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Ziva paused, holding the shámash above the eighth candle.
In the window, she could see the reflections of her team behind her, who had come every night of Hannukah to light the menorah with her – even the third night when they’d caught a case and only had time to stop by her apartment before all heading off to their separate tasks.
In this moment, surrounded by these people, she felt more at home than she had in a long, long time.
A hand touched her shoulder.
“Everything okay?” Kate asked, softly.
Ziva smiled, and lit the last candle. “It’s perfect.”
THE END