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~*TIVA*~
Tony found himself pondering the idea of home, it wasn't like he had anything else to do stuck on a twelve hour flight. He was sat comfortably in first class and was impressed by the movie selection but tiredness had won his attention and his mind wandered as he attempted to fall asleep. Home was a strange concept, what made somewhere home? Was it somewhere you grew up? Somewhere that your family lived? Somewhere you had lived for many years? He definitely felt like DC was his home, he'd lived there for almost twenty years, did Ziva feel like DC was her home? The destination of the flight was the prompt for these thoughts swirling around his mind….Tel Aviv. He had few happy memories of the Israeli capital, he wondered if Ziva's happy memories of the city caused her to think of it has home?
He looked over at Ziva who had also reclined her seat into the laying position and was happily fast asleep. She really could sleep anywhere, he thought to himself as he rested his head back down against the too scratchy pillow.
Only eight more hours to go.
It was the heat that hit him first as they stepped off the plane and onto the jet bridge. He'd tried to tell her that going to Israel in late July was a bad idea but she'd insisted that it had to be now, there were no other options. As they stepped from the jet bridge and into the heavily air conditioned building the blast of cold caused his skin to come out in goose pimples.
"Shalom, passports please." The male immigration agent asked gruffly as Tony and Ziva stepped up to the counter. Tony would never admit it to anymore but he was still beyond intimidated but he looked over at Ziva who appeared as cool as a cucumber.
Travelling on her American passport still felt strange for Ziva, and standing before immigration in the country of her birth, that she had called home for 23 years, was also something she was yet to become accustomed to.
Tony passed both of their passports to the official, watching as the man looked from the passports, to his computer, to their faces and back again several times.
"Wait here a moment please." The spoke in smooth deep Hebrew as he stood from his chair and walked away from the counter and through a secure door that stood across from the counters.
Tony immediately became alarmed, how had that man known Ziva spoke Hebrew and where had he gone?
"Ziva…have you upset Israel lately?" Tony asked, half joking to try and ease his anxiety and half asking a serious question. He was quietly terrified that they were about to be ambushed from behind the armoured door.
She frowned, it wasn't possible that she had upset anyone recently. She hadn't been in Israel or anywhere near since the death of her father three years previously. Before she had time to think about it anymore the man returned, taking his seat at the counter and handing back the passports to Tony.
"Welcome to Israel, enjoy your stay." He spoke again in Hebrew, almost smirking as Ziva snatched the passports from his hand and shoved them into her backpack. She grabbed Tony's hand firmly as they continued on their journey away from immigration and towards baggage claim. It was hard for Tony to keep up with Ziva's brisk walk and he found himself almost jogging beside her to match her pace.
"Uh, Ziva…want to explain what just happened?" Tony had picked up a fair amount of Hebrew in the years that he had known Ziva but not enough to navigate him through the strange encounter they had just had with the gruff looking immigration official.
He could tell Ziva's ninja senses were tingling and he knew from experience that usually the right thing to do in these situations was to listen to her and follow her lead. He could feel the anxiety seeping out of her body.
"Mossad." Ziva whispered, not keen for anyone around them to hear what she was saying. Ziva looked over her shoulder as they stepped out onto the street with their bags, in search of their rental car.
"Mossad?" Tony asked, as he continued to jog beside her along the terminal sidewalk towards the rental parking lot.
It didn't take Ziva long to locate the car they had rented. It was small, she insisted that smaller cars were easier to travel the streets of Tel Aviv in and were much easier to blend into the traffic than a large SUV. Tony had asked if there was an upgrade that would afford them bulletproof glass, to this Ziva had simply rolled her eyes.
"Yes Mossad. They wanted me to know that they knew we were here." Ziva put her foot down hard on the gas as they pulled out of the parking lot and into the streets, swerving in and out of traffic. The streets of Tel Aviv were wide but bendy in places and Ziva's driving gave even those with the strongest stomachs motion sickness.
Tony looked out of the window and at the scenes that were flashing past them. For all the times he had found himself in Israel, he had never actually explored much of it. He took an opportunity to admire how the sun reflected off the stone buildings and how the tall palm trees moved gently in the breeze, it really was a beautiful country. He felt a moment of sadness come over him as he wishes they could explore the country leisurely, there was so much he had never had the chance to see. His peaceful thoughts were broken by Ziva making a sharp right turn and stopping suddenly at the gate of a large housing complex. Ziva quickly punched in the security code and the large metal gates began to open in front of them. Stepped firmly down on the gas again, Ziva sped their car through the complex of large detached home and palm trees and pulled up to another set of gates that stood in front of a large house that was alone at the end of the street.
