DAD, MEET ZIVA
Tony asks Ziva a question.
An established relationship story.
Written: January 2009. Word count: 300.
He didn't buy her diamonds because diamonds were too common, and she was one of a kind.
Instead he chose a ruby, because red was the color that suited her well. Red was the symbol of life, strength and vitality; all things he associated with her. And to set it off, he had it surrounded by tiny white pearls; the ring itself was white gold. The finished ring was beautiful; not too large, nor too small - just like her.
He knew proposing to her might mean that one, or both, of them would have to leave Gibbs's team, but the prospect no longer bothered him. Gibbs was his boss; his, at one point, surrogate father; his, he hoped, friend; but that was all. She was the woman he loved; the woman he wanted to spend his life with; the women, he hoped, would bear his children.
He arrived at her apartment with a bouquet of red and white roses in his hand. As he waited for her to open the door, he took the small box and tucked in among the blooms.
She saw the box and looked at him, her gaze asking a question. He opened it, took out the ring and said simply, "Ziva David, will you marry me?"
She smiled; a gentle, small smile. "Yes," she said, holding out her left hand. "Yes, Anthony DiNozzo, I will marry you."
Later they lay in her bed, loosely entwined in one another's arms.
"We'll go to New York next weekend. I want you to meet my dad," he said.
She frowned at him. "But I have already met your father."
He shook his head. "No," he said, lifting her left hand. "You haven't."
His father opened the door of his home. "Dad," Tony said, taking Ziva's hand. "Meet Ziva."
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