Rifiuto: Non Miriena

A/N: Time for a little family reunion...

Keavy took a deep breath. She'd been waiting years for this. It wouldn't be the first time she'd put a bullet in someone's skull, it was just the first time that she was willing to admit that she was actually going to enjoy doing it. She'd made sure beforehand, that Zipporah and Liam would be taken care of by one of the other agents who'd managed to filtrate the group undercover- taken out of the safe house on an "errand" with said agent, and once they were safely back in Dublin, the rest of the team would go in. She'd spent the last week or so going over the information the kids had gathered, asking their input and promising that they wouldn't be there when the raid took place.

But she'd also had a hard time keeping Ziva from stepping in to join. She understood that both wanted to help, but told them repeatedly that the way they could help was to be there for their children when the raid finally ended and everything came crashing down. Something told her that the kids would need their parents, and that the first thing they'd do would be cling to them and never let go.

She glanced at Mike Cross, who waited patiently for her signal. "You sure the kids won't be in there, Keaves?"

"Positive. They've got their-" She stopped, craning her neck to see. Evelyn Jackson, an agent stationed at the Rota office, slipped out of the building. She waited for Zipporah and Liam to follow, and then shut the door.

"You remember what he said? Go up the-"

"Damn her accent is bad." Mike winced. "Worse than yours." He jumped as she punched his shoulder. "Sorry, but it is."

"I know. Tried teachin' 'er yest'rday, bu'... some people jus' canna pick it up."

"I don't know. She has a pretty good Spanish accent-" But their conversation died as they watched the trio pass by the van they were behind. Evelyn cast a glance their way, and Zipporah glanced at them over their shoulder. The girl made a quick heart-symbol over her chest with her hands, the signal that Connelly was in the building, waiting for the shipment to arrive, and that the team had the okay to strike. Keavy nodded, running her index finger down the side of her face to her jaw, the Irish Sign Language symbol for green- the code she'd promised the girl she'd give to let her know she understood. Since Keavy's childhood best friend had been deaf, she'd learned the ISL quickly growing up, and finally could put it to good use. Once the trio were far enough away, she turned to Mike and then spoke into the headpiece she wore.

"All righ', let's go."


Zipporah looked up as the door to the police station opened. She, Liam and Evelyn were sitting in the Dublin station, waiting for word on the raid, though the girl could silently admit that she was hoping her parents would show and not the agents. Two hours had passed since they'd left the border with the north, and Zipporah was anxious to get home, to be with her parents and brother. This whole raid business had her freaked out beyond belief, and she didn't understand how her parents could have done things like that for so long- that they'd pretty much made careers out of it-

A bark interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up in time to see Jethro hobble into the station. He whimpered, tugging at the leash, and when her father released him from it, the animal rushed towards them. "Jet!" Zipporah dropped to her knees by the chair she'd been sitting in, wrapping her arms around the dog's neck when he plowed into her, all three legs of soft brown fur and wet doggie kisses.

"He insisted on coming along." Tim said, as Ziva went to Evelyn and gave her a hug.

"Toda." The agent returned the hug, rubbing her back. No one heard the door open as Evelyn explained the basic workings of the raid, but Jethro turned his head, whimpering.

"Jet? Jet, what is it?" A moment passed, before the dog wriggled out of Zipporah's grip and turned, skidding across the station floor, towards the person who'd been escorted into the station. "Jet, come back-" But she stopped, watching as the dog leapt onto the person, eagerly licking their face and barking excitedly. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she struggled to accept what she was seeing. There was no way-

The person laughed softly. "Hey, Jet. What happened, huh? How'd you lose your leg, huh, buddy?"

"Abba." She swallowed, turning back to her family. "A.. Asher... Ima..." Tim looked up, seeing the panic in his daughter's gaze. He pulled away from the others, moving out of the small waiting area and going towards his daughter.

"Wha's a'matter, swee-" But he stopped. He watched in silence as Jethro dashed around the person, tail wagging excitedly. The aging German Shepard was acting like a puppy again, barking and jumping and utterly excited to see-

"What are you two staring at? Tim?" Ziva came up behind her husband, and then slowly moved past him, unsure that she was seeing correctly. "L... Liron?" Her choked sob caused the boy to look up, and his green eyes sparked as he met his mother's gaze. A moment passed, before the boy flashed a quick smile, before making his way towards her.

"Shalom, Ima." Slowly, Ziva reached up, brushing her fingers over her son's cheek, before letting him wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her dark hair. She broke down, holding tight to her son. Behind her, Tim caught Cross and O'Reilly's eyes, and she shrugged, clearly telling him that they'd talk later. Somehow, amid her tears, Ziva had managed to choke out a never-ending stream of questions, and slowly, painfully, forced herself to pull away from her youngest son. He swallowed, glancing behind him. "Keavy and I... we... we've been living in Dublin." He reached behind him, and the younger girl took his hand. "We... we eloped, Ima. We... shouldn't have but..."

As Liron told his siblings and his mother about what had gone on in the last few months, Tim moved towards the exhausted agents. He gently nudged Cross in the ribs. "How'd it go?" Cross turned to him, not comprehending. He chuckled. "There's coffee. Garda said you can help yourselves." The other man nodded, heading that direction. Once he was gone, Tim turned to his new companion. "So?"

Keavy sighed, leaning back against the wall as she slowly removed her gear. "Connelly's dead. Put the bullet betwixt 'is eyes meself." Tim raised an eyebrow.

"Betwixt?" She rolled her eyes, shoving him gently. He'd explained their connection to Ziva that morning, how Fiona was connected to both, and how the two agents- one current, one former- were essentially god siblings, because Fiona was both O'Reilly's godmother and his. Ziva had just pressed a kiss to his cheek, saying that it would be nice to have someone besides Tali and Sarah to share in the typical McGee craziness- an obvious meaning that she was happy Tim still had at least some link to his deceased aunt.

"Sod off, Tim." He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall, facing her.

"How did you find Liron?" She sighed.

"I didn't. 'e found me." Tim nodded.

"I get it. Thank you, Keavy." She smiled softly at him.

"No' a problem. 'ope ye'd do th' same for me." The young man seemed to contemplate that for a moment.

"Eh... maybe, if I were desp'rate enough." He chuckled as she shoved him again. "Kiddin'... I said I was kiddin'!" He held up his hands. "You know I would." She beamed at him, before taking his face in her hands and pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. Ziva caught the action, and grinned, pressing a kiss to her youngest son's head. Tim met her gaze, finally seeing the beaming happiness in his wife's eyes- a happiness that had all but died with their family's self-imposed separation. But now that Liron was home...

He chuckled, realizing their family was complete once more.

Well, almost.