Tony admired the house as Ziva waited for the gates to open, it was a detached three storey home built in the white stone he had seen as they'd driven through Tel Aviv. The garden around the home was filled with lush green trees and shrubs and beautifully coloured tropical flowers. The car pulled through the gate and once she was very sure no one had followed them in, Ziva got out of the car and stretched.
Tony admired the house from up close as they walked from the car towards the doorway. The garden wrapped around the whole house and he could see a swimming pool to the left of the house that was just asking to be jumped in to take away the oppression of the hot desert summer.
"Shoshana? Are you here?" Ziva called in gentle Hebrew as she entered the house.
Tony was excited to meet Shoshana, he had heard much about her from Ziva over the years but had never had the pleasure of meeting her. Shoshana was an older lady who had worked for the David family since Tali had been born. She had come from an ultra-orthodox family and had lived in Jerusalem. She had married a well-respected Rabbi when she was seventeen and they'd had four beautiful children, three sons and a daughter. Shoshana often told Ziva about them; Zvi, Avram, Chaim and Ruchami. The family had been driving in a taxi on their way back from visiting family when there had been a terrible accident, Shoshana had been the only survivor. She had explained to Ziva once that after that had happened, after she had lost everything, she had questioned everything she had grown up believing and couldn't bear to be in Jerusalem, walking and driving the streets where it had happened, any longer. Shoshana had been only twenty six when she had lost everything, packed up all her belongings and moved to Tel Aviv to start a new life. Despite her crisis of faith, she had never given up the traditions that made her who she was. She continued to meticulously cover her hair, wore only modest clothing and respected the rule of Shabbat. After four years of working as a cleaner for many businesses across Tel Aviv, Shoshana had applied for a job advertised by Eli David as a nanny and housekeeper. It was a job she had continued to fulfil to this very day.
"Zivaleh? Is that you?" Shoshana came bustling into the large hallway to find Tony and Ziva stood side by side with their suitcases around them. Tony smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around Ziva as best she could, she was only five foot 2 after all. She looked just as Tony had imagined, her face was kind and warm. She was dressed modestly in a long navy skirt and black tights with a light grey long sleeved summer sweatshirt. Tony imagined her hair would be grey under the blue and silver mitpachat.
The embrace they shared was similar to that you would expect between a mother and a daughter, which was unsurprising given that Shoshana had all but raised Ziva and Tali while their parents had been busy working and fulfilling the social requirements of the higher ranks of Mossad.
"Shoshana, this is Tony. Tony, Shoshana." It occurred to Ziva as she introduced the pair that Shoshana was really the only family that she had left, her Aunt Nettie had passed away two years ago and she hadn't heard from her uncle since she'd been a child. It didn't matter that they were not blood related, Shoshana had been there for all of her childhood memories and had been more of a mother than her own at times.
"Tony, what an honor it is to finally meet you and to have you here." Shoshana took Tony's hands in hers and gave him a warm loving smile. "Come, I have prepared you lunch. You must be needing the energy after such a long journey." She spoke, her joy obvious through her heavily accented English.
The large kitchen was laden with a mixture of delicious dishes. There was fresh olives, Israeli salad, homemade falafel, pita and hummus along with an array of fresh fruit. Tony felt his waistband tightening just looking at all of the delicious foods on offer. They are in relative quiet, only the sound of quiet conversation broke the comfortable relaxed silences.
Before they knew it hours had passed and the sun had set over the horizon. The temperatures had fallen to a much more comfortable level and the humidity had calmed.
"Zivaleh, I am going off to bed, I have much to do tomorrow and I must start early. I hope you sleep well, I have put fresh linens on the bed in your room." She pressed a light kiss to Ziva's forehead and tapped her cheek gently before she turned and strolled away from the living room where they had been sat enjoying the sunset.
"We should go to bed also Tony, it is getting late." Ziva took Tony by the hand as they made their way to the large marble staircase that was the centerpiece of the grand hallway.
