The Note

Cloudy and grey skies, instead of sunshine...

-Bitter and Blue, Michael Weatherly


This is probably out of character, but I feel like it could potentially be a thing. I mean, she's been to hell and back - let's be real.

Setting: It's probably around season 7/8 maybe. I'm not quite sure, I didn't really have anything in mind when writing it.


To whomever,

My life has not been easy. Through all I have been put through; the extreme training, the torturing of others, the missions I wasn't suppose to come back from - I survived them all. I escaped with a few scratches and maybe a couple of bruises. But, it comes to life now. I am no longer controlled by my father. I have many people who love me. I have a job that I love. Yet, I feel like I can no longer go on. I feel like this is the end. I'm not sure whether I have just reached the point in my life where everything is taking its toll, or whether I'm just no longer sane. But this is my end. Should anybody find this, please give it the MCRT at NCIS.

And I suppose this part should be to those at NCIS - Gibbs, Tony, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmer. You are all incredible people, and I'll never forget anything you've each taught me. I cherish the time that I have spent with each of you and I'm so glad I got the honour of meeting you all. Please do not mourn for me. This is for the best. I wish you all the best in life.

I suppose this is goodbye...

Ziva David.

21st August - 4.36pm.


DiNozzo was sat his desk, finishing up the last of his reports. All he could think about was Ziva's behaviour recently. She just wasn't her usual self. She didn't respond to his teasing, she hadn't threatened to kill anyone, she kept turning down people's invites to hang out and she'd barely spoke a word all week. It was upsetting him that there was something wrong with his partner.

He typed up the last word of his report, printed it, signed it then filed it away. He decided he would stop by a little 24 hour bakery he knew to get her a cupcake or something, then head to her apartment to find out what was wrong. Tony picked up his gear and headed down to the car park.

An elevator ride later, he paced over to his car and headed to the bakery. After some Ziva-like driving, he arrived at his location.

"Hey, Valerie!" DiNozzo smiled to the older woman. She'd opened the business up a few years back and he was her favourite regular.

"Tony! How are you, my boy?" Valerie walked round the other side of the counter and hugged Tony.

"I'm pretty good thanks, how about you?" He smiled his famous grin at her.

"A lot better now I've seen that smile of yours." She winked as she walked back round the other side of the counter. "What can I get you?" She started folding the box she always put her cupcakes in. Tony looked at the huge selection of cakes. He rubbed his chin, trying to think of which Ziva would like best.

"Can I get one of those," he pointed to a chocolate cupcake covered in rainbow sprinkles, "and I'll have a red velvet one for myself please." He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. Valerie proceeded to get the cupcakes and place them in the box.

"That'll be $2, my darling." DiNozzo handed her $5 and grabbed the box off the counter.

"Keep the change." DiNozzo winked and headed for the door.

"Oh, you do spoil me." Valerie quipped sarcastically. "See you next week."

"Will do." DiNozzo waved and made his way to his car to go to Ziva's.


DiNozzo balanced the cake box in one hand and knocked on Ziva's door with his other. When she didn't answer, Tony got slightly concerned. He placed the box on the floor for a moment as he got his bundle of keys from his pocket and found the one to Ziva's apartment. He picked the box back up and opened the door slowly. The apartment was dark.

"Ziva?" DiNozzo called out, still stood with the door open. When no one answered, he checked all of the rooms but she was nowhere to be found. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed an envelope on her coffee table. He walked over and noticed 'To NCIS' was written on the front. Fear shot through his body as he opened it up. After a couple of minutes of reading, he felt his heart drop at the contents of the letter. Ziva. Was. Going. To. End. Her. Life.

"Shit." Tony shouted to himself. "Oh fuck..." He continued cursing into the silence. He frantically grabbed his phone out of his pocket but paused as he decided how to handle this situation. He picked up the letter again and re-read it. The second time around he noticed the date and time that she'd signed at the end. That was today. Only a couple of hours ago. He scrolled through his contacts and dialled a number. The phone rang out or a few seconds.

"McGee, I really need your help. Straight away!" Tony yelled into the phone, his breathing ragged.


This is going to consist of two parts, purely because I didn't want it to be super long. I haven't really thought of what I'm going to write next, so if you have anything you want me to include just let me know! Thanks for reading! A review would be great!