A thunderstorm rumbled and rained inside his heart when she stayed in Israel. He sat in the back of that plane with his arm in a sling, and he spent the entire ride home staring at the ceiling. All he could think was that she had left them, and it was his fault, all his fault, and he was never going to see her again.
A tornado ripped through him and left him in pieces when he learned she was assumed dead. As soon as those words left Gibbs' mouth-There were no survivors- his heart dropped into his stomach, and everything disappeared until it was just him and his grief. The glimmer of hope he had that they might be able to find her disappeared, and he was left in the dark, wondering what to do next.
Storm clouds parted and the sun came out when Saleem pulled the black bag off the hostage's head and he found himself staring at her. She was here, and alive, and not dead like they had thought. And even though their chances of escaping the terrorist camp were slim, he felt his spirits lifted, and he felt alive.
The rainbow came when he and McGee saw her coming toward them, carrying a potted plant. She smiled and put the plant on her desk, and then she started working as if she had never left. He sat down across from her, and suddenly, every piece of his heart was intact. All the pain of the past few months had healed; they were together again.
They had survived the storm.