A/N: I have decided that this is going to be the last chapter. I'm going to start working on a sequel, so I'll be taking a few weeks off to start writing it before I post anything. I don't know when I'll start posting it, so keep an eye out. :)

This last chapter's kinda short, but I needed to wrap it up.

I am so thankful to everyone who has read this story, especially those who reviewed, favorited, and story alerted this. As many times as I say this, thank you thank you thank you!

See you again in a couple weeks!

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own NCIS.

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Mossad Director Orli Elbaz was not a woman to be trifled with. She prided herself on her ability to take action while keeping up a calm and collected façade under the most arduous situations. She was respected by her colleagues, friends and acquaintances alike. Most importantly, Orli Elbaz never let anyone play her. Ever.

Vance had done just that. He had played her and her entire agency. And he would pay.

"There must be something in his past that he would like to keep a secret." The Mossad director mused to the woman sitting beside her. Liat nodded.

"Everyone has secrets, director. We will find them."

"I have no doubt we will. However, I did not call you here to discuss that. I need to know how long it will take to collect a team to assassinate the American agents."

"Not long, director." Liat answered immediately. "We are waiting on information from inside NCIS. It will come soon."

"Good." Orli responded. "We do not have the luxury of time."

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"Director Vance, Agents Gibbs, DiNozzo and McGee, are about to land, along wth Abby Scuito and Dr. Mallard. Ziva Davd is with them."

The new SECNAV waited for Vance to respond. She had gotten a call saying that the plane had just landed. She had called Leon once it was clear they were alright.

"Thank you. Madam Secretary. I will have Agent Gibbs brief you as soon as he gets here." Vance hung up. Shit, he thought. I didn't think they'd get out of France alive, much less back to DC.

For now, he would wait. This matter wasn't really his problem at the moment.

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They stepped, one by one, off the plane into the bright sunlight glaring off the tarmac. Gibbs was first, striding confidently across the runway with bag in hand. Then Ducky appeared carrying a small suitcase. McGee was next. He had a backpack thrown over one shoulder and a laptop case in his free hand. Abby skipped excitedly down the stairs, dragging her suitcase behind her and chattering happily to Tony, who was behind her with his own bag.

The five stood together on the airstrip waiting for the last member of their team to make an appearance.

Ziva's brown hair shone in the sunlight as she walked down the stairs. She gave a smile that rivaled Tony's as she made her way over to her team, her family.

"Welcome home, Ziver." Gibbs smiled at her, his face showing his pride and happiness. "Welcome home."

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As soon as the team got to NCIS, Ducky, Abby and McGee headed to their respective homes and Gibbs went to brief SECNAV. That left Tony and Ziva in the bullpen.

"Ziva, come on. You're sleeping at my place until you can get an apartment." Tony said.

"It is alright Tony, I can get a hotel room." Ziva replied hastily. "I do not want to intrude."

"Well that's too bad. I am not letting you stay at a hotel."

"Tony, I- I just need some time to myself." Ziva looked at the ground.

"Look, Zi, normally I wouldn't insist. But for all we know, Mossad is still after you. You can't be alone." Tony looked her in the eyes, and she saw the sincerity reflected in them.

"Fine, but no one else."

"Just you and me, Zi."