He hated it. Tony submitted the fifth report he'd finished this morning. He was not only caught up on his paperwork but he'd done both McGee's and Ziva's. Glancing at the date on his computer he realized today would make four months exactly since they'd left the farm in Virginia and returned to their lives in DC.

A month after they'd returned Ziva was walking like she'd never been in a wheelchair; she ran miles in the morning and went to the gym twice a week at night. She was back in fighting shape not that she'd ever really been completely out of it.

When Gibbs realized she wanted to return to NCIS he talked to Bishop and had her reassigned to a team in San Diego. Ziva's desk was hers again and Ziva didn't even have to ask – Gibbs just knew. It took Tony some getting used to; having her in the field again. He loved having her sitting across from him all day but he had to admit to himself and to her that seeing her running around after bad guys was nerve wracking. He trusted her with his life but after seeing her in a wheelchair for months the fear that she might be hurt seemed to move in a live just under the surface with him.

Yesterday, Ziva and McGee went to Miami on an overnight to escort a material witness back to DC. It wasn't an overly dangerous case but Tony realized last night that it had been the ninth night since she'd been back from the Cortez mission they'd spent apart. Eight days when he was in LA chasing Hoffman and then last night. He'd felt her absence acutely each night but last night seemed to be the worse of all.

He probably only slept a couple of hours if that and he was pretty sure Gibbs noticed his less than stellar mood today. Thankfully, Gibbs spent most of the day in MTAC helping on some overseas tactical mission. Tony spent the day staring at the elevator.

And then the ding that mattered sounded and when he looked up his beautiful wife stepped off the elevator with McGee. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a blue top over black pants. Her badge gleamed in the light and her smile drew him so that he hadn't even realized he'd stood and walked around his desk.

Ziva walked straight into his arms and he kissed her as McGee stopped behind Ziva.

"Aw, Tony, you missed us," McGee teased before heading to his desk.

"Yes, Probie," Tony stepped over to Ziva's desk as she put down her pack, "I couldn't sleep knowing you weren't Elfing away Elf Lord."

"It all went well, Tony," Ziva said as she leaned on her desk and kept her hand on Tony's arm. "The US Marshall picked up the witness at the airport and we came straight here. A very easy assignment."

"I don't know," Tony leaned into her, "you spent a long day on an airplane; maybe we should take the rest of the day off?"

"You know I wrote this scene in the sequel to Deep Six," McGee commented as he checked his email. "You two stole away for an afternoon quickie and poor McGregor was left to take down a terrorist that had broken into Amy's lab."

They all looked at each other and smiled then Ziva nodded, "Why do we not go say hi to Abby."

A few minutes later the three peered around the door to Abby's lab and saw her bobbing her head to some metal tune on her system.

"Everything kosher in here?" Tony asked as they entered her lab.

"Hey guys!" Abby shrieked then turned down the music, "you're back!"

"Yeah," Tony confirmed. "And just making sure there are no stray bad guys lurking near Mass Spec."

"Stray bad guys?" Abby queried.

"Yes," Ziva answered. "McGee jinxed you by telling us he wrote this scene in one of his books."

"McGee!" Abby shook her head. "Anyway, what are we doing this weekend, guys?"

"I don't know about you but me? My wife," Tony smiled broadly.

Ziva smacked his arm, "behave you."

"Yes, yes," Abby waved her hands, "but after that. I heard there was an apple picking fair in Virginia with … well apple picking! And cider and pie and all things apples and maybe just maybe the Deranged Debutantes are playing at the fair."

"Wait," Tony said, "Is this the fair where they set up that big maze and they are going to show Vincent Price movies on a huge outdoor screen?"

"Yes!" Abby confirmed with great enthusiasm.

"Ok," Tony smiled at Ziva, "I think we can go, yes?"

Ziva glanced at McGee then back at Tony, "I think so, yes."

"I'm taking a GPS into the maze," McGee stated.

"Do not worry, McGee," Ziva kissed his cheek. "I will not let you get lost."

"Thank you, Ziva," McGee gave her a squeeze. "Tony, I want to see you bob for apples."

"Oh you think I can't bob?" Tony smirked. "I can bob, McCider."

Abby turned as the phone rang and grabbed it off its cradle, "The Lab of Abby, how may I help you?" She nodded her head, "Oh, hey Gibbs….aha..ok..most excellent! See you Monday." Abby turned to the others, "We get to go home early! Gibbs says it is all quiet on the western front and is letting us get but I think he is just being nice because next week we're hosting that Royal Navy contingent."

"Oh, I forgot about that," Tony commented. "Bunch of British sailors ogling our girls, McGee."

McGee glanced at Abby who in turned took his arm, "Let them ogle, I've only got eyes for McGoo," Abby said.

"I thought it was google?" Ziva asked as Tony pulled her close and kissed her neck with a laugh.

Well friends, that's it for One More Day. I wanted to leave it on a silly note. I cannot thank you all enough for the wonderful reviews for this story. I appreciate the interaction and loved that you all enjoyed this tale.

I was left…hollowed out by Ziva's last episode. I still can't believe that Tony just left her on that tarmac. I need a better explanation. I sorta want to write my own but I am not sure I have the energy. I leave you all with BIG HUGS and Thanks!

Here is hoping one day Cote returns to NCIS and we get Tony and Ziva they way we should!