A/N: Not entirely sure I love this one. . . . Let me know?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS nor am I affiliated with Switchfoot.
THIS IS HOME by Switchfoot
I've got my memories/They're always inside of me/But I can't go back/Back to how it was/
I've seen too much/But I can't go back/Back to how it was
I've seen the enemy/And I won't go back
And I've got my heart set on what happens next
And now after all my searching/After all my questions/I'm gonna call it home
This is home/Now I'm finally where I belong/ Where I belong/Yeah this is home/I've been searching for a place of my own/Now I've found it/This is home
She can't go back and she realizes this. She can never return to how it was, before Michael, before Israel, before Somalia.
She has her memories, her nightmares, her regrets. She has seen the enemy, dark taunting eyes and cruel words on a foreign tongue. And a shadowed man in a big chair that made her call him father. She has seen too much in her twenty-eight years to forget, to pretend that nothing happened, to go back to what it was.
And after all this time, after all her searching, she has finally found the answer to her silent prayer.
And as he leans down, lips brushing her temple, she realizes that there is no going back. Welcome to the point of no return.
But why would she want to return? What would she return to?
She could finally see where she was at was where she was meant to be. She had finally found it, after all her searching, the answer.
Because her life was not over and she was never alone.
And she had found it now, in the safe confines of his arms.
This she decides to call home. . . . . Yeah, this is home.