Ziva released a heavy sigh as she hung up the phone and placed it on the counter in the kitchen. She had returned to DC almost five months ago and while she would love tell anyone who asked if her return had been seamless and easy, it wasn’t. For the first six weeks or so was filled with trepidation and hurt feelings from those that she returned to. Tony had held her the whole night that first night, but she could feel the pain that she had caused him by not returning with him when he had asked her to ooze off of him in his sleep. The days that followed were filled with mending fences and...
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