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Ziva grinned happily. It was her first day without a sling in weeks. That thing had been driving her nuts, and it was all she could do not to burn it (or blow it up, as was more her style). She went to her desk and looked around. She was the first one in, which wasn't unusual, she usually got there before everyone but Gibbs. But today, she even beat him, and there was a fresh coffee on everyone's desk, a testament to her good mood. She sat in her chair, and looked at the photo she had placed next to her computer. After a few days of inner debate once she had returned to work, she decided to use Gibbs' frame to hold her childhood photo. It seemed that if she must be stuck at that desk for (minimum!) 40 hours a week, that she find something that cheered her up. And the photo once again did that, thanks to Tony, who had reminded her that a person can have more than one home, which she did. She no longer fought about who she was, Israeli or American. She was both. But she did keep her Paris photo (both of them) at home, which was a compromise. If she was going to have a picture of Ari at NCIS, then she would have the one that didn't resemble the terrorist they had all come to know and hate.

The elevator dinged, and she saw her three coworkers come out together. They all grinned when they saw her, and Tony was happy, but also suspicious, when he saw that she had bought them all coffee.

"What did you put in it?" he asked, taking a sniff.

"Like I would tell you?" she asked with a smile.

"McGee, switch me coffees," he ordered.

"Why would I do that?" Tim asked, holding his closer.

"Because, I am your superior and I ordered you to," Tony said, as if it were obvious.

"Ha, please! I don't feel like dying today. Its not my fault if someone wants you dead," Tim said, taking a long swig of his.

"At least taste it, make sure its not poisoned," Tony implored, giving Ziva a death glare.

"Tony, if anyone were going to kill you by poisoning your drink, it would be Abby," Ziva pointed out. "I prefer something a bit more…lasting," she said with an innocent smile.

Tony turned slowly to her, then walked over to her desk. "Then you take a sip first, my ninja."

Ziva grabbed his and drank half of it. Wiping the rim of the cup, she handed it back to him "See, like I said, I prefer something lasting."

Tony laughed and took a sip of the coffee. He walked to his desk and sat down. They had missed Ziva; even after she came back to work, she was a bit more mellow, not the ninja she normally was. But today, she seemed like she was getting back to normal, or at least closer to that since she had been before Gibbs had gotten blown up. But his musings were interrupted when Gibbs' phone rang.

Hanging it up, Gibbs smiled. "Got a dead Marine; all of you, grab your gear," he barked and stood. When the three agents got to the elevator, they noticed that Ziva was still at her desk. "Ziva, I said all of you!" he shouted.

Ziva stood in shock and grabbed her bag. She didn't think she'd be cleared for field duty for a few more days. Once she got in the elevator, with a huge grin matching Tony and McGee's, she felt a Gibbs slap on her head. She turned to her boss and glared at him.

Gibbs kept his face at his neutral 'boss' face, though he wanted to laugh as much as the others. "You're coming, but if you so much as think about diving in front of a bullet again, I will kick your ass back to Israel myself," he threatened, then grinned. "You're the only one who can shut DiNozzo up half the time," he said, chuckling.

"Boss!" DiNozzo's cry of indignation was stopped by two head slaps from Ziva and Gibbs.

They were back.

A/N: Thank you guys for the awesome reviews. As this was my first published fic, I appreciate the awesome response this has gotten. Let me know what you think of this ending :-)

I have already decided on my next NCIS fic, but it'll take a bit more planning than this one, so stay tuned for that one.