Hearing the comment on what she had rated his butt, Ziva just shot him a look.
"I believe I docked three points because it was hairy. Besides... the team back home, we're family... It's different."
And that was all there was to it. Because Ziva was right. The NCIS team was more than just a team, they were a family. Goodness knew that Gibbs was more of a father to her than Eli had ever been. While once she might have been upset by that fact, Ziva really didn't mind it anymore. It was what it was and she wouldn't change it for the world. She would love for the rest of them to show up, but other than that? Well, she couldn't make them show up so there was nothing left to really do about it.
As Tony asked about how she killed the serial killer, Ziva sighed.
"Two by four before it was used on me. Back up knife for the rest."
Because Ziva always carried a knife. Rule #9 in Gibbs' rules, though Ziva had been following that one since she worked for Mossad. And it had saved her life. Had allowed to her get out of that warehouse alive. Still, thinking about it was an unpleasant thing and absently, Ziva's hand reached up and rubbed her neck where the chainsaw had nearly gotten her to decapitate her. That was the worst of it. To be taken alive and nearly decapitated just like her friend back in Israel.