I borrowed a line from Season 5, Episode 8. Even though I twisted it somewhat, I just had to end it this way.

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The next few days were hard on both Tony and Ziva. Being separated from your soulmate by hundreds of miles of Atlantic Ocean was difficult, Tony thought. Then having to attend the funeral of your fallen partner who was killed by your soulmate's brother, who was killed by his sister who is your soulmate and is replacing your fallen partner after she attends the funeral of her brother whom she shot to save the life of a stranger who is to be her boss… They were one messed up group of people. Even saying it like that barely made sense.

The flight back to DC was better than the one leaving the city. Abby's jazz tune after the funeral had lifted everyone's spirits a little. He had spoken to Ziva the previous night, though it was three pm in Israel, and she was flying back the next day. They had shared a laugh when he jokingly asked whether she wanted to have phone sex. They had spoken on the phone for almost two hours and they never ran out of conversation. She had basically made him hang up in order for him to get enough sleep to catch their early flight back. And he couldn't wait for hers to land. They had agreed for him to pick her up at the airport and she would stay with him until she had found an apartment of her own and her things had been shipped from Israel. What she didn't know, was that he planned to keep her at his place as long as he could and then convince her to just move in with him as they were headed in that direction anyway.

He was very excited to have her back in the country – not to mention in his arms – and constantly had to stop himself from smiling on the plane. He did not want to risk anyone asking him why he was looking so deliriously happy. He planned to tell them about Ziva later when they have all settled in back at home.

Sitting in her seat on the plane that will take her back to America, NCIS and her Tony, Ziva contemplated everything the past few weeks had brought her. Just two months ago, she was a Mossad Officer who lived from assignment to assignment. She killed people when ordered to and did so without a second thought. So much had changed now. She had so much more to live for now. She had her new job as an investigator of murders, rather than committing them. She looked forward to becoming an American citizen. And most of all, she had an incredible soulmate to whom she vowed to spend the rest of her life with, even if she had not told him that in so many words. But she was sure he knew. And if he did not, she would tell him. And she would tell him again.

She was a bit apprehensive of her new co-workers, though. She did now know if they would accept her as part of the team and as Tony's soulmate. She already had Gibbs's approval, but his was not the only one that counted. She thought back on the few days she spent with them and how Abby had basically hated her from the beginning. She could only hope that the Goth could be won over.

Then her thoughts turned to Ari. His funeral had been difficult. She had wept next to his grave and she had so wished for Tony to be there for her. It was very hard for her to see her own brother's coffin lowered into the ground knowing she was the one who had out him there. But she came through it nevertheless, focusing on packing her possessions and having them shipped to her new land.

When the plane started it's descent into Washington, she felt her insides begin to tingle with the knowledge that in just a few minutes she would be reunited with Tony. She was quivering with excitement at seeing him again, feeling his arms wrap around her and his lips covering hers.

Stepping off the aircraft, she cleared customs and collected her bags. Then she walked those endless hallways which were to take her to her new beginning.

Tony waited anxiously at the gate, checking the arrivals every few seconds, only to every single time be assured that her flight was on schedule. When it was finally announced that incoming flight from Tel Aviv had landed, he jumped out of the seat he had forced himself to sit in to stop his endless pacing and stood as close to the gate as he could, hoping to be able to catch a glimpse of her sooner. The minutes passed by as if he could hear a giant clock ticking away each second.

Then finally, finally, he saw her. She was wearing a green top and her hair was loose and curly, framing her beautiful face. Not being able to help himself, he called out to her as he waved his hands frantically in the air to catch her attention.

As soon as she heard his voice, she looked up and her eyes sought him out. Of course he was the crazy man jumping around with his arms in the air. She laughed out loud as she all but dropped her baggage and ran to him.

"Tony!" she cried as soon as she was close enough to crash into him and throw her arms around his neck. They held each other tightly, both glad beyond belief that they were where they belonged again, together. Other passengers watched their interaction and couldn't help but smile at the obvious joy they shared.

Eventually pulling back, but not letting go of each other, Tony stared into Ziva's eyes.

"I'm so glad you're back," he stated as he cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. They smiled into each other's mouths, content to be reconnected again. They kept the kiss light out of respect to the surrounding people, but neither hesitated to pour all their feelings into it. "I never want to be away from you for that long ever again," was the first words he said to her after he eventually pulled away.

"Neither do I, Tony."

They were silent as they just looked at each other for a while.

"I still can't believe I found you. My soulmate," he said.

She became curious then. "Before all this, did you ever think about soulmates?"

A mischievous expression came across his face. "They were on Decker, right? Sort of a disco thing? Sing a few bars, I'll get it."

She laughed. The joker, like always.

But she would not have him any other way.

That's it! It is over. Over. Done. Finished.

I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, followed and favourited. Special thanks to trixie111 and Adelina-Elise.

I am very sad to see this come to an end as I have enjoyed it immensely. I am seriously considering writing a sequel, but I would very much like to hear from you if you want one, so for the first time ever: PLEASE REVIEW.

There will be an epilogue, probably for the M-rating of the story, but I shall tell you at the end of it if there will be a sequel. I look forward to hearing from you!