So sorry for not updating sooner, but, if you still remember the storyline... Next chapter!

It was just as she remembered it. The orange walls, the huge glass windows, even the

receptionist, who recognised her immediately and gave her full guest privilages without a second glance. Even the elevators were the same, and, thankfully, they had one all to themselves. She clung to Tony's arm like a baby monkey as they reached the fourth floor. The Elevator dinged and the doors opened, and there was definately no turning back now. Because right in front of the elevator stood Gibbs. When he saw Ziva he almost dropped his coffee cup. She gazed up at him, "Hello Gibbs." And that was all she could say without crying, because as soon as he had paused at the elevator, the rest of the team (Including Abby, Ducky and palmer.) had come to see why. Right in front of her stood Abby, a look of sheer shock on her face. McGee, an expression similair to that of an owl. Palmer, a huge grin plastered on his face. Ducky, who looked like his jaw would fall off any second. And in the midst of all this stood a girl, about twenty-seven, twenty-eight with blonde hair and eyes the coluor of the sea. Around her waist was a gun holster and a badge. Ziva's replacement. Almost immediately, she was swamped with questionst. Were had she been? Why hadn't she replied to their messages? But the most common question was why. Why had she left? HOW could she leave? And it was all to much. She cowered into Tony as tears sprung to her eyes. Only once they began to fall down her cheeks and she started to sob did they finally shut up. "Now look what you have done!", Tony said, pulling her into his arms. "She came to us for help and you made her cry. You all know how much it takes to do that, and with everything going on in her life right now, she can't deal with all your questions at the moment. She has at least two highly-trained killers on her tail, and they've been there for months. When I picked her up at the airport, they chased us for half a mile before we finally lost them. She didn't want me to bring her here because she was afraid you would get hurt. She only asked me to help because it was too much for her to deal with on her own. So stop asking questions an start tracking down the guys that did THIS to her." Tony lifted the bottom of her shirt so they could see the scar that Ziva had shown Tony on the way back to his car. It was a large, deep stab wound that she had recieved only a few months before. She had just finished recovering before she left Israel, so the scar was still pink. Abby's face went from one of shock to one of pure sympathy. And she wasn't the only one who's expression changed. Everyone else looked either sympathetic or full of sheer determination. Everyone except the blonde, "I'm sorry if I sound rude," She said, stepping forward slightly. "But who exactly are you?" By now, Ziva had stopped crying enough that she could answer, "My name is Ziva David, former NCIS agent. I was the agent before you." The look on her face told her that she had not been expecting THAT answer. Tony guided Ziva out of the elevator and lead her to his desk. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. She instantly felt safer. Even safer than she had before she was being followed by assasins, which was saying something. Once the tears subsided, she noticed a few of her friends staring at her with humerous suspicion. It took her a while to realize why. For the past few hours, all she could think about was being close to Tony, but she hadn't thought about what the others would think. This realization was enough to make her smile. She lifted her head to whisper in Tony's ear; "Um... I think that the others are getting some pretty accurate ideas about what's going on between us. And they do not look surprized." She shifted her head back to where it was. Finally, someone took up the courage to ask. It was the blonde again, "Um, are you two, you know... Together? Because it sure looks like it." And that set them off. Tony and Ziva started laughing so hard that Ziva almost fell off his lap. In fits of giggles, they explained everyting. From all the way back in Israel last year, up until the kiss outside his car, and pretty soon, everyone was laughing. And as Tony held her in his lap, all he could think about was how good it felt to hear Ziva laugh again. After a whole lot of attention and repeating their stories several times, they could finally go home. well, Tony's home. As they walked through the door, Ziva was surprised to see that this, too, was exactly as she remembered it. Except the fish. Instead of just kate, the goldfish he had bought after his old partner died, there were two. she was pretty sure that the new one was named after her. She turned around to face him. He was by the phone, probably ordering a pizza. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist, her chin resting against his back. She smiled. This time yesterday she was running through the streets of Tel Aviv, sleeping under bridges to save her money and eating a 50 cent roll once every two or three days. Now, she was with the man that she loved, ordering a pizza and sleeping in an actual bed. She had left all of this to start a new life, when all the life that she needed was right here in front of her. There was no reason to leave again, and she was thankful for that. Tony hung up the phone and spun her around to face him. "You do still like meatlovers, don't you?" He asked her, his lips gently brushing hers. she smiled, "Yes, I do. But I like you more." As he kissed her again, he knew that was the closest thing to an I Love You that he would be getting for now. Ziva squealed as Tony picked her up, dropped her on the couch and kneeled over her. His lips crushed hers again and her will was melted in seconds. She would have jumped off a cliff if she was kissing him. Their fun was soon disturbed by a knock at the door. Tony stood up to get it, but she grabbed his arm. Her eyes were filled with fear. He instantly knew that the only way to ease her fear would be to let her come ,too. He helped her up off the couch and she clung to him as they headed towards the door. As the door swung open, they both let out a loud gust of air. It was just the pizza delivery guy. They paid for the food and shut the door behind them. "See," tony said, sitting down on the couch and pulled her down beside him, "Not everyone who knocks on that door is going to be an assasin." And he wrapped his arm around her waist and they ate in the peacful silence of the night.

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