This is my first FanFic, so be gentle! You guys should definately review and lemme know what you guys think and what I can do better.
Tiva pretty much makes my world go round. ^_^
Reviews are wanted!
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"Ducky!"
"Oh! Hello there, Ziva! I expect that Jethro has sent you down here to ask for my official cause of death for Petty Office Stone here, correct?" the medical examiner said as he set the scalpel down on the tray beside him.
"You know him too well, Ducky," Ziva laughed. "He has sent me here for that purpose, but I assume you have not determined it yet?"
"You would be correct, Miss David. I haven't the slightest clue why Jethro thinks that within thirty minutes I would be able to determine the cause of death of this poor fellow. I mean, with the rigor mortis already starting to set in and the severity of the wounds and the fact that Mr. Palmer has gone missing once again. I never--"
"I really should get back upstairs, Ducky," Ziva interrupted. "Gibbs did not seem like he was in a good mood and I do not want to get on his bad area."
"Bad side, Ziva. You don't want to get on his bad side," Ducky chuckled.
"Right," Ziva said, trying to make a mental note of yet another American idiom. "I will talk to you later, then, yes?"
"Of course! I am quite positive that Jethro will send you back down here very soon to check on my progress," Ducky said, reaching for his scalpel.
Just as Ziva began to walk towards the Autopsy doors, he set the scalpel back down. "Ziva?" he asked, removing his gloves and smock to walk in her direction. "Would you mind if I asked you a slightly personal question?"
Ziva's face took on a worried, confused expression, but she quickly masked it as she turned to face Ducky. "Of course, Ducky!" she exclaimed. "You may ask me anything you would like. You do not need to ask my permission," she added with a small chuckle.
"Why are you going back to Israel?" Ducky asked, staring directly into the Mossad officer's eyes.
This time, the shock could not be masked from Ziva's face. "Wh-What are you talking about, Ducky?" she stammered. "I am not going back to Israel. I love it here at NCIS. Going back to Mossad is the last thing I would even think of," Ziva quickly said, adding a chuckle for good measure.
Ducky laughed slightly as he watched Ziva fight to keep her composure.
"Ziva," he said. "I may not be fluent in Arabic, but I am competent enough to understand the conversation you had with your father yesterday. You are leaving NCIS to return to Israel, and soon if I am not mistaken. Why, Ziva?" Ducky asked, concern filling his face.
"Ducky…I…It is complicated. I simply feel that my time here at NCIS has come to an end. I should have left years ago. Ari was killed and with that, my job at NCIS should have ended. Israel is where I belong, not here." Ziva said, her eyes looking at the ground to avoid the medical examiner's stare.
"But NCIS is where you belong," Ducky said softly as he lifted her chin up to meet his gaze. "We all love you, Ziva. Jethro, Jenny, Timothy, Abigail. And Tony" he added, still holding Ziva's gaze. "Without you here we--"
"Ducky!" Ziva exclaimed, more anger in her voice than intended. "I am sorry," she said softer. "There is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me. The ticket has been bought and in 5 hours I will be boarding a flight back home to Tel Aviv. And the only people who know are Director Shepard and yourself. You cannot change my mind!" she said, struggling to keep her voice below a yell.
"Ziva! Wait, please?" Ducky said as he watched Ziva turn around a walk briskly towards the Autopsy doors.
"I said you cannot change my mind!" Ziva yelled as she slammed the elevator button and waited for it to take her back to the bullpen.
"And people wonder why I choose to talk with the dead," Ducky muttered as he walked towards his desk. He picked up the telephone and quickly dialed the number.
"Anthony? Yes, it's Ducky. I need you in Autopsy right now. No! Do not bring Jethro. I must speak with you privately."
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"Agent DiNozzo!" Cynthia said, running around her secretary's desk towards the large doors Tony was storming towards. "You can't go in there!"
"Watch me!" he yelled, grabbing the door handle and throwing it open. "What the hell, Jen?" he yelled, rage filling his face. "Ziva's--"
"I'm sorry, Director," Cynthia stammered, head peeking into Jen's office. "I tried to stop him, but…"
"It's fine, Cynthia. I was expecting Agent DiNozzo very soon. I'll call you if I need anything," Jen said, still staring into Tony's rage filled eyes.
As Cynthia shut the door, Tony resumed his outburst. "Ziva's going back to Israel tonight and you didn't think to tell us?! You didn't think we'd want to know that a member of our team is leaving us to go half way around the world?!?!? What the fuck, Jen?" he yelled, slamming a fist onto the desk.
The Director let a small smile curve her lips and he took off her glasses and stood up, walking around the desk to Tony. "Somehow I knew you'd find out about this," she laughed. "Who was it who told you? Ziva wouldn't tell you. It was Ducky, wasn't it?" she laughed. "That man cannot keep secrets," she added, chuckling.
"Cut the shit, Jen!" Tony yelled, resisting the urge to shake the Director's shoulders vigorously. "Why the hell weren't you going to tell us? Were you just gonna to let us wait a few weeks until we thought she was dead and then casually mention she had gone back to Mossad? Is that it?!" he yelled, turning his back and walking away from here, trying not to loose all of his cool.
"Tony," she said calmly. "Ziva didn't want any of you to know because she knew you'd try to convince her to stay. She didn't want all of you badgering her and begging her to stay. She made the decision to go back to Israel and she will be leaving tonight."
Watching Tony pace back and forth, shaking his head and muttering under her breath, Jen walked to her chair and began to rifle through her desk drawers.
"Ziva wrote each one of you a letter," she said, pulling out a stack of envelopes tied with a small piece of string. "I was supposed to wait--"
"She left us letters?" Tony interrupted, walking briskly towards the Director. "I need to see mine," he said, reaching for the stack of letters in her hand. "Please, Jen?" he added, looking into her eyes.
"As I was saying," Jen said. "I was supposed to wait until tomorrow when she was back in Israel to give them to you all, but seeing as Ducky was unable to keep this quiet, I suppose I can give you your letter."
"Ohmygod!" Tony said breathlessly as he went to snatch the letters. But the Director was too fast, pulling them out of his reach.
"You must swear on your badge that you will not so much as whisper a word about this to anyone," she said, her face stoic as she pulled Tony's letter out of the stack.
"I swear!" Tony yelled, grabbing the letter from the Director's hands and tearing it open. In Ziva's elegant, cursive handwriting, he read the note.
My dearest Tony,
By the time you read this, I will be back home in Tel Aviv where I belong. It is because of this that I feel I can finally say what has been haunting me for years.
I love you, Anthony DiNozzo. In fact, I think I am in love with you.
You have no idea how many nights I lie away in my bed, dreaming of you. Dreaming of kissing your soft lips. Dreaming of lying in bed with you, lying kisses from your mouth down to your toes. Dreaming of feeling you inside of me as we slowly make love. Dreaming of feeling you thrust into me as we both reach climax in a session of the hot, wild, animal sex you always claim you can do. Dreaming of our legs tangled together as we sleep next to each other every night.
But those dreams will never come true. You are a funny, talented man and I am nothing but a cold-blooded assassin. That is why I am leaving. Because I know you will never see me as more than a partner, and that is simply too painful of a life for me to live.
I love you, Tony. I always have and I think I always will. I'll see you in my dreams, even though you will never see me.
All my deepest love,
Ziva
"Jen," Tony whispered silently. "I need to go to the airport. Now" he added as he thrust the letter into his breast pocket and ran out of her office.