Okay, so here's the awaited sequel, that many people threatened to kill me if I didn't write, for Club Killer. So if you haven't read that, you will be completely lost. So if you DO want to read this, then go and read Club Killer first…okay! Here we go! (Oh, and the title means 'welcome home') :)

135 days, 23 hours, and 3 minutes, that's how long she'd been gone.

Tony had been counting, and much had changed since Ziva had been sent back to Israel by her father. Director Vance gave in and told Tony that Director David had sent her back for a 'rehab session', but he still couldn't believe that. I mean, what rehab session took 135 days, 23 hours, and 43 minutes? Wait, that was one minute ago. It's now 135 days, 23 hours, and 44 minutes.

"Hey Tony! Tony! Hey DiNozzo!" McGee yelled into his ear as he sighed and opened his eyes to turn at look at him.

"What? What do you want?"

"You done sketching? I'm done bagging and tagging and Lindsay's done snapping photos. If you're not done sketching, you really need to pick up the pace."

Tony scoffed, "Shut up, probie. No one asked for your opinion."

"Fine. Whatever." Tony watched as Lindsay came bounding up to McGee, placing a kiss on his cheek. He rolled his eyes and wanted nothing more than to go into a corner and die. Lindsay and McGee had hooked up about 12 days after Ziva left, and Tony still had the sinking suspicious feeling that they did it just to bug him. Because everyone was naturally out to get him. To make him suffer. First Travis, then John, then Ziva's dad, and now McGee and Trace. At least Abby still liked him as well as Ducky and Gibbs, as much as Gibbs could like someone. However, since Ziva had been gone, Tony had noticed a softer side of Gibbs towards him. Even McGee started to make fun of him! Gibbs, out of character, he knew, actually stood up for him. Sure, it wasn't much of a comeback, but Tony appreciated it nonetheless.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done." Tony said, "Let's go." He said, getting into the car, "Probie. You drive." He said as he chucked him the car keys.

He was about to get into the car when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw his boss standing behind him, "Boss?" he asked.

"You okay?" he questioned, concern evident in his icy blue eyes.

"I've been better." Was his response.

"Noticed you didn't finish sketching."

"Yeah…sorry about that-"

"Don't worry about it." Gibbs said as he smiled and walked away to join Ducky, who was loading the body.

Damn, that was weird. Tony thought as he got into the car. Lindsay giggled at something McGee said, and Tony rolled his eyes, wanting nothing more than to get out of the car.

Now.

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"Abs, you got a number yet?" Tony asked as he walked into the lab. He had to admit, if it was at all possible, he got closer to Abby during the 135 day, 23 hours, and 52 minutes she had been gone.

"No!" She moaned, "I've failed you!" She said, flinging her arms around him, "Again! This is the 135th day, 9th hour, and 5th minute that I've failed you!"

"Actually, Abs, it's been 135 days, 23 hours, and 53 minutes." He said, giving her a sad smile, "But you've never failed me."

"Aw, you're so sweet, Tony, but no. No, no, no, this is unacceptable. I hate myself for it." She fumed, crossing her arms as she turned away from him.

He sighed, "We've got another case, Abs."

"No!" She yelled, "Just to make my day even worse! I can't find the number again, and I have something else to keep my mind off of Ziva. Not cool. I need to focus my attention on getting her back for you, not anything else. And I don't care what Gibbs says, but this isn't an A team with her."

Tony smiled, "Who? Lindsay?"

"Agent Trace…I'll give her something to trace! How about her outline on the floor after she's been brutally murdered with no forensic evidence?"

Tony laughed, "She's not that bad, Abby. Just take away the fact that's she dating McGeek, and you've got yourself one good agent."

"See, that's what bugs me! He's too good for her! It's just not fair, Tony."

He looked at her with eyes that only Ziva could read. Eyes that could depict every emotion he was feeling, "Nothing in life is fair, Abs."

"You're right. I shouldn't talk about fair with you. That's just not fair." She turned to pointed at him, "No pun intended, though."

"Look, Abs, isn't there some other way to contact her besides a phone number?"

"If you could somehow get Director David to let her talk to you in MTAC, then yeah, you can. But the possibility in getting that to happen is like a billion gazillion to one. Unless you really really really suck up to Vance. But let's face it, Leon doesn't like anyone. Why do you think that he broke you three up in the first place?"

"Yeah, I'm still bitter with him about the whole 'agent afloat' scheme of his."

"Exactly! Have you tried talking to Gibbs?"

"Abs, Gibbs is a whole new person. It's crazy! He asked me how I was doing and actually told me it was okay that I didn't finish my sketch for him."

Abby furrowed her eyebrows together, "Weird. But you know what else is weird?"

"What?"

"That McGee doesn't understand why I am upset about him dating that Trace." She shuddered as she walked over to her 'fridge', "I don't understand what he sees in her. She's not that great."

"Abs, You just don't like her cause she's dating him. Just get over it. McGeek can take care of himself."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, pulling out an extra Caf-Pow before slamming the door closed, "Well then get over Ziva!" She demanded, and Abby could see and almost feel the hurt, "Not so easy, is it?" She asked, shoving the Caf-Pow at him. He took a sip just as she took a sip of her own. They were glaring at each other.

"So you're saying you're in love with McGee?"

"So you're admitting you're in love with Ziva?"

"Yes." Tony said, "I am in love with Ziva. Are you in love with McGee?"

She thought for a moment as she sipped her Caf-Pow, "I'll need to think about that. With music." She glanced at the clock.

"Tony!" She exclaimed, "Look what time it is!"

Tony glanced at the clock and realized that it was the exact time that Ziva had left. Tony pulled out the Star of David, which he wore around his neck. It was Ziva's; she had given it to him as a goodbye present. He held it out and they both held on to it before reciting the Tefilat HaDerech, the Hebrew prayer for those who were on a journey. It was the best prayer that Tony and Abby had found that related to Ziva's experience. One, because she was on a journey, on a journey back to NCIS, back to Tony.

"I better go, Abs." He said, softly, and she nodded.

"I'll continue to look, Tony. Movie night tonight?"

"Just like always. You want Chinese or pizza?"

"Pizza. We had Chinese last night."

Tony nodded, "I better go. Bye." He said, sipping his Caf-Pow as he walked out of the lab, holding Ziva's Star of David in his hand. What are the words? He thought, What are they? I know I read them in the book, they were the first thing I looked up…besides 'Bon Voyage'… oh yeah!

"Ani O'hev O'Tach, Ziva."

He looked down at his watch.

136 days and 5 minutes without hope, dreams, happiness, smiles, love.

136 days and 5 minutes without her.

And one thing that Tony knew was that he didn't like Déjà vu, and he wasn't talking about the movie either.

Yes, Tony did just drink Caf-Pow.

Yes, Lindsay and McGee are now dating.

Yes, Ziva is really gone to Israel on rehab session. (Which has gone on too long)

Yes, Tony has Ziva's necklace.

Yes, Tony knows Hebrew. (Is learning it)

Yes, Tony is slowly replacing Ziva with Abby.

Yes, You should review.