(Three weeks later)

It was amazing how someone could rebuild their life in under a month. How someone could go from being a shivering mess on a ballistics lab floor to being the most feared NCIS probationary agent.

The new Ziva David walked confidently into the bullpen. She smiled at McGee, nodded at Tony, glanced at Gibbs and settled down at her computer to start typing up her witness report. When she had finished, Ziva logged onto her e-mail and found that she had one marked important. Curious, she opened it and found that she wanted to cry when she had finished reading.

Dear Miss David.

We have processed everywhere in the Somali camp in which you were held. We received your request and we have carried out an extensive search of the camp, especially the room you directed us to. Unfortunately, our search for the necklace you described yielded nothing yet we did find a necklace. It was a gold Star of David pendant but it was in a dreadful state. It was secured to a wall and had obviously been smashed, burnt and it had S.U. carved into the side. We finally managed to find out it was you because it had 'for Ziva' carved into it as well which was fortunately still visible. We can mail it back to you if you would like. If not, could you please contact the available number at the top of this page,

Yours faithfully

David Henderson

Search team co-ordinator

"Excuse me," Ziva muttered as she bolted from the bullpen.

Tony looked up from typing as did McGee and Gibbs. They all shared a confused glance over the bullpen. Tony stood up, sheafs of paper flying everywhere.

"Boss?" His eyes asked the question that he couldn't.

"Go." Gibbs waved his hand in permission and saw his senior field agent run off to try and catch up with Ziva. Gibbs looked back down at his report, so as to mask the emotions running across his face. There was something going on with those two, there always had been. There was nothing he could do, clearly, so now was the time to sit back and watch the DiNozzo and David show unfold.

…..

Ziva splashed cold water over her face. It was stupid for her to be reacting like this, honestly. It wasn't as if she had expected the search team to find her necklace. When she had found out that they were conducting a search of the camp to see if there was a threat to national security, Ziva had contacted them and had asked if they would - during their search- keep their eyes peeled for her necklace. It had been two weeks since that e-mail and during that time nobody had contacted her, so she's assumed the necklace was lost to her forever.

Ziva had accepted that, come to terms with it. That wasn't what was making her upset right now. It was the fact that Saleem had damaged her necklace in the same way he'd damaged her. It was the fact that he had carved his initials on it to show the power he had over her. It was the way he had damaged something very dear to Ziva's heart.

Saleem ripped the necklace from her neck and held it up to the light. It shone clearly, illuminating the space around it. In that moment, she saw what beauty had been around her neck all these years, she saw what made Ziva the way she was.

Saleem threw the necklace to the floor and spat on it, grounding it into the dust with the toe of his boot. If Ziva did not have such pride, she would be crying by now. That necklace was given to her by her parents when she was born - when she was loved. She had worn it with pride around her neck for many years. Several suspects and fellow officers/agents had commented on it. That necklace was part of who she was. It was a reminder to be proud of who she was. The Mossad Officer Ziva David, an Israeli Jew. It was a reminder of her past, of happier times. It was quite extraordinary how that small star could possess so much. But now Saleem had taken it, just like he had taken her soul.

Ziva snapped out of her reverie when she hear the bathroom door creak open. Almost nobody came in here during the day because they all used the ones on the opposite side of the squad room. Looking to the door, she gasped when she saw Tony standing there, hands in his pockets, looking awfully pleased with himself that he had managed to sneak up on the great Ziva David.

"You know, sneaky people should really expect sneakiness." He said, pushing himself off the wall and coming closer to her.

"I am really not in the mood for your joking around, Tony. And in case you had not noticed, it says 'Women's bathroom' on the door." Ziva said, turning to get some paper towels from the dispenser.

"So you can come into the men's room whenever you like but I can't come in here. Now that's hardly fair." Tony started to get closer and Ziva automatically put distance between them. She did not like being cornered like this.

"That was different Tony because I had something to say, something to apologise about. In this case there is nothing to say and nothing to apologise about. There is just you poking your fingers where you shouldn't be." Ziva said angrily.

