Author's Notes: Yay! Ziva's back safe! And I know that the Guardians of the light was a weird twist. They will be explained in this chapter, I promise. On another note, I cannot seem to get the song Clarity by Zedd out of my head. But it works out because if you listen to the song, it actually fuses really well with this story. I've had it in my head for the past two weeks now. So, it is responsible for a few of these posts. Including this one.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Reunion

Ziva was engulfed in an Abby hug the moment that she stepped off of the elevator. Ziva patted Abby on the back in response. She was too overwhelmed to do much more than that. Abby's hugs had a tendency to knock all of the oxygen right out of your lungs. So speaking was not an option.

Everyone took their turn hugging Ziva, and telling her that they were glad that she was safe. Apart from team Gibbs, Breena was there as well. Jimmy had told her what had happened. As Ziva's close friend, Breena wanted to be there when they brought Ziva back.

Once everyone had finished, the questions began. Everyone was curious about this Guardians of the Light business. No one really knew what they were up to. They were hoping that Ziva might be able to shed some light on it.

"They are not connected to any other terrorist organization," explained Ziva, slowly. "In fact, they do not consider themselves terrorists. More like, they are vigilantes. In their eyes, they are doing what is right."

"Sounds like a terrorist group to me," mumbled Gibbs. The others nodded in assent.

"They have gained a lot of support," stated Ziva, looking at the floor. "In Israel and Afghanistan, they are considered heroes."

"So, they just kidnap innocent people and demand ransoms," asked Abby, a little confused. "What a screwed up operation."

"It is," agreed Ziva. "But, obviously effective."

She was still staring at the ground. Ziva would not look at any of them. Especially Tony. She appeared to be avoiding his gaze in particular. However, Tony could not keep his eyes off of her. Something was bothering her. Tony was not sure what that something was, but he just knew.

"I am going to go home," declared Tony, walking over to Ziva. "Come with me?"

It was not a question, nor was it a command. He was simply hinting that if she wanted to get some peace, now would be the time to do so. Intuitive as always, Ziva got to her feet. After saying their goodbyes, Tony and Ziva went into the elevator. Fifteen minutes and a silent car ride later, they were home. Ziva instantly made her way to the bedroom. She closed the door behind her before Tony had taken off his coat. Tony followed her. Today's events were rather exciting, and not in a good way. He felt that she needed him to be there for her. Even if she did not want to talk.

"I'm here," Tony said.

Ziva, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, glanced up at him. Tears were pouring down her face. Tony sat down beside his wife. He wrapped his arms around Ziva and held her. He stroked the top of her head gently as she cried into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Ziva sobbed. "I just hate feeling vulnerable. I cannot stand feeling this way."

"It's alright," answered Tony, soothingly. "It's okay to be yourself with me. I am your husband. If you cannot be this way with me, who can you be this way with?"

"But I feel so weak." wailed Ziva.

"Everybody has their moments," responded Tony. He planted a kiss on top of her head. "Even the strongest person has their times of weakness."

Ziva raised her head. She smiled at Tony, who smiled back.

"I love you, Ziva DiNozzo," said Tony, hugging her close to him.

"And I love you too, Anthony DiNozzo," answered Ziva, squeezing him back.

The next morning, Tony woke up to find his bed empty. He could hear the sound of someone emptying the contents of their stomach. Frowning, Tony pushed the covers back. He walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Ziva, are you okay in there?" Tony asked, concerned about his wife.

"I am fine," Ziva answered weakly. "I am just not feeling well."

"Must be all of the stress," said Tony. "I'll make us some breakfast. Maybe having something to eat will help."

"Perhaps," was the reply.

Tony got to work in the kitchen. He made scrambled eggs, oatmeal, and toast. Ziva came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She looked very pale. Tony pulled out a chair for her and Ziva sat down. He fixed a plate of food for Ziva. He placed it in front of her. Tony prepared himself a plate. When he sat down, Ziva was already halfway through her plate. Tony gaped at her. Ziva liked to eat her meals slowly. Why all of a sudden did she scarf down her food? It was rather strange.

"That was delicious, Tony," complimented Ziva.

Tony was about to reply when Ziva put a hand over her mouth. Her eyes grew wide. She dashed towards the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her. Tony could hear her retching. He shook his head. What was going on?

Oh, I think that I know what is going on. And I am sure that you readers do too. Let me know what you think. =)