Screams. She heard them in her nightmares. Blood. She saw it everywhere she turned. Death. She felt it…almost everywhere she stood.
When she was with him, she felt so safe, innocent. Like nothing she did in the past mattered. But it did. In the end, everything matters. Of course, she changed her life, turned it into something good. But her past will come back to bite her in the ass eventually. It always does. But she is not going to worry about that right now.
For the moment she is content. She has a team that loves her like family, an unknown world she has made home, and a man that she loves. As dysfunctional as they all were, they were a family. She would never ask for anything more. She didn't even know what she did to deserve any one of them, but there was no way in hell she was going to question fate's journey. Her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar pair of arms wrapped themselves around her from behind.
"You don't need any of that," Tony nodded towards the opened bottles of makeup she didn't realize was out right before burying his face in her neck. "You're beautiful without it." Ziva smiled before erupting in giggles and squirming when Tony started to nip at her neck and tickle her.
Yeah, she was definitely not going to question fate's journey. This is where it brought her, and who was she to argue with that.