"It's nose Ziva, poking your nose where you shouldn't be. And I'm not. I'm concerned. You bolted out of there and after what you've been through…" Tony trailed off, seeing the look that was creeping into her expression. It was one part fear and two parts defence; like she had something to hide. Now Tony really was concerned .

"It is nothing Tony, you do not need to be concerned for me. It was just an e-mail." Ziva shook her head, feeling really embarrassed and wanting nothing more than for Tony to get the hell out of the women's bathroom.

"Must be one hell of an e-mail if you got that upset." Tony remarked, slowly coming closer to her. "Tell me."

"You will think I am stupid." Ziva shook her head.

"No, I won't. Just tell me. I bet it's not so bad," Tony said and then mentally head slapped himself for saying that. Of course it was bad. It was probably way worse.

"Fine." She snapped and then she clammed up. For a few seconds it looked like she wasn't going to tell him, then she opened her mouth.

"It was just my necklace, Tony. My star." Ziva shook her head. "When I heard there was going to be a search of the camp I… I e-mailed them and asked if - during their search- would they mind keeping their eyes grated for my necklace. I told them what room to look in and everything. I have not heard back from them in two weeks so I accepted that it was lost."

"And then?" Tony prompted, not bothering to correct her little mistake.

Ziva took a deep breath, "And then this morning, I received an e-mail back from the search team co-ordinator. They found my necklace Tony, but it was not in the same… uh, same condition." A tear made it's way down her cheek.

"How Ziva?" Tony inched forward.

Ziva got angry. "It does not matter Tony. It cannot matter. And do not dare tell me that you know how I am feeling because you do not. Unless you were held hostage in Somalia for four months. Unless you were held in a cell all day, unless you had your identity stolen. So you cannot dare tell me you know because you do not."

Another tear made it's way down her cheek, followed rapidly by others. Tony reached and used his thumb to gently brush them away. When she started to sob, he pulled her into him. It broke his heart to see her like this. He thought she was getting better, he had through that she was finally managing to put the past behind her. How could he have been so deluded?

"It was not that I minded so much about losing it. I mean I did but I had accepted it and I had moved on. No, that is not it. It is the fact that he made it his own. He took what belonged to me and made it his own. He carved S.U. on it, Tony!" Ziva managed to choke out before another round of tears dissolved her.

Tony held onto her, trying not to let her feel his murderous rage against that terrorist. How dare her take something so personal and turn it into some kind of charm? It made him sick to his stomach. He would kill for a chance to kill that man ten times over in the slowest, most inhumane way possible. Then he remembered what was in his pocket.

"Hey, Ziva. I'm not sure if you're going to want it now but you might as well have it," He said, somewhat awkwardly. Ziva pulled away from him to study his features. His face remained neutral and she decided that he wasn't having her on, that he genuinely had something for her.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

"See for yourself," Tony said and dug deep into his inner pocket. He pulled out a box. A blue, velvet box. He gave it to Ziva.

She looked at the box suspiciously and opened it. Ziva gasped. Inside was a delicate silver Star of David necklace. To replace the one she'd lost. "Tony…" She whispered, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"I noticed you came back without it and I know how much yours was important to you. I also know that this one's silver but I thought that it would be a change, a good one y'know? Like how your old one was given to you by your old family and now this one was given to you by your new family," Tony said, looking very awkward.

"This is beautiful Tony, but you should not have. Not after everything you have already done. I do not deserve it."

"No, Ziva. Don't start doing penance on me. You deserve to have something good and I knew you would like this. Besides, I haven't done that much, not really."

"Yes, you have," Ziva said, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "You have done more than you will ever know."

Sorry to say guys but this is the end. I hope i satisfied you with a little Tiva moment at the end there. if i didn't well... there's not much i can do because my beta reader and i both liked it soo... Please leave a review and watch out for my next story. I have already written a little bit of it but i can't decide if i want to put that on hold and write something a little different. Please tell me what you think. Bye

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