“Micah,” Tony called after his son with a laugh echoing in his voice. “Micah, don’t run off too far!”
Tony and Ziva watched as their son ran with wild abandon among the orange trees. He’d jump from time to time to see if he could grab an orange from the branches above him. The trip hadn’t been planned. Tony had woken up a few days prior and had an overwhelming desire to go back to the grove that he and Ziva had spent time in not that long ago. He had told her that he was fighting for her then, that he wanted her to come home with him. They had torn down walls that day. They poured...
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