Whenever Ziva started getting that queasy feeling of being adrift, of being without a center, she would remember Abby and Ducky and Tony and Tim, and she would know she made the right decision, by trusting them, by trusting this.

And she would remember what Gibbs whispered in her ear when she finally told him about her months of hell: "Director David's daughter died in the desert, but my daughter survived and came home." And Ziva would smile and start to believe that maybe, just maybe, they all made the right decision in trusting her.

Author's Note: Originally written for comment_fic on livejournal. Prompt was 3-sentence fic, Ziva, feeling like she's home