What can I say? I knew our Ziva would come home. It's hard to keep up hope, when you're told a team member is dead, yet we never stopped believing that one day she would find her way home to her real family.
Looking at Ziva now, she's bashed up and hurt but still in one piece, which I couldn't be more thankful for. Being embraced by everyone in the team, she timidly smiles to every face in turn. Seeing the adoring smile light up Tony's face, glad she's alive and not dead like everyone else thought. Abby struggles to let go which I don't blame her for, she thought her sister was dead, and was about to give up the last strand of hope.
Ziva has repaired the destruction she had created when she had left; she's tying up loose ends. She's asking for forgiveness to everyone she meets. She keeps trying to tell me she's sorry, she can't bear the thought of her betrayal even though it wasn't her fault, she finds she must be the one to blame. I'm just glad that life has been gracious enough as to give me one daughter back and has returned a member to our small family.
This is the end to all the confusion, there is no more disorder though now we all realise that things will never go as we planned. There is never an end - only a new beginning - but that's life, and it will never change.
Tony is finally happy, no longer devastated, now Ziva's by his side. Abby is at her best, smiles and hugs all around. McGee no longer suffers in silence, he can now write again, he doesn't have to kill a character, like he'd be dropping dirt on Ziva's coffin. Ducky has started his stories, though we can't bear to her them all day long.
I always knew that they would bring our Ziva home, home to us, her real family.