The rhythmic music filled the crowded theater. The ten other girls in the troop stood backstage and watched as Tali David preformed her solo. She moved to the music with near perfect grace. All too soon the music stopped and the other girls rejoined her on the stage. The audience struggled to keep attention on the other girls. It wasn't that they were horrible dancers but Tali's grace was rare, even in the thousands of of dollars for a cheap ticket shows preformed in the world's major cities. It was hard to believe she was just fifteen. It was even harder to believe that after this show was over. Instead of going out with her friends. She would be going to the cemetery to tell her Abba all about her big recital. The music stopped and the dancers were called to take their bow. Tali was given a chance to bow all on her own, having been the soloist. After her bow, Tali got off the stage and joined her family in the audience. Her Aunt Delilah was in the back of the room in the handicapped section but she would see her in the other room for refreshments. She first hugged her Uncle Timmy and cousins Penny and Johanna. She then hugged her Grandpa Gibbs, Grandma Charlotte, cousins Tammy, Jasper, Lara, and Parker. Her next hugs went to her Aunt Emily, Uncle, cousin, brother Tobias, Uncle Mack, cousins Teddy and Taylor. She kissed Emily's swollen stomach, her newest cousin Tristan/Tara Mae would be born any day now. Her Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Breena, Cousins Tori, Eddie, Evie, Juan, Zara were next in line. She was surprised to see that Delilah had rolled herself down through the crowd, her youngest cousin Sterling cheering as she rolled. She embraced Delilah and Sterling. Before moving on to her nuclear family. Her mom Ziva, Step-Dad Adrian, younger brother TJ, step-sister Cora, step-brother Aiden, and half siblings two year old twins Rivkah and Grayson.

"Oh Tateleh! You were wonderful!" Ziva cried.

"You are amazing." Adrian replied.

"Great job sis." TJ added.

"Absolutely amazing! I wish I could dance!" Cora cried.

"It was pretty nice, I guess." Aiden replied, he was ten and always trying to be cool.

"You pretty!" Rivkah cried.

"Dance good!" Grayson added.

"Thank you guys, it was amazing. I can't believe I got the solo." Tali replied.

"Well you earned it. Your Abba would be so proud." Ziva replied, wiping away a tear.

While her former family was watching Tali dance away at her recital. Elanor Bishop was rotting away in a federal prison. The past fifteen years had taken it's toll. Her hair was now gray and frayed, her skin ashen and pale, her eyes sunken with a permanent dark ring, she had more than doubled her weight. Her friends and family would never recognize her, if anybody ever cared to visit. She barely recognized herself in the rare moments where she looked in the mirror. Ducky had died from complications associated with dementia a mere six months after she was sent away. His last visit was three weeks before his death and he was her last visitor. She was allowed to attend Ducky's funeral but with the exception of a a hospital stay for double pneumonia, that was her last time out of the joint. She would be getting out soon but not for the reasons she had hoped. Her last physical had showed that she had breast cancer. She would be released on compassion leave. There would be no chemo or radiation. What was the point? If she beat the cancer she'd be sent back. At least the cancer would finally free her from both her literal and metaphorical prisons.

"Are you ready to go, Miss. Bishop? The guard asked, opening her cell.

"More than you know." Bishop replied, darkly.

In a cruel twist of irony, Anthony Dimitri Scuito-DiNozzo was buried only three rows and two graves away from his brother. Dimitri had been bounced around between the less than reputable members of the DiNozzo family. Before ending up in foster care at seven. The boy rarely lasted in a home longer than a week. Not because he was some damaged and unwanted boy, discarded to the universe like a piece of garbage. He took after his parents and was an insufferable brat. He was prone to violent temper tantrums and harassing any females he came into contact with. He came to his last foster home just a month after his tenth birthday. This was a particularly patient and accepting family and he was with them for a month. It was a cold and rainy night when he murdered his loving foster family. All because his little brother would not give him the remote. In his worst tantrum yet, he yanked a shelf off the wall, knocked his parents and foster siblings unconscious, nailed the doors and windows shut, poured gasoline around the house and yard and lit his home on fire. He was sentenced to life in prison but attacked the judge and was shot by police in the court room. Not a soul missed the young DiNozzo. Unlike his brother who was still and would forever be mourned.

Adrian had taken Cora and Aiden to Walmart to get rewards to celebrate that both had managed to make honor-roll in the second semester. Jethro and Tobias had taken the twins for the night. Allowing for Ziva, Tali, and TJ to have privacy at Tony's grave. TJ and Ziva hung back while Tali first approached the grave. She had taken the most beautiful flower from her bouquet and placed it on his headstone. Tali was only two when her father died but she remembered every detail of what time they had together. At seven years old she was diagnosed with a condition known as Hyperthymesia. The simple explanation, she remembered everything. Sometimes she hated her condition but times like this. When she wanted to see her father's face. It was the greatest gift she could imagine. She looked back at her family. TJ had wandered off to pay respects to his third grade teacher who had been killed in a car accident the year before, but Ziva had remained at her side. Her Ima had aged but was still as beautiful as when she was a small girl. Her hair was graying and her skin was wrinkled but still amazing. Her eyes were a bright as ever. They had returned to their former brightness when the twins were born and her new family was complete. Tali looked just like her mother but had her Abba's eyes and smile, TJ was a dead ringer for his father. In appearance and spirit; tall and athletic, tough yet loving. While she could perfectly remember his face at the time of his death. She yearned to know what he would look like now. If he would have gone gray or white, or if he would have went bald. If he would have put on weight and ended up getting glasses. Adrian was two years younger than her Abba had been. His hair was graying and he had put on a couple of pounds since he married Ziva five years prior. He wore horn rimmed glasses and the standard dad sweater and jeans combo. He was a huge dork but she loved him. Not as much as her Abba but she loved him. She wondered who her Abba would be now and she wished that he'd had a better end. Reaching out her hand she stroked the cool granite and felt the chiseled black letters and numbers. She loved her step-dad, step-siblings, and half siblings, but still she wished that her Abba was alive. She wished that he could see her now, that he could have reunited her fractured family. She hated Abby and Bishop for kidnapping her and trying to rob her family. She hated DiNozzo Senior for trying to kill her Ima and TJ. She had never met them but she hated them. Still she saw the pain in her family's eyes and wished that they had not been fractured. They had made peace with Ducky at the end but the rest had remained distanced and despised. For that reason she yearned for things to be different. By this point tears were falling onto the dark gray stone.

"I love you Abba, thank you for giving me life. We are all doing well. Gibbs still cries for you and so does Ima. I miss you but I am glad that you are free." Tali whispered.

FIN

A/N: Well that's it. Peace has finally been made with Tony's death, Bishop is unhappy but has no regrets for her actions, Anthony DiNozzo III was nothing but bad news and met a just end, Tali is a great kid, and Ziva found joy again. As did everybody else. I really could not think of a better way to end things. Thanks to all who read, followed, favorited, and reviewed. Please drop one final review on your way out.