It's a little idea that came to me when watching the season finale; I finally decided to write it out – even though it is a bit late. Please enjoy; your reviews would mean the world as well. :D

His basement was empty for the first time in years; but he knew that that wouldn't last for too much longer. Too much had happened, regrets were piling up and things were turned upside down.

The next day he went out to buy the wood and soon after the basement was full again. Sounds of sawing and sanding filled the confined space as sawdust rose from the ground. The clatter of it all eased his mind.

The progression came quickly, the base was set that same day and the rest followed soon after. He worked hard to complete it; taking out his frustration and worry on the wood with each passing day.

It was his release for work wasn't the same anymore; each time he stepped off the elevator he was reminded of everyone and everything that he had lost, and it hurt. His team wasn't the same; they still got their work done but the lacked the enthusiasm and spirit that had become a defining factor for them – they lacked a certain Israeli Mossad Officer who tied their team together tightly.

His fingers clenched around the chisel in his hand as he worked to carve out the name on the front of the nearly finished boat. Wood scraps fell to his feet and he gently nudged them away as he concentrated on making the edges perfect. It had been weeks since he started the boat – it had also been weeks since she had left – and he still didn't feel any better about the entire situation.

He threw the chisel against his work station once he was satisfied with the words on the boat; the resounding clatter of tools on tools caused a small veil of amusement to spread throughout his stoic form, but it was short lived as he sucked in a breath staring at his boat.

His gut rolled in that familiar churn and he finally realized just what it had been trying to tell him all those weeks he'd spent in his empty basement. He stared at the engraved name; tracing the five letters in wonderment as it all pulled together before his eyes. He was slightly pissed that it had taken him so long to realize it.

The name read "Ziver"; and it was in that moment that he realized she wasn't okay.

DONE and DONE! I am a little bit proud of myself; I've written two things in a week – that's more than I have done in a long while – and I couldn't be happier. [Well I could; if they'd, ya know, decide to play the season premiere RIGHT NOW. Or maybe just tell me everything is going to be okay. XP]]

Yeah!