A/N: So this weeks episode was hilarious! I am so thankful that Tony has decided to start wearing his suspender gun holster things… for some strange reason, I just find them so attractive! And his hair… but I digress. I cheered when Ziva said she was out of Mossad and wanted to be in NCIS, but freaked out when Gibbs didn't sign right away! Of course I know why… but still. Next week's episode looks amazing too! I think we'll learn a whole lot more about Ziva's… "trip," and I just have a good feeling for a bit more Tiva action.

Disclaimer: It's late at night, I have to be up in six and a half hours for class, I'm too tired to think of something witty. Still no mine.

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Ziva stared at her computer screen for a moment, attempting to think of what she needed to say. She typed out the easy words Dear Father, though they hardly seemed appropriate for the message she needed to send.

She quickly hid the message away from Abby, and was extremely grateful when she didn't push the girls' night idea. This needed to get done now.

She took a deep breath and continued, letting the words pour from her brain to her fingers.

Dear Father,

First of all, you must know this is very difficult for me to write. Yet the only thing difficult about it is how to put the words down to describe how I feel without seeming weak or disrespectful. The decision that I have made was one of the easiest by far.

I will come right out and say it directly: I wish to resign from Mossad. In fact, not only do I wish to, I must insist that I do. I no longer want to be a part or in anyway belong to Mossad. Perhaps it is because of my time in America, but I am no longer a kill or an assassin. I am an investigator. That is who I have become, and I cannot return to who I had been, no matter how I, or you, wished it.

Do not regard this as a personal attack from me as your daughter to you as my father. You have never viewed me as a daughter since my joining of Mossad, and I should never have seen you as a father. Think of me only as one of your former agents, as I will think of you as my former director.

The only request I ask of you is to help me become a full-time agent at NCIS. This is the path that I have chosen for myself, instead of the path that was forced upon me. Please, Aba, if this is the one thing you do for me in my adult life, let this be it.

I had a lot of time to think of my life, what had happened to me in the distant past, what I hope to happen to me in the distant future. I do not any longer live with regrets. What I was taught, even by you, eventually led me to where I am now. Allow me to be happy, and allow me to figure out things on my own.

Ziva

She took a deep breath and leaned her head into her hands. She was surprised to find her palms wet with tears. Were they tears of joy or sadness? She was saying goodbye to everything she knew and what was familiar.

No. That's not true. NCIS had become her home. She learned a great deal at her time here, and knew she had a great deal more to learn. The severity of Gibbs, the quirkiness of Abby, the caring manner of Ducky, the geeky manner of Tim, and the… Tony-ish of Tony. This is what had become familiar. This is what she wanted to become home.