A/N: The last and final chapter! Dedicated to dizzy – in – the – izzy. I hope you enjoy it, and the ending is probably not what you expected!

I was woken up by an irritating tapping on my window. I got up, bleary eyed and stumbled over to the window. I looked out. Ziva was under my window. The tapping had been her throwing stones to get me up. She noticed me and I waved, before running down the stairs to open the door.

"Ziva!" I exclaimed, and she hurried in, a large holdall in her left hand. I embraced her, and she dropped her bag before hugging me back.

"Tony!" She gasped, and I took her face in my hands and kissed her. Hard. For a very long time. When she pulled away, I hugged her again, and I felt dampness soaking through the shoulder of my shirt and realized she was crying.

"Ziva!" I gasped, brushing away her tears. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ziva laughed slightly. "I just can't believe I'm back here, with you."

"Well, you are." I said brightly, and picked up her bag and began to walk up the stairs.

"Mind if I make myself breakfast?" She asked me. "I haven't eaten for ten hours."

"Ouch." I commented, feeling like I was dancing on a cloud. "Sure, go ahead."

I placed her bag in my bedroom. "Daddy?" I turned to see Rosalia leaning against the doorframe in her pajamas. I glanced at my clock.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" I asked, seeing as it was 4 in the morning. "Can't sleep?"

"I thought I heard something." Rosalie replied.

"Go back to bed, Sali. I'll wake you up when it's time for school." I promised her, and she glared at me.

"Fine." She said grumpily, before turning on her heel and disappearing back into her bedroom. I smirked, before going back downstairs to Ziva.

"Did I hear Salia?" She asked me, and I nodded.

"We woke her up." I answered. "She's gone back to bed now."

I didn't want Sali to find out that Ziva was back yet, it was meant to be like a birthday present for her.

By the time I woke Rosalie up, three hours later for school, Ziva had gone to see Gibbs. She needed to talk to him, she had told me. It would also be easier for her not to be seen by Sali.

I took Rosalia to her school, and arrived home to find Ziva sitting on the doorstep.

"Oops." I chuckled. "I guess you'll need a key."

Ziva smirked, before standing up and brushing dirt off from her combat pants. Tony unlocked the door and pushed it open, and then followed Ziva inside. She walked over to a cabinet and picked up a photo that was sitting on top of it.

She ran her eyes over the familiar faces. Abby, McGee, Gibbs, Tony and… Rosalie.

"She was six then. It was Christmas." Tony remembered. Ziva could feel tears well in her eyes, and blinked hard. Tony hugged her then, and she pressed her face into his t-shirt, inhaling the familiar fragrance.

"I guess I'd better be off to work." Tony sighed, and kissed her forehead.

"Me too." Ziva agreed, and he looked at her quizzically. "That's what I spoke to Gibbs about. I can come for a 'training day' to see if I'm okay to come and work at NCIS again."

Tony grinned. "Let's get going then!"

Soon, they arrived at the NCIS headquarters.

"ZIVA!" McGee shouted when he saw the familiar woman walking into the bullpen. He ran to her and hugged her tightly. "Gee, we missed you."

Ziva smiled and kissed his cheek. "I missed you too McGee."

"Nice to have you back Ziver." Gibbs said, walking into the bullpen with a cup of coffee.

"Can I go say hi to Abby?" Ziva asked, and he nodded. When Ziva had disappeared into the lift, Tony turned to Gibbs.

"Is that really safe, Gibbs? Abby will probably break her bones in a hug." Gibbs chuckled.

"OH MY GOD ZIVA YOU ARE BACK!" Abby screamed when Ziva walked into the lab. She ran at Ziva and crushed her in a bear hug.

"Can't… breathe… Abby…" Ziva said, and Abby released her.

"You're back? For good?" She asked her best friend, who she hadn't seen for years.

"I hope so." Ziva smiled and Abby's ecstatic expression. She noticed the area of wall in the lab that was covered in photos. Of her. And a countdown. It currently read:

1857 DAYS.

"1857 days since what?" Ziva asked, puzzled.

"Since you left." Abby replied. "But you're back!"

The day passed in a flash of reports and cold cases, and soon Gibbs sent the team home. Tony went to pick Rosalia up from the after-school care club after he'd dropped Ziva off at his house.

"Daddy!" Rosalie ran and jumped at him and he caught her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Did you get any cases today?"

"No honey, just reports and cold cases." Tony replied, and she pouted.

"That's boring." She complained. Tony chuckled.

"Too right." He smiled at Charlotte, one of the women who looked after the kids in the club as he signed Sali out. "Thanks."

"See you tomorrow, Salia." Charlotte ruffled the little girl's hair affectionately.

"Bye, Lottie." Salia leaned over to hug the woman who was like Abby to her, the amount she was looked after by Charlotte when Tony had to stay and work late. By the time they got home, Rosalie was fast asleep, to Tony's relief. He picked her up, and took her inside and upstairs. He removed her socks and shoes, and laid her under the covers. He wouldn't wake her up. She was sleeping peacefully, something she hadn't done for a while.

He returned downstairs to find Ziva sitting on the couch.

"She's asleep." He informed her, and she nodded.

Three hours later, they decided to retire to bed too. Ziva lay down next to Tony, something she hadn't done for five years.

"Laila tov." She whispered.

"Buona notte." He replied.


The next morning Tony woke up. Alone. He glanced over at the empty space on the other side of his bed and sighed. He got ready and drove himself to work.

"Morning, Tony." McGee greeted him.

"Morning, McGee." McGee noticed the lack of nickname.

"Something wrong?" he asked the older agent.

"I had a weird dream." Tony replied, staring over at the empty desk across from him in the bullpen.

"What about?" McGee asked curiously. Tony decided to omit the parts about having a daughter.

"I thought Ziva was back." He said softly, and McGee sighed. Ziva staying in Israel had really hit Tony hard. Gibbs walked into the bullpen.

"When will she phone, boss?" Tony looked up at Gibbs, and Gibbs noticed the wistful look in the younger agent's eyes.

"When she can, Tony. When she can."

A/N: *sniff* Post-Aliyah. Sorry to crush all your Tiva reunion dreams, but I'm feeling pessimistic… Just joking. I didn't want to have the Ziva comes back; we're all happy families sort of thing.

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