I smiled into the rear view mirror as Madison was rambling on about how cool Ziva while Kade played with one of her knives, like he does with mine. I easily pulled into the condo's parking lot within ten minutes and the kids eagerly jumped out to race inside.

Ziva and I walked behind them just a bit slower, taking the time to talk and catching up. Just as we got to the door, my phone dinged with a new email so I gave the key to Madi and moved to look at it; away from even the trusted eyes of my mentor.

Thankfully she understood and brought the kids inside. I leaned against the door and opened my mail app. The new message, I recognized, was from my father's personal email. I tapped the screen to look at it even though I already knew the information it was going to contain.

Just as I expected, it was details on when and where to meet the helicopter that would bring us to Israel. I had told the kids about the move a few days ago and they were all for it, I just haven't told them about the huge possibility of staying there and never coming back. Don't look at me like that, I was going to tell them...eventually.

I finally walked in the living room and cracked a small smile at the kids messing around with Ziva. Most of the female assassins were great with kids, having assumed the responsibility of training new recruits, like me, since we were no more than five or so. Some younger, some older, most don't start until eight or so, but those like me were special and started earlier.

Ziva was about ten years older than me, and obviously couldn't train me while she was still being trained herself, so our interaction didn't come until I was at least thirteen. We had been very good friends since, and I hadn't decided yet if I was going to tell her about the 'vacation'.

The four of us spent the next couple of hours together, playing board games the kids efficiently beat us at because we hadn't completely understood them, watched television, and just all around had a good time. This was the type of fun that I missed from a normal family and that I could really get use to.

At about eleven at night, after we had worked together to put the kids to sleep in record time, Ziva and I sat on the couch with some tea. For a while we just sat there and drank in a comfortable silence, but I couldn't stand it so I decided it was now or never and brought up the move.

"I am moving back to Israel." I've never been one to beat about the shrub.

Like it would for anyone, the statement not only broke the comfortable silence but was not what she expected me to say. Carefully placing the fragile cup onto the table, Ziva turned to me. "I would love to go back, to stay and live with my-our people again."

I nodded, not very surprised at all that was all she decided to say. "I want to bring the children with me as well."

Ziva nodded in agreement, "Chiron will certainly be losing one amazing detective."

I chuckled a bit. "I was never very good at it, I think I will stick to killing people."

With a pause, Ziva sent me a look. "You are re-joining Mossad?"

I sighed. Did I want to tell her? Could I tell her? She was a Mossad agent, if not anymore, and had been part of thousands of undercover missions in her years. But, at the same time, she has also been an ex-agent for a good ten years.

Eventually I decided not to tell her about the sting and made up a believable lie, which I've had a ton of practice on and was pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. "I am still young, and I feel I would go crazy doing nothing at all."

Ziva nodded. "I cannot say anything I suppose, I joined back for a period after a few years as well. It felt nice to be back in my own field of expertise. Are you still going to take the kids?"

"Of course," I answered without missing a beat. "They are very excited about visiting the 'homeland'." I laughed at the description Madison had gave me when I told them about it; Ziva joined me.

"Well at least they are happy about it." She stood and helped me clean up all the dishes. "I must be going, I have to make it down to the Navy Yard to do some paperwork before tomorrow morning. It was very nice to see you again Navah, and I hope we can see each other again before you leave."

I nodded, keeping the fact I was leaving tomorrow to myself. I drove her back to the office where her car was and we exchanged our goodbyes. I allowed her to hug me once more before retreating to my car.

When I returned home again, I cleaned up our cups and the teapot. After everything was taken care of, I retired to my bedroom; stripping today's work clothes and donning my sleepwear that, I hate to admit it, but consisted of a shirt Percy left that went down to my knees and a pair of very short shorts that disappeared under it.

I fell asleep wrapped in the sent of the only thing-person-I was going to regret leaving behind.

I was jarred out of my slumber by a rasping knock on the front door. I was fully up for just letting whoever decided to wake me up stand outside forever, but if I didn't stop them, they were going to wake the kids. So, being the amazing mother I am, I rolled out of bed to answer the door.

