Rather than have her in temporary base housing, Gibbs took Ziva home with him. He was finishing cooking dinner when she entered the kitchen, hair still wet from her shower.
"I think I used all your hot water." She said quietly, sitting down at the table.
Gibbs glanced over his shoulder. "It'll be back by morning."
She nodded and watched as he drained the water from the pot of pasta. "Thank you for letting me stay with you."
"No thanks needed Ziver. This is what family does." The word family brought tears to her eyes. He crossed the kitchen, crouching next to her chair. "Hey, you ok?"
She shook her head, the tears falling freely down her cheeks. "He didn't come for me…" her words came out in a sob.
"Your Father."
She nodded. "Why didn't he come for me?" Gibbs pulled her to him, the tears soaking through his shirt.
"Your Father's a complicated man, Ziver. I don't know why he didn't come for you. But you're here now. You're safe. That's all that matters."
Once her tears were gone he placed two plates of pasta on the table. Ducky had told him that while she needed to eat, it should be something plain. Too much richness could upset her stomach. He was glad to see that while it was slow, she ate all the food in front of her.
Before he headed to the basement he paused to watch her sleep. Hearing her ask why her Father hadn't been the one to rescue her had nearly broke his heart. He had always considered her, Abby, McGee and DiNozzo his kids. And tonight he was glad that they had been the ones to rescue her. Family didn't have to be DNA, and he would do anything for his kids.
Then before heading for the stairs he locked the front door.