A/N - New story! Enjoy :-) And please r&r.
Ziva rushed from table to table trying to serve everyone what they wanted. She hurried over to the corner table where her friend Claudia sat.
"Ziva, we need to talk," she sighed.
"I'm a little busy right now. Perhaps later," She set down her friend's usual order.
"No, Ziva, I have waited to long already," Claudia's eyes were mournful.
Ziva sat slowly what had happened? This was not like her gentle friend.
"We have been friends for a long time. The past few years I have helped you box up old memories, sell your childhood home, and bounce from job to job. You are unstable and its because you are running. You do not get to decide the life you live, Ziva. You must take what it gives you and use it to move forward. This is not who you are anymore. This is not your home. You are trying so hard to fit in a place where you no longer can. You do not belong here. You know where you should be."
Ziva's mind spun as she took in all that Claudia had said. It was true all that her friend had said was true, it was just so hard to accept. She was afraid. Afraid of how easy and how much she trusted people now. Afraid of how easy it would be now to dive headfirst in love. It terrified her. She no longer belonged in the country she grew up in, but in America. Could she do it? Could she handle being an agent again?