Love Letter
A/N: This takes place months after Ziva left. If this has enough of a positive response, I'll continue it. I'm leaving it open for now. Cote leaving and Ziva's loss as well hurts a lot. Maybe this can help.
Dear Tony,
Since you have returned home I have missed you every day. My heart hurts, but I know this is for the best for now. Give Abby a hug for me and have tea with Ducky once a week and smile at Palmer, not in the creepy intimidating way. McGee and Gibbs, well, I don't know. I want you to hug them, but you'll be head slapped. Tell them I love them. I will call.
For now, I'm living at a Kibbutz where I can be close to the earth and find some measure of peace after my whole life of violence. I am happy here. I'd be happier with you, but this is not for you right now. I work in the fields and pick olives when they are ripe and cook in our communal kitchens. It is peaceful. It is what I need for now. Look in the mail. I have sent everyone jars of my own cured olives from our olive grove. You'll have a little part of me with you.
I still miss Philly steaks with extra steak, extra cheese. So not Kosher...I love you.
Ziva