A/N- Thank you to all my faithful readers. Sadly, in a Forever&Always manner of speaking, this is goodbye. Yes, I may have mentioned that I was planning to write a sequel, but I thought of what you are about to read and I just had to post it. Don't fear! I have other stories out but they are just one shots. Again thank you to all who read and review.
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING. NADA. ZILCH.
Eli David woke up in his office confused. Very confused. He last remembered Ziva and him with a gun. Something about some Italian and America… It all came back to him. The plan. Eli wasn't a
patient man and he sent out his security to find Ziva, but in his heart, he knew that she was back in America with her precious Tony. Now, he could just pretend that he had no daughter. After
all, it's not like he ever really did.
(Back in the good ol' USA)
"Welcome back Agent David. NCIS is glad to have you as a member of Team Gibbs." The crowd made up mostly of the NCIS agents who weren't on a coffee run burst into applause as Vance
presented Ziva with her brand new ID, Team Gibbs cheering the loudest of them all.
"Ziva! Let's go. Everyone decided that we're going to Gibbs place for what we like to call a dishal." Squealed the enthusiastic Goth. Ziva smiled and walked towards the elevator with Abby, knowing
that Tony and McGee were following closely behind and Gibbs would catch on and be there miraculously. It became decided that they would carpool to Gibbs house, and Ziva felt herself being
smushed into the car. With her luggage all around her, she had no choice to shove up close to Tony who was mindlessly playing with her loose brown ringlets. Abby and McGee sat upfront and
there constant chatter was tuned out to the couple in the back as no words were exchanged. They were just happy to be with each other again. Getting to Gibbs house didn't take long and the
gang soon found themselves relocated in Gibbs living room.
Surprising no one, Gibbs got there first despite the fact that he left a good forty five minutes after Abby made there plans.
"So Abby" asked Ziva, "now will you tell me what this dishal is?"
Tony let out a slow groan as Gibbs and McGee smirked in the background non-discreetly.
"Zeevah, why would you agree to a dishal? They always lead to someone being slapped or mortally embarrassed." Tony declared as Ziva scooted closer to him on the couch.
" I don't know what a dishal even is? Why does it lead to these things, Abby? Asked the Israeli, persistent to not seem clueless but failing.
"Well, a dishal is simple." Replied Abby. "The person who declares the dishal, that would be me, asks the disher, that would be you, a question and the disher answers. Easy. So Ziva, where have
you been and why AND what's with you and Tony." Ziva and Tony exchanged a quick glance and a few wordless gestures before grinning broadly.
"Okay so…"
A/N- Yes, I know I'm evil. Sorry but I had to end in a cliffhanger. It makes me feel devious. I'm not going to update again but if you're that kind of person who really needs to know, PM me and I'll send you my alternate ending. Chao
