The last chapter. Thanks to my beta-reader Vicky once again. Read, enjoy en please review. Another story is on its way. It's finished and will be published sometime next week. It deals with Callen and Ziva. I am also still working on my 2 other stories called Running on empty and Opening up, so to those who read them as well. I haven't forgotten you.

Chapter 6

Ziva opened her eyes and much to her surprise saw that Director Vance had stayed with her.

'Good morning, Agent David'

'Director'

'I think in this case you may call me Leon, Agent David'

'Ok, if you call me Ziva .I slept through the night?'

'Yes, you did and on this rare occasion I must agree with Agent DiNozzo, you do snore quite loud'

Ziva snorted. She tried to sit up but when her right leg protested she came to a halt. Director Vance quickly got up and helped her into a sitting position.

'Thank you'

'No, thank you Agent…Ziva. Thanks to you I am still alive and the Russians are equally grateful. They sent the flowers' His head gestured towards the corner of the room.

Ziva noticed them for the first time standing in the corner of the room. It was a gigantic bouquet of flowers.

'When do you think I could leave the hospital…Leon' Ziva found it very odd calling him that.

'I'll ask around, hold on'

Vance left the room leaving Ziva to her own. He came back just a few short minutes later and with him was the doctor that operated on her. After a quick check the doctor gave his OK and told Ziva that she should be able to check out today if she would take it easy. She would need a cane to get around but other than that she would be just fine.

Later that afternoon Director Vance came back to find Ziva already up and about. She was dressed in slacks and a huge NCIS shirt. Callen's team had obviously paid her a visit. He moved his toothpick from one side to the other.

'They gave you agent Hanna's shirt, didn't they?'

She nodded. 'They thought it was hilarious' She chuckled. 'I can almost wear it as a dress'

Director Vance thought she was right. She was drowning in the shirt.

'Ah, well just as long as it will get me out of here I do not mind'

Ziva got up, grabbed her cane and let out a sigh of relief.

'Let's go, Director….Leon.'

She was taking small steps getting used to the cane and her painful right leg. She looked up and before Vance could say anything she had grabbed his toothpick and dumped it in the trashcan.

'What the…'

'Your wife, Leon…your wife' Ziva said while she hobbled out of the room. She was grinning but making sure as hell that he didn't see her doing that.

Vance helped her in the company car and the chauffeur was told to go head to NCIS;LA headquarters.

Once in the LA headquarters she was given a shirt that was more suited to her. Sam carried her upstairs were her own team was eagerly waiting to see her on screen. Vance had called the moment she was cleared to leave the hospital and they were eager to see her.

'Sam, put me down…Sam…oh HARAR…you can put me down you know'

Sam remained stoic and held on to her but after several threats from Ziva he finally let her down gently.

'You Ok, Ziver' Gibbs informed.

'Yes, Gibbs I am fine. It was just a little wound'

Vance snorted. Ziva turned around giving him a look.

'Director Vance, is there something you would like to add'

'Nothing Agent David, I wouldn't dare' Vance held up his hands. He was visibly more relaxed then he had been in a long time.

After the interaction with her own team Ziva grew tired and Vance noticed so he cut the conversation short.

'Gibbs, we will be arriving in Washington this afternoon, will you make sure that a car is standing by to drive Agent David home'

After the link had been cut, Vance turned around and gestured for Sam to carry Ziva back down the stairs. She was downstairs before she could even voice a protest.

The car that would drive them to the airport was already waiting for them. They said their goodbyes and after Ziva had beaten Callen at chess once again, cause he couldn't think of a move to make after her she had given him her move on the piece of paper earlier in the week they were on their way.

Arriving at the airport they were ushered to another runway where a private jet was standing.

'Courtesy of the Russian government, Miss David. A small gift of their gratitude' Ziva was taken aback by this gesture. Vance smiled; the Russians had contacted him earlier to inform how Agent David was doing. He had told them they would be flying back to DC that day. The Russians wanted to do more than just hand over some flowers and had suggested that they would be more than happy to fly them back. Vance had reluctantly accepted. It wasn't policy to accept gifts but in this case he thought an exception could be made but not after he had cleared it with SecNav.

Once in the air Ziva felt a tremendous weight fell of her shoulders. They were on their way back and she hadn't failed on the contrary she had succeeded in keeping him safe and sound. She could rest now, the soft hum of the plane let her drift off to sleep. Job done!

Vance looked over to where Agent David was sitting and saw she had fallen asleep. Vance had enough work with him to keep him occupied so the rest of the trip went by pretty uneventful. They had landed and a NCIS car was standing by.

Agent DiNozzo was already standing by and waited for the plane to fully come to a stop. As soon as that happened he ran towards the door which was opened by the flight attendant. He ran up the stairs nearly knocking Director Vance over.

'Sorry, Sir. Where is Agent David?'

'Last chair on the left, she is still asleep, Agent DiNozzo be gentle.'

Tony looked at Vance in a peculiar way. What the hell did that mean, be gentle? What had happened in LA? Besides the obvious.

He came to a hold when he saw her. He quietly lowered himself onto the seat next to her and brushed a stubborn hair out of her eyes. She woke up.

'Hey'

'Hey yourself. I let you out of my sight even once and you get into trouble.'

'Sorry, didn't mean to' She yawned. 'Where is Director Vance?'

'Waiting outside for us. I am here to take you home'

'Right then, let's go' she wanted to get up but realized too late that her right leg wasn't exactly what you might call up to speed. She groaned in pain.

Tony picked her up and carried her off the plane into his car. There was another car taking Director Vance back to the office and he had come with his own car to take Ziva home. The fact that she wasn't complaining to much made Tony realize that she must be in a whole lot of pain. As soon as they entered her home she wanted to take a shower. After taping in her leg with a plastic bag as good as possible Tony left her to her own devices. While she was in the shower he ordered Chinese and just when she got out the meal was delivered.

Ziva was tired. The meal had been good, but then again Tony knew all the good take-out restaurants in town. She just wanted to go to bed and sleep.

'Oh, Tony before I forget what does it mean when someone is your pimp….'

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'WHAT!'

The End

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