See Where We Land {NCIS}

Azalea & The Suprise

"Yeah, nothings changed unfortunately." I lied, scrawling a signature on my Zoloft prescription, "I'm on my way to there now."

I ended the call with groan, despite being twenty two years of age, my dad still decided that he should check up on any of my psychiatrist appointments. I didn't like to discuss my med changes with him, it lead to unnecessary questions and awkward explanations, and the change back to Zoloft didn't need a discussion.

Tossing the paper bag on my back seat, I pulled out into the usual DC traffic, which allowed me to drink the some of the strawberry protein shake that had been sitting unappetisingly in the cup holder since I left the gym.

When I pulled up at the airbase, I spotted small groups of people milling around the runway gate, who've been waiting for much longer than twenty two hours to see their loved ones. Retrieving my phone, I realised I had missed some calls, including one from the medical centre to confirm my appointment next week. That was the last thing I needed to be thinking about. Nevertheless, I called them back up and asked if I could confirm my appointment later, that I needed time to process what I was told.

As I looked up, I realised that the plane had landed and all of its occupants had spilled onto the runway, specks of tan amongst civilian clothes.

Spinning around to locate Dex, I spotted him right behind me, crouching on one knee.

I felt tears building up behind my eyes, after four years civilian time, I wasn't expecting this, not in a million years.

"Azalea, I love you more than life itself, and I couldn't imagine anything worse than loosing you- I have once and it was the most painful year of my life- so I wondered if you would give me the honour of becoming my partner, my wife."

I nodded, not trusting my voice for such a monumental feat.

He rose to his feet, wiping away my tears with the pads of his thumbs before slipping the ring onto my finger. "Beautiful." He smiled, leaning down to kiss me.

"I love you." I told him, wrapping my hand around his, he tapped his thumb against the back of my hand in a imaginary tune. The entire journey home went past in a haze; I felt like I was floating, Dex was home, Dex was going to be my husband.

He pulled into my new home, a two bed house in Cherrydale, saving up whilst staying at my dads meant that I could push my budget a little further up. I struggled slightly with the keys, practically falling into the open plan living space, "you have the living room," I gestured into the room with only an L-shaped sofa and a TV hanging on the wall, cluttered by many boxes that had yet to be unpacked, or assembled, "and a space where I was going to put my books and music." Dexter nodded "then its all open plan through to the dining room and kitchen." My favourite feature of which was the bifold doors, "then upstairs you have two bedrooms, the master has an en-suite and there's also a family bathroom."

"It's amazing, how did you find it?"

"I had Abby find one, on the walkthrough she FaceTimed me, I picked the keys up this morning." I smiled at him, "so do you wanna share?"

"Really?" He questioned. My features fell at the tone of his voice. "I mean, of course, Az."

Wrapping my arms around his torso, I grinned up at him "great because it seems I'm really bad at IKEA flatpack." He nudged one of the parts which made up the Hemnes coffee table with his foot and rolled his eyes.

After deciding to go out for dinner this evening, to announce the good news, we broke out the tools needed to tackle the IKEA-fest happening in our home.

"It's a shame we didn't actually go to IKEA." Dexter called from the living room as I sorted out the coffee machine in the kitchen "that's a couple goal right there."