"I told him I needed to start over, move on past everything but then he kissed me. I knew that I liked him but it was so much more. I have to go back but I can't yet." Ziva told Gibbs over the phone.

"Why not?"

"Because I must start over."

"Who said you couldn't do that here?" Ziva is silent. "You don't have to stay in Isreal. What's keeping you there?"

"I do not know."

"Then come home, Ziver. An old agent came by and McGee and DiNozzo wouldn't let her sit in your old desk." Ziva laughs.

"I made a new list and the first thing on it was to give up the badge."

"Never said come back to NCIS. Just come home, we all miss you." She smiles.

"I dont know Gibbs."

"Tony hasn't been the same since he came back. He's effected when you're not here with us. The team doesn't feel complete."

"I do miss everyone in D. C. but,"

"But what, Ziva? If you miss us come home if not then don't." She doesn't respond. "Call me when you make your choice." He hangs up the phone and throughs it to the side. He stands and walks out of the bullpen. No one was there but him. McGee and DiNozzo went out somewhere with Abby and Vance was home with his kids and he was still at work. Everyone's hopes were high that Ziva would come home soon.

In Isreal:

Ziva lies on the bed in the house where Tony found her. Gibbs was right, she needed to go home, to D. C. She could forget everything but him. She loved Tony and no matter where she was she would always love him. He was the one thing she could not forget from her old life and thinking of him only makes her even more sure that she can't live without him. Wheather it be as memories or in person she needs him.

In Tony's Apartment:

He was looking through old photos on his computer when his chat came up. He clicked it and smiled. It was her, she had finally contacted him. It had been about two months since he left her in Isreal and he was the only person she hadn't talked to. Her message was a simple two worded message that said "I'm coming". To someone who didn't know what happened in Isreal they wouldn't understand but he knew what she meant. He smiled, she was coming home. He didn't what convinced her to come back but he didn't care. All that mattered was she was coming home. His reply was just as simple, "when?"

"I'm coming" she repeated, "ten hours until I board." He smiled again. She'd be back by tomorrow.

"Where are you staying?"

"I don't know."

"Need a ride around?"

"Yes"

"I'll pick you up"

"See you then" he shuts his computer and lies back on his couch. He pulls out his phone and looks in his notes, specifically the one titled 'Bucket List' and clicks 'edit'. He deletes all of the numbers and the last set of words reading 'tell her' before retyping it as the first thing on the list and adding the numbers again. He saved the note and tossed the phone on the coffee table next to his computer, looking at the clock on his cable box. He'd pick her up in just ten hours. He'd have to leave at eight to get her at nine. He stood and walked to his bedroom.

"I'm gonna tell her when I get her tomorrow."

So I watched the second episode in season eleven again and I just had to write this. Tell me if you want more. This is only my second story so I hope everyone likes it. I just want Ziva back. Anyway thanks for reading, please review, I love to read them.

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