He couldn't believe the interior of the house; he'd known it would be grand but he hadn't been expecting it to be quite so ornate. Many of the rooms were trimmed with marble and the fixtures and fittings were modern. The bedroom which had been Ziva's as a child had been redecorated in a modern pale grey and contained the most comfortable looking super king bed. The room was at the back of the house which looked out unobscured over the Mediterranean Sea. The adjoining en-suit bathroom had a large double steam shower which Tony was very much looking forward to using.
Ziva closed the door behind them and locked it firmly, mostly out of habit but also out of not wanting to be accidentally disturbed. A sly smile spread across her face as she turned back towards Tony, this was a smile that Tony knew well. Tony turned and looked back out over the ocean, smiling also as Ziva wrapped her arms wound his waist and kissed his shoulder.
"Oh…Hi Ziva." Tony chuckled, turning around and wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling his face into her neck.
"I am suddenly feeling not so tired." Ziva whispered seductively, smiling up at Tony with bright happy eyes. Tony had seen this Ziva many times, in fact he thought that flirty Ziva might be one of his favorite sides of her personality. She was, after all, a very beautiful woman.
"Mmm, I really like that thought, but…uh…what about Shoshana?" Tony was acutely aware of the older lady sleeping in the house and was acutely aware that Ziva was often oblivious to people around them when they were completely lost in each other and the idea of Shoshana hearing that did not fill him with joy.
"She will not hear, she has a private annex built onto the side of the other side of the house. There is no internal door…like what do you call that in America? A row house, yes? She will not hear." Ziva's words of reassurance were spoken between frenzied kisses that she was placing on Tony's lips, face and neck.
Ziva had always enjoyed sex, a trait of her personality that Tony had also taken a lot of enjoyment from. All throughout their relationship they had had a very healthy sex life, but recently things had really intensified. Three weeks ago Tony and Ziva had found out that Ziva was pregnant, they'd discussed having children but had never really made any firm plans, and so when Ziva had sensed that something wasn't right it had taken them both by surprise when they doctor had said that Ziva's blood test showed that she was pregnant. The doctor had confirmed that Ziva was six weeks pregnant and had been surprised that she had not experienced any morning sickness, just some dizziness and anaemia. Tony wondered to himself why they hadn't done this pregnancy thing sooner, if the result was that Ziva would be extra sensitive in all the right places.
Ziva made quick work of the buttons on Tony's shirt, along with the zipper on his pants, and before they knew it he was stood in just his boxers. He began to lift the oversized sweater from her body, revealing the red lacy bra that she knew was one of Tony's favorites. Conveniently, Ziva had worn yoga pants that Tony was able to make quick work of removing, pushing them down her tanned toned legs before they fell together onto the large comfortable bed.
Tony unclasped Ziva's bra gently as they fell and discarded it onto the floor, immediately taking one of Ziva's soft nipples into his mouth. Ziva reached into Tony's boxers but soon became frustrated by the restriction of the fabric. Sensing her annoyance, Tony paused his actions to remove his boxers and discard them onto the floor.
"No foreplay, they'll be time for that later. I'm tired and I want you." Ziva whispered, she was well aware that they didn't need foreplay to be ready for the main event.
"Don't have to tell me twice." Tony winked at her as she spoke, placing a single kiss to the smooth skin just below where the hem of her panties had been. "Top or bottom?" He asked, Ziva pulled him down to her as she thought about her answer for a fraction of a second.
"Bottom…for now." She replied. It took barely a second for Tony to align himself just right and find their rhythm. They had a deep connection which meant that sex had always been incredible, they'd managed to get to know each other so well that it often lasted for an hour or more. It was something that neither had ever experienced with anyone else.
This had been one of those times, an hour later both fell exhausted onto the cold sheets of the bed trying to catch their breath.
"Pregnancy sex is amazing." Ziva chuckled as she reached for the bottom of the bed to pull the sheet up and over them, turning of her side and resting her head against Tony's shoulder.
"No kidding." He replied, wrapping his arms around her and falling into a peaceful sleep.
~*TIVA*~
Tony woke with his body wrapped tightly around Ziva's. He loved waking up with her every day and he especially loved when that waking up happened naked. His hand began to gently run over Ziva's body, running down and resting on her toned tummy which was set to show any signs of pregnancy. He'd worried about that at first, that she didn't look any different at all on the outside, but the doctor had reassured him that women with strong abdominal muscles often did not show much during pregnancy at all and reassured them not to be alarmed if in fact her bump remained very small even at the end of the pregnancy.
