Hey!

Firstly, I've never written a fanfic before so please don't be tooooo harsh. Second, I wrote this based on the spoilers we've received concerning Shabbat Shalom (Translating to Peaceful Goodbye) and Shiva (Meaning Seven Day Mourning Period).

I would love to hear your opinion no matter what, but please don't hate!

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own NCIS although I do love it with all my heart.

Hope you enjoy!

-Lana xx

Eli Eliminated:

The Sun blazed down, the burning heat almost unbearable. Boiling. Blistering.

Tel Aviv, Israel.

In 24 hours so much had happened.

Her father assassinated, that horrid flight to Israel, their father and daughter last peaceful goodbye in hospital, buzzing people everywhere and now the funeral.

Yes, the funeral.

The funeral that had just begun.

Surrounded by the highest form of joint NCIS and Mossad security, the gathering took place, Eli's simple wooden coffin centre front, a small vase of pale blue Izivalea flowers resting on top.

IZIVAlea flowers. Even that little detail bought tears to her eyes, threatening to overflow. Her father must've chosen them in the dead of the night in the meeting with the Rabbi that took place beside his hospital bed. Draped across his coffin, the Israeli Flag rested, belonging to the country he had served so hard, with so much dedication; it had been the object, the fascination of his life.

On either side, pure white flags billowed in a gentle thrust of wind. White was a colour of tranquillity. And peace.

Also on his coffin, was the only photo of her, Ari and Tali. They were gone. Her Ima was gone and now Eli really was gone.

She was the only one left.

The abrupt thought entered her consciousness; it was a tragic realization and as her mind processed it, Ziva felt utterly, forsakenly alone. The water in her eyes threatened to overflow. Physically, at the moment however, she was not alone. Hundreds of people were present at Eli's funeral, come to pay their respects for the Mossad Director. Everyone from Israel had acted differently around her; many cast her uncomfortable stares consisting of a mixture of emotions – pity, surprise, fear, intimidation. After all, she was Ziva David. The director's last living child, who had been betrayed by Mossad, tortured in a godforsaken desert, she had abandoned Israel for America, once part of the Kidon Unit and once, once the best damn agent and control officer Mossad had to offer. She hated it. She hated being in Israel. There were just too many mixed memories, 95% of them painful.

Beside her sat Gibbs on her right and Vance on her left. The rest of the team had not come to Israel, the principle reason being Vance had forbidden it. They sat towards the front, 3rd row to be exact, a prime view of what was taking place. At the front, the Rabbi was talking Hebrew and then the translation in English for international members. He was summarising Eli, a story of happiness and tragedy, of life and death belonging to a courageous man. She did not take in any of it; the words were lost on her. She remembered the man her father once was, a gentle kind hearted man, one with feelings. That was the happiest time, when Ari and Tali's hearts were still beating, innocent of life's cruelness. He has said so himself. Softly, she shook her head, attempting to banish the memories away.

The Sun continued to glare down, it's hot, smooth rays covering her skin, hugging her, the heat contrasting heavily with the cool tears in her eyes.

Her father had performed numerous unforgiving deeds in his life, but since Dearing had bombed NCIS, their relationship had been improving and it would've continued to do so without the interference of death. Once again life had taken away something precious of hers.

Her attention was bought back to present, suddenly with the Rabbi's gentle voice exclaiming it was time for the Kaddish Prayer. The funeral was flying past. She stood up, her gaze however, remained solidly fixed straight in front of her, her eyes seeing nothing. The Rabbi began:

'May his great Name grow exalted and sanctified'

"Amen" Ziva whispered, her lips breaking apart, with the funeral congregation.

'In the World that He created as He willed, may He give reign to His kingship in your lifetime and in your days, and in the lifetimes of the entire Family of Israel, swiftly and soon. Now say:'

"Amen. May His great Name be blessed forever and ever" Ziva automatically responded the prayer, forever etched into her mind, soul and heart.

'Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled, mighty, upraised and lauded be the Name of the Holy One,'

"Blessed is he" the mourners said, Ziva whispering in unison.

'Praise and consolation that are uttered in the World. Now say:'

"Amen" Ziva spoke softly.

'May there be abundant peace from Heaven and life upon us and upon all Israel. Now say'

"Amen" she said, the whispered word coming out broken.

'He who makes peace in His heights, May He make peace, upon us all and upon all Israel, Now say:'

"Amen." And with the final prayer, Ziva unwillingly let loose the heavy weight inside her and the tears finally came bursting through, rolling down her cheeks. They flowed freely, for she didn't care anymore. Her last biological family member had left her. Ziva felt Gibbs reach for her and she allowed herself to relax, letting the wrenching sobs out, safe in his fatherly embrace.

AN: Okay thanks for reading! Also yes, I did make up Izivalea flowers because I thought it was a beautiful idea. I am obviously not Jewish so please forgive any mistakes I made concerning traditions, I honestly meant no harm. I have more of this story planned out so if you want me to continue, let me know by reviewing. I may even take your ideas into consideration for future chapters!

-Lana xx