never told you, but I do."
"What if I said I do not want to keep the baby?"
Tony took her hand. "Ziva David, I want to marry you. If you're not ready to be a mother, that's fine. But I'm not going to lose you. So will you marry me?"
She put her hand over her mouth and fled. He followed her into the bathroom and held back her hair as she was sick. "Is that a yes?" he asked, wiping her face with a cool face cloth.
She stared at him. "Yes, Tony," she said and smiled.