"Tony?" Ziva spoke, as she began to awake. She was slightly confused about where she was but it didn't take her long to realise they were at her father's house in Israel.
"Morning, shall we go and see what Shoshana has made us for breakfast?" He could think of little else except for how hungry he was.
"No…I need to talk to you first, I don't want to be here in Israel long Tony. Once my father's apartment is sold I want us to go home, but I want to take Shoshana home with us. I can't leave her here Tony." Ziva had been thinking about this for some time, even before they had found out she was pregnant.
Shoshana was very important to her and she was the only family that she had left. There was no love lost between Eli David and those who still worked within Mossad who had been hoping his replacement would be Illan Bodnar. Almost everyone that had known Eli had known that Shoshana had worked for the family and if Ziva wasn't safe in Israel, then neither was she.
"If that's what you want then that's what we'll do." Tony reassured, pressing a loving kiss to Ziva's lips.
"That's good, because I have already filled out the visa paperwork. She will work for us as a housekeeper and as a nanny once the baby arrives. She will live with us and we will take care of her. I have been gathering intel for several months and I spoke with a contact at Homeland, Shoshana isn't safe here. Once we get to DC; she can apply for a special visa, my contact assures me that there are cases just like hers that have been approved. She will have no problems obtaining permanent residence." Ziva had clearly thought about this a lot in the last few months, something Tony had been completely unaware of.
Tony knew who Ziva's contact was at Homeland; she was a friend of Ziva's that she had met at synagogue, a lawyer, who had specialized in immigration before joining Homeland.
"Okay, put the work visa forms in today. I'll book her a flight home with us as soon we we're ready to go. Have you discussed this with her? There is always a chance she'll say no Ziva." Tony loved the idea of bringing Shoshana back to DC with them, for Ziva to have family that had known her in childhood and that had known her sister and mother but he was fearful of Ziva's reaction if she declined the office of a new home in America.
"Not recently, I will ask again after breakfast." With that, Ziva got out of bed and made her way into the bathroom to shower.
Tony took a moment to contemplate his life in that moment. When he'd pulled Ziva out of the desert all those years ago he'd never imagined they would be together, let alone having a baby together. She'd feared that, after everything she had been through that summer, she would never be able to have a baby and so the pregnancy had been a welcome gift. She'd been even more surprised that the doctor hadn't felt the pregnancy to be anything other than normal. Tony had all but given up hope on having children, he would never admit it to Ziva but he had privately shed a tear or two of joy when she had shared the news with him.
Ziva came out of the bathroom in comfortable yoga pants and a floaty yellow top that accented her tanned olive skin. When they were both finally showered and dressed and ready to eat, they descended down the stairs and into the large kitchen dining area. The large double doors were open, the warm breeze moving through the room. There was a large patio outside the doors with a smart wooden table that had been covered with delicious looking breakfast items, both Israeli and American.
"Shalom my Ziva." Shoshana kissed Ziva's forehead as the couple approached the outside table. "Boker Tov Tony." She greeted with a bright smile. "Sit, I have breakfast all ready for you."
They sat down to the feast of delicious foods; fresh fruits, yogurt, Israeli honey, granola, bagels, cream cheese and even steaming hot shakshouka.
"Shoshana, may I speak with you while we clear away the dishes?" Ziva asked in Hebrew.
"Of course, Tateleh." She replied, picking up a few empty dishes and heading towards the kitchen.
Ziva took a deep breath, she wasn't sure why she was so nervous. She almost felt like a child telling her mother that she had done something bad, but there was only hope in what she had to say.
"Shoshana, I was wondering whether you would consider coming to America to live with Tony and I? I fear for your safety here, all alone in this house with so many of my father's enemy's close by. Uh…I also need your help, I no longer have my mother to turn to for support. Tony and I, we are having a baby and you are the closest thing I have to a mother." Ziva had invested all her hopes in Shoshana saying yes, she didn't really have a backup plan. All of her plans hinged on Shoshana being willing to move to the US and live with them to help care for the baby.
Shoshana put the dishes down slowly and moved to stand in front of Ziva, taking both her cheeks in her hands and squeezing them excitedly.
"Mazel Tov Tateleh, this wonderful news! Is my being there with you really what you both want? I will not be an intrusion or a burden. Is it even possible?" Shoshana missed Ziva terribly but she wasn't sure if moving across the country was what they both wanted, or something Ziva had asked on a whim because she was afraid of the changes becoming a mother would bring.
