Don't own NCIS, really...you can check my garage. Last Chapter, thanks for favin', followin' and readin'

They strolled the cobblestone path, holding hands, a healing quiet had mutually settled over them since the days of their time with Cassie. Tim threw a quick wave to Mickey then ventured a glimpse towards Ziva, studying her expression.

"It feels like we are missing... someone important, huh?"

"You have put my thoughts into words..."

"The way she could make you laugh even while in the midst of danger..."

"The way she had an unusual spin on things, that came out of no where and was so fantastically humorous."

"The way she loved raisins."

"And, Disney movies."

"And, strawberry milk. When Earl had brought her that shake I couldn't believe how fast she drank it...she doesn't even get ice cream headaches. That is an impressive quality." The corner of Tim's mouth tugged, appreciating the reflection.

Ziva smiled, admiring the attentiveness he had held towards Cassie.

"For knowing her for such a short time she really made an impression on us."

"One I will never forget." Pluto bounced to the side of Ziva rolling his head as his tongue wagged from his forever open mouth. She patted him on the nose.

"So..do you like Disney World?"

"Yes.."

"But you would have loved to have seen her reactions to all of the attractions?"

"Again, with the words in my mouth."

"You're such a mom."

She blushed, nodding to him. Ziva was developing an 'itchin' and Tim had sensed it.

Since Cassie had been whisked away; her case unsolved; they had both felt that a terrifying and...special, time in their lives was abruptly interrupted; unfinished; especially for Tim as he was unable to tell Cassie goodbye. So...with a suggested leave of absence from the director, Ziva had asked Tim if he would like to spend it at Disney World since she had never been. Tim instantly agreed, excited for the time away for rest, fun and one on one time with Ziva.

Tim's eyes surveyed the area for their next point of interest. He hopped up in place when he found it, tugging on Ziva's arm. "Let's get our pictures taken in the booth-" Tim pointed to the photo kiosk.

"Oh. Tim I look ugly with lack of sleep..." They had both been suffering persistent nightmares, each soothing each other with soft words of encouragement and gentle caresses when one came on throughout the night.

Tim stopped and guided Ziva in front of him, close enough so their bodies touched, wrapping his arms around her waist. Agitated, he snorted air through his nose. "Don't ever say that, you are never ...ugly. You're tired eyes combined with that beautiful smile remind me of one of the many reasons why I love you so much. Your strength has helped me through this, you know. Get me back on my feet."

Ziva playfully swatted him, blushing, thankful for his heartfelt praise. She hadn't realized just how much she had needed his compliment and appreciation at this point. "Thank you, Tim." She waved him forward. "Well..lets take our picture. Actually, I could use one for my wallet."

Tim's energy perked at her building enthusiasm.

They both enjoyed acting silly in front of a screen that flashed every five seconds to capture a moment in time that they would always remember. Ziva sat on Tim's lap, her arms wrapped around his waist while they took turns kissing each other on the cheek and laughing.

Tim rushed out of the booth eager to snatch the photos before Ziva had a chance. Maybe he could tease her and request a special favor for later before he allowed her to look. His laugh stopped abruptly as his face paled, eyebrows furrowing. Ziva was puzzled to see the intense melancholy suddenly shadow his face, something about the first photo pulling him into a deep reverie.

"Now, Tim tell me I do not look that bad-" Ziva looked over his shoulder gasping. Tim held the photo of a little girl clutching a stuffed llama in front of her chest with a big smile across her exhuberant, pudgy face. The llama Ziva had promised to buy her once they had returned home.

"Tim...how can that be?" Tim, concentrated as he searched groups of people from a distance, a hand on his forehead shading his squinting eyes.

They both took a moment more, staring at the picture, breathing in each line and crinkle in her face, the patterns on the clothes she wore, the green ribbons in her long, red hair.

"Is that a llama?" Tim had a confused smile, his mouth crooked looking at Ziva.

"I had asked her what she would like for being so brave...that is what she said she wanted. I feel bad I was never able to buy her one." Tim studied the picture longer, admiring it, with a sparkle in his eye. Ziva could see his thoughts tossing; as a big toothy grin formed turning to look her in the eyes.

He bumped Ziva with his shoulder. "So...whaddya say we hit the Alladin attraction."

"Again with the words in my mouth."

The...end