Star Light, Star Bright
A/N: I just keep popping these out, huh? Anyways, enjoy. You know the drill: I don't own NCIS.
"Here," Tony DiNozzo said as he tossed a velvet box towards Ziva. She caught it perfectly and glared at it suspiciously.
"What is this?"
"Just open it," Tony instructed.
"It isn't going to self-destruct, is it?"
"Just open the damn thing," Tony growled, throwing his jacket over the chair and making himself at home at his desk. It was free of paperwork, which was a relief.
Ziva popped open the lid of the box and gasped at what was inside. McGee craned his neck to see what was inside.
"Tony," Ziva's voice was barely a whisper, "Thank you."
"Well, considering Sallim took yours, I figured you should have a new one. Considering how important your faith is to you."
"Honestly, I do not know what my faith is. I don't even know if I still have one. Believing in something I don't know is real is…difficult for me."
"You've never been one for easy, Zi," Tony reminded her.
She smiled down at the box, "True. For those three months, I gave up on everything – you, NCIS, my family, and God. I do not know…I do not know what I am to believe."
"Believe what feels right to you but Ziva, God didn't leave you. We didn't either. Remember that."
"Thanks, Tony. Can you help me with the clasp?"
Tony sauntered over to her desk, lifted the necklace from its box, and gently placed it around Ziva's neck. His fingertips gave her sudden chills and her breath caught in her throat. After the necklace was latched, Tony turned her around to face him.
"Looks good on you."
"Thank you," Ziva kissed his cheek, "For everything."
"Don't mention it," Tony shrugged.
Ziva returned to her desk, but couldn't help but touch the star of David that hung from her neck.