"It is possible and it is what we want. Neither Tony nor I have mothers who are still with us, we would love to have you safe and there with us. I have already completed the form, all you need to do is sign them here, here and here." Ziva pointed to the spaces on the form that she had marked with an 'X' showing where signatures were required. Shoshana picked up the pen without hesitation and signed her name on the line, leaving no question about where she wanted to be.
Ziva left out a sign of relief; watching Shoshana sign the forms and guarantee her safety in the US was like a weight off her shoulders. They would need all the help they could get when the baby was born, neither had much experience of motherhood having both lost their mothers at such young ages.
All Ziva needed to do now was get them out of Israel unharmed.
~*TIVA*~
Ziva was dressed smartly as she stepped into the blissfully air conditioned office building of her Tel Aviv based lawyer. Today she planned to close the sale of her father's Tel Aviv apartment, which had been used for a number of years as a Mossad safe house, and a small apartment that had belonged to her grandparents in the Golan Heights town of Katzrin. She had never intended to hold on to either of these properties after her father passed away; she did not have emotional attachments to either, holding onto them would have meant maintaining them. She had however, decided to hold onto the farmhouse in the olive groves of Be'er Sheva and the large Tel Aviv home in which they had been staying. She had leased the farmhouse to a happy young family who had been thrilled to find a rural property that would afford their children space to play and be free. The Tel Aviv house would be leased to a high flying career couple who had recently moved to Israel from New York City. The profits from these properties, she had decided, would be deposited directly into a savings account that she and Tony could keep for whatever they needed.
"Shalom Ms. David. Please, come into my office. The purchase of both properties have been finalized today and the paperwork is here for you to sign." Ziva was relieved to hear this news. A quick turnaround on the sale meant that they could soon be safely home in DC.
"I would like to know the final combined sale price of the properties." Ziva commented, keen to know how much money she would be opening the savings account with when she returned to DC. She had left all of the negotiations to her trusted lawyer, she really had not wanted to get involved.
"Both sales closed with a combined total of 5.2 million shekels." The lawyer confirmed with heavily accented Hebrew. Mr Stein, the lawyer, had managed all of the legal needs of the David family for his forty year career. Despite her suspicion of lawyers, Mr Stein was someone she knew that she could trust.
Ziva did the math quickly in her head; with current exchange rants and accounting for deduction of taxes and fees, Ziva estimated that that would leave around a million dollars to lock safely away in savings and to give a large donation to a refugee charity she knew of in DC. She had yet to decide if she was going to tell Tony just how much money would be in the account, she had debated for both sides of the argument in her mind for as long as she had been planning to sell the properties. They didn't keep secrets from each other, that was why their relationship worked, and it was for this reason that Ziva knew she would probably end up sharing the secret with Tony in the end.
Ziva signed the papers as soon as they were pushed towards her across the mahogany desk, she hadn't realized just how keen she was to sever all but the essential remaining ties to Israel. She had employed a property manager to organize collection and payment of rent and maintenance, which meant that they could leave Israel and she could all but forget about her past life. A line in the sand, she had heard people refer to it as.
"Thank you for everything you have done for my family Mr Stein, your hard work and dedication will be rewarded. I hope your retirement is enjoyable." Mr Stein had shared with Ziva that the processing of the property sales would be his last task before his long awaited retirement, the fees he would be earning from the sale going a long way to building a peaceful and relaxing winter of his life.
With a parting handshake Ziva collected her things and walked out of the office, a lightness coming over her as her heels clicked on the marble floor. Tony was waiting for her in the lobby, reading an English language newspaper and periodically checking his phone.
"Let's go home." Tony could easily read between the lines of the comment.
Home…America…DC
They stepped out of the cool building and out into the cloying air of the busy Tel Aviv street. Ziva had parked their rental just five blocks away and so they set about walking towards the car.
They'd walked no further than a block and a half when the screech of tires caused Tony to turn and look behind them. What happened next was a blur of shouting, dust and the sound of metal being crushed against stone. Milliseconds after Tony had turned his head and yelled Ziva's name a large black SUV had mounted the sidewalk and smashed into the building just inches from where they had been stood. Tony had grabbed hold of Ziva's arm as soon as his brain had computed what was happening, he'd pulled her tightly towards him as they both went crashing down onto the burning hot sidewalk.
