Hello everyone! I am SOOOOO sorry for not updating in forever! I totally forgot about all of this! Anyways, recently, I also made a fictionpress account on .com . My penname is Nameless Notebook. I'm not allowed to post on it until after the New Year, but I would love it if you would find some time in 2012 to read my new story! I'll really need everyone's help to keep the story going.
On the other hand, this is an extremely short prolouge for a story that I think could work. I know it's short, but I think I can keep this one going. Please everyone, no flames, and I'll do my best to keep this story alive! Here goes nothing, hope you like it!
Disclamer: I don't own NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, or Rizzoli and Isles.
25 Years Ago…
"So this is goodbye," Ziva said to her best friends after they graduated. "It won't be forever," Callen promised her. "How? I am going back to Israel, probably Mossad," Ziva said sadly.
"Listen to Callen. It won't be forever," Jane said. "How do you know?" Ziva asked. "Here," Callen said, thrusting cell phones into Ziva's and Jane's hands.
"What's this?" Jane asked. "If any of us see each other again, you press 1. It's the only number it'll call. Keep it." Callen explained. Ziva smiled, but she still felt a little unsure. "If you say so," Ziva said doubtfully, grasping the cell phone.
"Thank you G," Jane said. The three best friends smiled at each other, enjoying each other's company. A few minutes later, they saw a black stretch lime with an Israel flag drove up to the curb.
"We'll see each other again, I'm sure of it." Callen promised, hugging her goodbye. "Yeah, what Callen said," Jane added, hugging her too.
Ziva smiled sadly before walking away. They both waved as Ziva drew the window down and smiled.
"We'll meet again!" Callen called as the limo turned out of view. Ziva turned away, struggling not to cry. As she was driven back to the embassy, she wondered if Callen was right.