Here's a small idea that's been in my head a couple days now. It will have multiple additions, and I'll try to keep them coming consistantly. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think - I'm new to this and insecurity is constantly threatening to scare me off. Hope everyone had a happy New Years!

jae

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own any of these guys.

One

On the first day, she learns they are her teammates. And as the one who's taken to being her self-appointed guardian said, she's so not in Kansas anymore.

The blank stare she offers him at this quip receives a disgruntled look in return, as if her confusion deeply disappointed him.

They tell her several things that day, but they began with the basic things, such as their names.

What she can't shake, though, is the unfamiliar feeling of devotion they all have for her. It makes her uncomfortable, only because she isn't accustomed to such feelings from anyone.

There's five of them that visit, and each and every one of them leave her feeling disjointed. Because if the love and concern that cloud their eyes when they look at her is any indication, then these five few must mean almost everything to her in return.

The lone woman, dressed head to toe in in black and vibrant clothes Ziva herself could never imagine wearing, wasted no time throwing herself at her and began talking so fast Ziva grew dizzy trying to keep up.

The young man who's name she was told was Tim put a hand briefly on the woman's shoulder to quiet her.

"Easy, Abby, you're going to hurt yourself talking so fast. Besides, Ziva's had a long couple of days."

The woman named Abby offered her a sheepish smile and hugged her tightly.

"I'm just so glad you're okay."

Perplexed, Ziva offered her a weak hug in return, and soon the woman, Abby, was escorted by the kind older gentleman that stood unobtrusively in the corner of her small room.

Later, the remaining men explain to her in a clearly brief and edited account what happened. Whether this was to protect her feelings, or the shadowing guardian's, she was not sure. Said man had remained hovering beside her head since she opened her eyes. He stayed silent and stared impassively out the one window near her bed through the entire account as the other two men narrated. With his head turned in it's current direction, she can now make out the faint, purple bruise that colors the area of his jaw and eye. She glances at him every so often to see his face stay unfocused, and his expression remain unchanged.

The older man, with the silver hair and the twinkling eyes, leans down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Rule number 52," He speaks gruffly, "Wait for back-up before engaging in combat with more than three armed men."

Her guardian, who has remained eerily quiet, barked out a short, derisive laugh.

"Didn't realize you were still adding rules, Gibbs."

The woman breaks eye contact with the older man to stare quizzically between the two, and Gibbs directs his next comment at her, responded quietly, "Gotta make sure you all stay safe, Tony here would never forgive himself if something happened to his partner."

The young man named Tim chuckled humorously, adding, "Or his wife."

Her eyes widened and snapped down towards her ring finger, and quickly over to Tony's.

Oh.

They told her that her name was Ziva. That, she was sure, she already knew.

The medical staff told her she was not recalling the last 15 years.

Looking around at the remaining men, these strangers, she could now confirm that was right.