A/N: Sorry for no updates, I've been so busy! I have a theory exam tomorrow as well, AGH! Wish me luck!

I went to Eastbourne yesterday to see Aegon International Tennis Tour thingy (L) I watched my doubles team win!

Yaaay for Fyrstenberg and Markowski! Fystenberg i Markowski są niesamowite! [Polish, like me.] That said Fystenberg and Markowski are amazing, for those who don't speak Polish.

And then Mariusz [Fyrstenberg] went to the practice courts, so we stalked him [great idea!] and then he took his shirt off and me and my mate were very, very happy :L

A quote:

"You may have got thirteen autographs, but we got to see the cute Polish guy strip."

Yeah, that's me. Eheh.

Abby sat in the Gibbs' lounge, her face ashen. The silence was ominous. Abby gripped a glass of water between her hands, and it was only when the glass smashed and water hit the floor, that she made any move to show she was still alive. Gibbs wondered just how hard her grip on the glass must have been; it wasn't as if they were flimsy or thin.

"Sorry." Abby whispered, and Jenny patted her back gently as she passed to fetch a dustpan and brush. Ziva walked around the back of the couch, and gently lifted Abby off of the couch and out into the kitchen. Abby made no move or sound to object. Once she had sat Abby in a chair in the kitchen, Ziva found a pair of tweezers, and boiled some water to sterilize them. When Tony walked out to join them in the kitchen, she instructed him to get some bandages, band aids and antiseptic cream.

Once the tweezers were sterilized, Ziva used them to deftly pluck glass from Abby's hands, and was surprised at the numbness on Abby's face, almost as if she hadn't noticed the physical pain as it hadn't penetrated the thick wall of mental pain coursing through her body at present. Ziva bandaged the worst of the cuts up, one on Abby's wrist that had gone into her radial artery and was bleeding quite heavily, another that had pierced her radialis indicis.

Once Abby had been patched up, Ziva escorted her back into the lounge. Gibbs looked up as they entered, and shot Ziva an appreciative glance.

"Abby?" He said softly, and she looked at him, her eyes showing the pain that she was feeling. Gibbs understood how she felt… almost. He'd lost his wife and daughter. She'd lost her mother, father and brother.

Abby was an orphan.

All down to one man. One drunken man. One drunk, driving man. One drunk, idiotic bastard driver.

At least it was painless, he conceded. Over in seconds. For them, at least. For Abby?

It would take a lifetime.

Two weeks later, and Abby was still staying with Ziva and the Gibbs'. Ziva was in the process of moving all of her stuff to her and Ari's new house. Gibbs had very kindly bought the house for them, on the account that they paid him back with 5 percent interest. They weren't going to argue that one. Ziva carried the last box of books down the stairs, and handed it to Gibbs who put it in the back of the NCIS van they were 'borrowing' as a moving van.

Abby was helping Jenny pack the last of Ziva's things into marked boxes. She was wearing no makeup, and she hadn't done anything with her hair. She was clean, Jenny made sure that she never forgot to wash or eat or sleep. Abby seemed more like a zombie than a person, and Jenny thought that it was as if Abby's body was alive but her soul had died with her family.

Finally, all Ziva's items were in the van, and she sat up front next to Gibbs, who was driving, and after waving goodbye to Abby and Jenny, they drove off to Ziva's new house. They hardly spoke as Gibbs drove, but they didn't need to. Gibbs could tell that Ziva's emotions were conflicting; sad at leaving but happy as she would be living with her brother in their own house.

Gibbs also knew that Ziva had turned eighteen yesterday, although she hadn't mentioned it at all. He had momentarily wondered why, but then he realized that it probably wasn't important to her.

As Gibbs pulled up the driveway in front of the old house, the front door opened and Ari and Kate walked out. As soon as Gibbs pulled to a stop, Ziva jumped out and ran to hug her brother.

"Ari!" She smiled as he squeezed her tightly.

"Shalom, Zaya." He grinned and kissed her forehead.

"Shalom, Kate." Ziva hugged Kate too, who hugged her back and replied with 'Shalom' also.

The three moved all of Ziva's belongings inside the house with the help of Gibbs. Ziva and Ari hadn't decided which rooms they would claim yet, but it wasn't going to matter much. Ari wanted a south facing room and Ziva wanted an en-suite.

The siblings had expected to have to buy a tiny apartment in a ratty old building in the cheapest part of town, but they had discovered an amazing bargain. They had been walking around town and found a sign up for a house for sale. Not in the window of an estate agents, though. On the town's notice-board.

It was white, with columns around the front door which had five steps leading up to it. Five bedrooms as well. Normally, that sort of house would cost around half a million. One hundred thousand. Eighty percent less than expected. No arguments, Ziva and Ari decided to question Gibbs about it. He had researched it and the owners, and had come back that they were reliable and often gave money to charities, according to bank records.

They had met up with them, and discovered they were moving to Australia, and wanted a larger house, but didn't want to go through all the tiring rigmarole with the estate agents.

A stroke of luck.

One of few in the David's lives.

Ziva and Ari looked about upstairs, and settled into a debate of what room they wanted. Finally they decided.

Ziva would have the Bedroom One, the largest bedroom. Ari would have Bedroom Two, which was the opposite side of the house, separated from the first bedroom by a large landing. He had wanted it as it was south-facing, and he even got his own en-suite too.

Kate helped Ziva begin to unpack her things, while Gibbs assisted Ari.

By nine that evening, they had finished unpacking.

"I'll be leaving." Gibbs said, and waved goodbye to the three teenagers.

"Shalom, Gibbs." Ari said, and the door closed behind his boss.

"I guess I should be going, too." Kate sighed, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Ari's cheek.

"Shalom, Caitlin." Ari said, and soon the door had shut behind Kate too.

Ziva turned to Ari, smiling. He raised his eyebrows quizzically.

"Home, sweet home." Ziva smiled widely.

A/N: Bit shorter than normal, I hope you don't mind!

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