I have read at least a dozen fan-fics where Ziva breaks down. I am tired of reading those, so I have decided to write one where Ziva does not break down, where Ziva does not take medicine, where Ziva is completely and totally over Somalia. So, without further ado, may I present Sunshine and Parks.

It was a rare sunny day in D.C., one of those rare days that happen to be in the 50's in the middle of January that gives you hope, and then dashes those hopes when snow comes. They had just come back from Paris, and the weather was nice enough that Tony decided to educate Ziva further on American traditions by taking her to get a hotdog from the park, something he couldn't believe she hadn't tried. As they walked towards the park, they talked casually, enjoying the sunshine. As soon as they got there, the conversation changed. "So explain to me how you cannot have tried a hot dog."

Ziva looked at him like he had two heads, then replied, "Hot dogs are very greasy, and are usually not takeout. Also, I do not usually cook them when I have a chance to cook."

Tony shook his head sadly, and then said, "And now your education begins. We'll start with a Chicago hotdog, and go from there."

"How can we get a Chicago hotdog if we are in D.C.?"

"It's a type of hotdog. Look, here comes a vendor. Watch and learn from the master on how to order a hotdog."

As Tony ordered them both a Chicago hotdog, Ziva looked around at the yellow and green grass that covered the park and wondered aloud how it could be green in January. "Well Zee-vah, we had a very mild winter, so it is still pretty green. Now, here's your hotdog, come here and eat up."

As Ziva took a bite into her hotdog, she looked around, then exclaimed, "This is a very good hotdog!"

"You betcha, now eat the rest of it. Waste not, want not."

She finished it, then said, "You took me here for more than a hotdog, did you not?"

Tony looked at her, worry clear in his eyes. "I… I just want to make sure you're okay."

She smiled at him, a small smile given to children worrying needlessly. "I am fine Tony. No pills, no flashbacks, I can sleep well at night, I am over Somalia."

"Are you sure? No nightmares or monsters under the bed?"

She laughed, shaking her head at his imagination. "Perfectly fine. At this point, I am the best I have ever been."

He smiled with relief, then said, "So, you not going to go Hannibal on me?"

She looked at him questioningly, and he said, "You have never ever heard of Hannibal Lecter? Ziva, Ziva, Ziva, we must work on your movie education."
She smiled at this, not a ghost of a smile, not a small smile, but a real smile, one of those smiles that just takes your breath away. She shook her head, then said, "You never change, do you Tony?"

He smiled, grabbed the camera that had hung around his neck and said, "Smile!"

Snap.