"Incoming! Michael! Duck!" She yelled over the heavy fire, in Hebrew. They were behind metal storage doors, their enemy, the man who was trying to infiltrate Mossad Headquarters on the other side, his men behind him, firing over and over again at the door. Ziva winced every time that bullet rebounded off of the door and shattered into sparks.

"I am trying! They will take me down! They will take us out if we get any closer!" He yelled, the nervousness evident in his voice. Ziva rolled her eyes. How he possibly became a Mossad agent, he couldn't quite understand.

"Michael," She argued, "We have already gotten this far. If you do not do this now." She said, as another bullet grazed Michael's shoulder, "We are trained assassins." She reiterated, "We can do this. This metal door is not going to hold out much longer."

He nodded as he spoke again, "At the count of three, we attack. One…two…three." Ziva jumped out from behind the door, into open aim of the shooters.

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Tony DiNozzo walked into the bullpen, throwing his backpack down on the ground and the slumping down in his chair at his desk. He hadn't gotten any sleep last night, his mind still thinking about how stupid he was for kissing Abby. He groaned and let his head drop to his desk. He didn't bother to shave, he didn't both to clean up, he just sat there at his desk, his head slumped over.

"Hey, you okay?" He looked up to see Agent Trace standing in front of him, "Tony, you all right?"

"Yeah, fine." He said before returning his head to its original position, "Where's McGee?"

"Observation."

"Shouldn't you be there with him?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Nope. Gibbs told me to stay right here. But Tim found the murderer today." She smiled and looked at Agent McGee's desk, "He's a great guy. Why do you make fun of him?"

"Because he's fun to make fun of. Now leave me alone."

"But I'm bored. McGee's downstairs and Gibbs is in interrogation…" She sighed as Tony grinned, but she couldn't see it from the angle she was looking at him.

"Go and see Abby then."

She sighed, "Fine. I'll go and see her. I don't think she likes me though."

"You don't say?" Tony asked, but realized she was long gone. Tony, who was busy thinking/dreaming about Ziva didn't notice Gibbs entrance into the bullpen until his hand slapped down on the desk. He immediately sat up, "Yeah, boss? Sorry, didn't get any sleep last night."

"Well yeah, I can see that, DiNozzo. Director wants you up in his office. Said it was urgent."

"What's it for?" Tony asked as Gibbs started towards his own desk.

"Just said that it was something about Mossad calling…" And that got him out of his seat. He quickly ran up the stairs, fixing his hair as he did so before entering the director's office.

"Oh…Agent DiNozzo! Director Vance would like to-" Cynthia started, but she didn't finish, for he was already through the doors. He stopped abruptly and closed them to look at Vance's expressionless face.

"Agent DiNozzo." He said, standing up from his desk as Tony walked to the middle of the room, "Received a call today. From Mossad."

"Yes, Director?"

He sighed and got up, walking towards him as he stood in front of him, "I really hate doing this." He said, mostly under his breath, and Tony immediately began to get worried. He leaned up against the other side of the desk and studied the senior field agent. He looked like…well to be honest, hell, and it was really hurting Agent Gibbs, he understood that, "Its Ziva."

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Ziva stood in her father's office, in the middle, waiting for him to return. Her injuries that she had received in America were non-existent, up to this point, the only scars marred in her heart. However, the injuries that she had received during the last operation she performed were large. She had a couple of stitches on her eyebrow as well as on the side of her lip, which was still swollen. She also had stitches in her right arm, which ached, from where a bullet had gone into her skin.

She didn't know how long she'd been standing there, but she knew that she had been there a while. Israel felt a huge void, and she wanted nothing more than to return back to America. Last night, she had gone way too far and given in to the lust of someone loving her.

She had slept with her partner.

She winced as she remembered the night. Her hear belonged to someone else, someone who was thousands of miles away, and she was giving up her body to her Mossad partner. She felt horrible. She had never even slept with Tony, and yet she had given in so easily to Michael's advances towards her.

Pulling her out of her thoughts was the sound of the door opening up and revealing her father. He nodded at her and walked towards his desk, sitting down, "Ziva." He said, "I will speak in English with you during this visit." She nodded and 'changed' her brain back to English. It was almost as if it was a foreign language, she hadn't spoken it in so long.

"Yes?" She asked, "You called me in, papa?"

"Yes, I did. I just got off the phone with Director Vance in Washington."

Ziva's heart skipped a beat. Washington. DC. NCIS. Home. Tony. "Yes?" She asked, prompting him to continue.

"It seems as if they are doing just fine without you." He said, "Except for one agent whose name stuck out to me."

Ziva could feel her heart accelerate. Oh no…what did Tony do? "Anthony DiNozzo. Your old partner."

"My only partner." She corrected, her words cold.

He looked up from the file and at her over his glasses. He sighed and closed the manila folder, taking off his glasses and setting them down as he stared at his daughter, "Ziva. I do understand that your feelings for-"

"I will never discuss my relationship with my partner or anyone at NCIS with you, papa. Please understand this. What did Director Vance tell you?" She demanded. She only wanted to get to the point.

"Ziva…" He said her name in shock, as if she wasn't there. His hand flew up to his own neck, "Where did your Star of David go?" She looked down and realized that it wasn't there. It was only then that she remembered that she had given it to Tony before she left.

"It is home."

"Well if it is home, then why are you not wearing it? Ziva!" he scolded, "I thought you promised never to take it off!"

"I never promised anything." She spat.

"Well where is it?"

"I told you, papa, home!"

"You are home! Go and put it on!"

"It is with Tony in DC!" She suddenly shouted out, throwing her hands up in annoyance, wanting nothing more than to get on with what Director Vance had told him.

"Ziva!" He scolded before starting off in Hebrew. Ziva quickly stopped him.

"Papa!" She yelled, "What did Director Vance say?" She demanded, and it looked like he almost calmed down. Almost.

"It seems that he has requested your admission back as Liaison Officer at NCIS." He said, sighing. She could feel her heart soar, "Now Ziva, before you take this offer, think about…"

"Yes." She said, quickly, excited, a small smile forming on her face, "When do I leave?"

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"She's dead, isn't she?" Tony asked, feeling his heart break into a million pieces, "Her damn father sent her on one of those suicide mission and now she's dead, isn't she?" Tony demanded, and he collapsed into one of the chairs. He couldn't believe it. Not her, she was too strong for this. In his head an image of a mangled, life-less Ziva clouded his brain and he tried desperately to try to keep it out.

"Agent DiNozzo, calm down!" Vance demanded, "She's not dead. She's coming back as Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David."

Tony grinned. Widely. He couldn't believe it. She was coming back. His Ziva was coming back. No more Agent Trace, no more nice Gibbs, no more sleepless nights, no more depression, no more kissing Abby…kissing Abby…his smile faltered but then smiled again when he thought about Ziva coming back, "When?" He asked, excited like he was little boy in the candy shop who just won the biggest lollipop there.

"Tomorrow," Vance smiled down at him. Strange, considering he was Tony and this was Director Vance, "Congratulations Agent DiNozzo." Tony stood up and felt the urge to hug him. So he did, and then burst out of the office, past Cynthia, who had a confused look on her face, and towards the balcony. He swung his torso over the railing before screaming into the bullpen, where McGee, Trace, and Gibbs were all sitting, "ZIVA'S COMING HOME!"

Now this is NOT the end. I know if you read the summary of the story, you're kinda like...what? Yeah. Well other things will happen. Remember, nothing is easy in love, especially if you're Tony and Ziva! Review? And Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah to everyone!!