It was the sound of the SUVs horn blasting constantly and the sound of people yelling around them that broke Tony from his daze. As the dust settled he took in the chaos that had fallen around them.
"Ziva? Ziva? Are you okay?" He asked anxiously, shaking Ziva who had remained curled tightly into his arms.
"I'm fine…I'm fine. What just happened?" She asked, confused about how they could have gone from walking one minutes to on the floor covered in debris the next. Her first thought was car bomb, it was something she had experienced before but as she untangles herself from Tony and the debris that was around them, she realized what had actually happened. She looked around the scene that had unfolded before her; this wasn't good, this was definitely no accident. The occupants of the car had fled but their actions had been precise. There had been no damage to any other car on the street and no injuries to any of the other people who had been walking the busy street.
She knew exactly what this was, she believed that she could even go as far as saying she knew who had been behind it.
"We must go, we have to leave tonight. All of us." She pulled herself up off the floor, dusting off her clothes and beginning to step over the bits of mangled metal.
Tony was shocked; shocked that this had happened and shocked that Ziva clearly didn't think it had been an accident.
"Wait, Ziva…you're bleeding!" Tony lifted his hand to a gash over Ziva's eyebrow, a slow trickle of blood had begun to run down her face. Ziva lifted her hand to her head and looked at the blood as she pulled it away. She hadn't even felt the cut on her head but it didn't matter now, she just needed to get them out of here.
"It is fine, just a scratch. I'm fine, we are fine but we really need to get out of here Tony." Ziva could hear the police sirens in the distance and her anxiety increasing, the last thing they needed was to be questioned by the police.
They almost ran the three blocks to the car and Ziva had driven back to the house with a desperate urgency that Tony had not seen in her for many years.
"What the hell was that Ziva?" Tony asked, once they were finally back in the relative safety of the gated compound and the David family home.
Ziva let out a heavy sigh and headed straight for the ground floor bathroom. She examined the cut to her eye, almost certainly caused by glass that had flown when the SUV had ploughed into the stone building.
"Mossad." Ziva needed no other words, Mossad had happened and now they needed to leave.
"Shoshana! Please pack up all of your things, we must leave this evening." Ziva yelled in hebrew into the house as she exited the bathroom. Shoshana came rushing into the large open hallway, asking anxiously what had happened and whether they were okay.
Ziva had reassured her as best she could, telling her only that things had changed and that they needed to leave sooner than planned. Shoshana had been worried about Ziva's baby, but Ziva had easily reassured her that everything was fine. She had not fallen onto her stomach, had not been hit with anything and was not in any pain. Once she was satisfied that both Tony and Ziva were well, Shoshana had rushed off to her small annex to pack up her belongings, grateful that she had had the foresight to begin doing this as soon as Ziva had suggested that she return to the US with them.
Five hours later, Ziva finally let out a large sign of relief. They'd manage to pack up all of Shoshana's belongings, less just two pieces of furniture that she was attached to and that would need to be shipped to the US at a later date. Now, safely in their first class seats on an El Al flight to New York Ziva felt that she could finally relax. She had done it, she had got them all out safely.
Shoshana was a mix of nervous and excited energy. She had never travelled out of Israel before and she had definitely never been on a plane. She was undeniably excited to be travelling to live with Tony and Ziva but she was also afraid of leaving behind a life that she had known, to leave the graves of her adoring husband and much loved children. Ziva didn't underestimate how difficult this would be for her and had promised her that they would create a memorial to Shoshana's family in the large yard of their home in DC so that she could feel close to them there. The home that Tony and Ziva had purchased the year before was a beautifully decorated three storey brownstone in Georgetown. Tony and Ziva occupied the third floor with a large master bedroom and a bathroom and the remaining three bedrooms were on the floor below. One would belong to Shoshana and Ziva had assured her she could decorate it however she liked.
"Zivaleh, will there be a shul that I can attend in America?" She asked nervously, looking across the aisle to Ziva who was smiling at her warmly. Ziva reached across the aisle and took Shoshana's hand in hers.
"There will be many for you to choose from. There are kosher delis and supermarkets for you to shop at, Israeli restaurants that we can eat in and even a Hebrew bookstore. You will feel at home in no time, I promise you this." Ziva spoke softly.
They were going home and everything would be okay now that they were all together.
~*TIVA*~
I had planned to make this just a oneshot story but would anyone be interested in further chapters? If you would like to read more let me know and I will write more.
Thank you for reading.