Disclaimer: Not mine. I know. Cuz things would be a lot different if they were. :D
Ziva sighed and tugged her luggage down from the overhead compartment. This was definitely the worst part of the flight; the 13 hour flight was nothing compared to the 30-45 minutes it would take her to get off the plane, go through customs, pick up her checked luggage, and finally leave the airport. But as exhausted as she was, she was also extraordinarily excited to be back home, back in D.C. where her true family lived and where she was valued for more than her skill as an assassin.
Following an interminable wait, Ziva stepped out into the hot afternoon air and was immediately assaulted by an excited Goth. As Abby squeezed the air out of her, Ziva grinned. She was so happy to be back, and the forensic scientist's enthusiasm was contagious; with Abby to amuse her until that evening, Ziva thought she might be able to stay awake until a decent hour and avoid jet lag altogether.
Abby pushed the luggage cart to her car-- ahem, hearse-- babbling excitedly the whole way about everything Ziva had missed in the months she had been back with Mossad. Unable to get a word in edgewise, Ziva just smiled and contented herself with listening to her friends disjointed summary.