Tony knew he couldn't sleep last night. He didn't understand why he went home in the first place. But he did, and he didn't sleep, as projected. The thought of having Ziva come back was the greatest thing that could ever have happened to him.

He also had avoided making any kind of contact or look towards the forensic scientist. Not that he didn't like her, because he did, it was just going to be insanely awkward around each other. And how in the world he was going to explain this whole 'situation' to Ziva, he didn't quite understand. That was another way he spent his night; trying to figure out the crap that was running through his head.

"Hey, Tony. I thought you'd be perky today. Ziva's coming back."

"Yeah, couldn't sleep last night." He said, sitting down in his desk, "That means that that pesky little girlfriend of yours will finally go away." He peered around McGee's desk and noticed that the fifth desk was empty, "Where is she anyways?"

"Hasn't clocked in yet."

"What? She doesn't spend her nights with you?" Tony asked, smiling at McGee's annoyed tone.

"Morning DiNozzo." Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand, "See that you didn't sleep last night."

"Couldn't boss. By the way, do you know what time her flight gets in?"

"Yep." He said, looking down at his computer. Tony waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

"When?" Tony prompted, not shutting his mouth after he completed his sentence.

He glanced down at his watch, "In about two hours." Tony immediately stood up, but Gibbs stopped him.

"You're not going anywhere until I allow you to go and pick her up."

"You're gonna let me pick her up?" Tony asked, shocked.

"Yeah, DiNozzo, alone too if you two promise not to disturb Dulles airport with Ziva's screaming during sex, then yeah, I will."

Tony gulped as he felt his face pale, "How do you know she screams during sex?"

Gibbs just gave a half smile and shrugged, "You'll never know now, will you?" He asked as he walked out of the bullpen, leaving both DiNozzo and McGee in a state of complete shock.

"Tony how does…"

Tony stopped him by putting his hands up, "I don't wanna know." McGee nodded as he returned back to his computer.

"Good call."

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Tony decided to pass the time as take a trip to Abby's lab. On walking into the elevator, he stopped himself and decided to press the button for Autopsy instead. He needed to make it up to her, but he knew that ignoring her for one more day couldn't hurt, besides, McGee seemed to be talking to her more now that he realized that Lindsay was going to leave, which he knew would really hurt the little probie.

"Ducky!" Tony exclaimed as he walked into autopsy, where he and Jimmy were bagging the body of the last murder case for the mortician.

"Anthony!" He called back, "How are you doing?" he asked, looking at Tony and smiling as he quickly moved towards him and grabbed him, wrapping him in a hug, "You haven't graced us with that smile for a while! I heard that Ziva was coming back just this morning and I was going to come and celebrate with a nice glass of champagne, what do you say?"

Tony smiled and let go of the medical examiner, "I'd say that I really don't need any, but thanks, Ducky." He decided to pop the big question. If anyone knew besides Gibbs, it would be Ducky, "Hey, Duckster?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Has Abby said anything?"

"About what?" Ducky asked, "Ziva?"

"No…" He took a deep breath, "…me."

"Actually, yes my boy, she did. She said she would like to see you." He said, and Tony nodded before biding the ME goodbye and getting into the elevator. He debated between the LAB button and the 2nd Floor button, and finally chose the second floor.

He wasn't ready to deal with her. Not now.

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Four hours later…

"Her flight should have landed two hours ago, McGee!" Tony shouted as he paced around McGee, who was sipping his fifth Coke of the day. They had been there a while, waiting for the plane that contained Ziva to land.

"Look, Tony, I don't know, all right? They probably got delayed or something, you need to just calm down, all right?"

"Calm down? You're just upset because Trace has to leave now that Ziva's coming back. But don't worry, McGoo, you'll still be able to see her outside of work." Tony said.

"Yeah, I know, but I actually liked this woman, you know what I mean? She was beautiful, she was smart, and she had a great personality. She may not have been one of those blode bimbos that you-"

"Hey!" Tony interjected, "No talking about my sex life!" He said, pointing a finger at McGee.

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever. They're still idiots." McGee said, "She was great. I wonder if Gibbs could just assign her to our team, I mean, we always need more help. Or at least to another team." He started, and Tony slowly stopped pacing.

"Whatever, McLove. Find out where Ziva's plane is!"

"Why me?" He complained, and Tony glared at him.

"Because I'm the senior field agent. And I'm the guy that's dating her. So I have to be here when she comes. And if she comes while I'm checking the flight itinerary, that wouldn't be nice, would it, probie? Because I'm sure that she'd rather see my face instead of yours." He said, patting his cheeks, the skin smacking against his own as McGee frowned and pushed him away.

"Tony, stop it! You go and check the flight panel!"

"No!" Tony said, "You're still just upset bout Lindsay. And I can't believe that Gibbs didn't give you two a lecture on rule twelve!" He muttered angrily.

"Who said he didn't?" McGee asked, and Tony's eyes snapped to McGee's.

"He did?" Tony asked, rapping his fingertips together, his eyes wide as he licked his lips at the junior field agent, "What'd he tell ya?" He demanded, putting his hands on the back of the seat, one on either side of him, "Huh? What'd he tell ya?" He asked in one ear, "What'd he tell ya?" He asked in the other, "Huh?"

McGee sighed, "He didn't say anything, all right, Tony?"

"He was just jerking your chain, yes?" An Israeli voice asked, and they both snapped their heads to the left; Tony snapped his so hard he almost got whiplash. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as he gazed at the perfectly tanned beauty that was his Ziva. Her hair was straight but curled slightly at the very tip. She wasn't dressed in cargo pants like she normally wore; in fact, she was dressed in a sleeveless white dress that hung onto her curves with a chocolate brown band in the middle. She was also wearing a rather large chocolate hat that matched the sash in the middle of her dress. A brown ribbon from around the hat stuck out, and her chocolate brown sandals matched her entire outfit. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life, and he saw her smile and then laugh a little, "Sorry I was a little late, my plane did not-"

But she couldn't finish; Tony's arms were around her body, pulling her close to him. He buried his face into her hair and breathed in her beautiful scent, the one he had missed so much. She smelled of vanilla, flowers, and something that he could just describe as Ziva. He felt two arms wrap around his body as well, grabbing onto his shoulder blades through his shirt.

"I missed you, Zi." He murmured into her ear as he pulled her back and cupped her face with both hands before pressing his lips against her soft ones. They were sweet and tasted of strawberries and mint. He wanted more. He wanted to taste her, all of her. The kiss was slow, and he carefully moved on hand towards the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. In between the kiss, he suddenly tasted salt and something wet. He pulled back, letting his lips linger on hers as he saw the tears that were slowly, silently falling down her cheeks from her closed eyelids.

She opened up her eyes, and her brown pools were coated in shiny tears, "I missed you too, Tony." She whispered, "So much."

And Tony's heart was one.