Groaning as I trudged toward the door, I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes in attempt to make myself look half way presentable. When I opened the door, I groaned again at the person standing there. "What do you want?"

His face broke out in his signature smirk. "I thought you'd be totally siked to see me!" Percy took a moment took look at my outfit. "Is that my shirt?"

I rolled my eyes and walked away from him, back to my room to change. I stopped in the middle of my room when I felt like I was being watched. Of course, when I turned, Percy was leaning against my door frame. "I am going to change." I told him.

"So?"

I glared at him. "So...leave!"

Percy laughed but didn't make any attempt to move. "It's not like I haven't seen what's under my shirt before."

My glare turned to ice as I turned away from him to pull off the shirt. I could almost hear his disappointment when the lack of shirt revealed my tank top. I slipped on a white and green jersey and shorts made of the same fabric; I think Percy called it basketball shorts. I smacked him on my way out. "Pervert."

He followed me. "Hey, are you wearing my Jets jersey?"

I shrugged. "It was in my house, so it is mine now."

"Getting it back is out of the question then." I didn't even bother answering him, I just started pulling out the last of the cereal. "I think you need to go shopping." Percy suggested as he looked at the boxes.

I snatched it from him. "I do not," I placed it back on the table and he sent me a confused look. "Chiron did not tell you then, I am taking the kids to Israel for vacation." I hesitated on the last word but he didn't notice.

"Oh, how long are you going to be over there?" He tried to pass it off but I could hear his disappointment mixed with curiosity.

"I have about two weeks saved." It wasn't a total lie, because that was true, I was just staying much longer than that.

"It's going to be boring without you here." Percy commented, playing with his hands. "What if we need you, your expertise I mean."

"Chiron will find someone." I answered blankly trying not to look at him.

"Oh," Percy frowned at his hands. "I guess so, but...you know...um..."

I rolled my eyes. "Just spit it out already!"

"Well, N-Nico and Rachel are going to miss you, and I won't hear the end of it from Piper until you get back."

"I will be sure to say goodbye to them." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

Percy half copied me by scratching the top of his head, sending his jet black hair in every direction; messing it up more than usual. I felt my hand twitch in want to run it through the locks.

"I uh, I'll m-miss um, messing with you in the office."

I sighed, walking around him to wake up Kade and Madison, trying to get away from the awkward situation. Gently, I shook the small boy's body. "Kade," I whispered, pushing his light blond hair our of his eyes. "It's time to wake up little guy."

The small blond emitted a reluctant groan, flipping over on his side to face me. His left eyelid opened halfway, revealing a tired baby blue eye. Slowly, he rose to a sitting position, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

I smiled. "Morning bud."

"Morning mumma." He muttered back, hugging me around the neck.

"I am going to get your sister up, you get dressed ok? It is a long flight so dress comfortably." I told him, standing up from my kneel.

I faintly heard him as I walked out of the room, "Ok mumma."

Repeating the process with my older girl was slightly more difficult, she's never been a morning bird, and it's gotten harder to get her up as she has gotten older. It took me longer, but I got her up and moving.

When I got back to the kitchen, Percy was still there, sitting at the blue marble island. "What are you still doing here?" I asked him, grabbing the several different boxes and mixing them together to fill four bowls.

"I wanted to see you off, you're leaving today, so I thought I'd...yeah." Percy's face developed a small red tint to it.

I laughed. "I suppose you could, but my father is sending a helicopter to pick us up."

Percy seemed thankful for the change of subject. "Oh yeah? Why wouldn't you use an airline?"

"It would be wasting money."

"Uh, right, of course. That makes sense." He laughed nervously. The kids came out fully dressed and hungry. They dug into two of the four bowls happily.

"Are the two of you all packed?" I watched as Percy silently took the third bowl and started eating.

"Yup!" and "Yes." Came from the two children. They finished their food soon after.

"Good, let us head out."