"Come here." He wraps his arms around her and Kono breathes in deeply. Because she needs this just as much as he does.

"You don't write, you don't call," she says lightly, smiling into the crook of his neck, all the worry from before canceled out by the sheer relief of seeing him, alive, and feeling his heart beat against her own. "We missed you," she adds and closes her eyes.

He pulls her in even closer. "It's good to be home."

Home.

She knows.

"I'm okay. I'll be home soon." – She remembers his words, over the phone from Japan, only hours ago. Because "We're worried about you."

Home. It's more than just this place, this island, and she knows. When he says home, he's talking about them. His team. His family. They are his home.

No. Not just his home. Her home, too. Chin's home. Danny's home.

"Let's go home." – His words again, a few months ago, in front of the bank when the nightmare was finally over. Because "Nobody messes with my team."

It was the moment when she knew.

When he hit Fryer, hard, because he threatened what they had built up so carefully. Their trust in each other. It was the moment when she realized what she had been missing in all those weeks away from the team.

When they walked away that day – all of them, together – she was finally home again. Not going home, but already there. Because these people, her team, they are home.

"We're going to bring Steve home." – It seems like yesterday. The time when he left and hadn't come back. It didn't matter, because "We come back with Steve, or we don't come back."

When he hadn't come back they went to get him. North Korea or anywhere else in the world. It wasn't about coming back to Hawaii. It was about bringing him home.

And home is wherever they are. Together. Home isn't a place, it is them.

So yes, it's good to be home. For each other, they are home. And now that Steve is back, they are all – finally – home again.