Ziva sighed, a small tear drop rolled down her cheek. She had missed them, missed them all. NCIS, Abby, McGee, Gibbs, and even Tony. She missed Tony the most. Ziva wasn't sure why she missed him, after all he had been rude to her. She missed them and she didn't know why. After all, she had killed Ari for them, and they didn't care. Or if they did...Then they cared only about the fact that Gibbs was alive and Ari was dead. They didn't care how Ziva felt when she had killed her brother. How she had to explain to her father why Ari died. Of course she lied. Ziva couldn't tell the real truth if she wanted to live longer then tomorrow. After all HAMAS was going o kill her and start another war with Israel if they found out.
And so she sat, alone in her apartment in Tel Aviv. And she stared out of the window, still unable to comprehend the fact that her brother was dead. Dead because of her. As if it wasn't enough that her sister had to die.
Her sister.
Tali was only sixteen when HAMAS had blown up the market. Tali was unfortunate enough to die. She had her whole life in front of her. Motherly, compassionate, and caring. Ziva could always see Tali as a mother and a doctor. She had never expected that Tali wouldn't be a mother, that Tali wouldn't have a family. Maybe that's why it came as such a blow to the stomach when she died. Ziva had cried when she found out that Tali was dead. She wanted revenge, she wanted to kill Tali's killer and she had felt so powerless and weak when she couldn't.
And now...Ari.
Ari. How she hated the sound of the name. He was her half brother and she had killed him. There was nothing more to it. Or was there?
Ziva could no longer sit at her apartment, alone with her thoughts. She walked outside, yet the empty feeling in her gut didn't go away. She really missed NCIS. She wanted to work with them, she wanted to be a part of their family. A family she didn't belong to, a family she would never belong to.