Love
She ever realized how easy it could have been. After being held captive in Somalia, those were some of the scariest of her life. The comforts of being home in the US, and the comfort of having Tony, they weren't enough for her to feel safe.
Although she wouldn't admit it, she loved Tony, more than anyone she ever loved before. He had been her rock. She would tease him, as he would tease her back. But it wasn't enough. And almost everything had lost it's appeal to her.
She Wrote her note, and put it where he would find it. Sitting down on the couch and holding her gun in her hand, she got scared. Scared, that he wouldn't come find her. But it was Friday, their movie night. He would get suspicious. She started to cry, and the door started to open.
"Ziva, what the-?" "Oh, Tony. I can't take it any more. I love you. I'm so scared" He grabbed her in a hug. "Put it down, Ziva. I'm here, and you don't have to be scared. I love you too." She dropped the gun, and hugged him back, and then she cried into his chest. He subconsciously rubbed her back, and stroked her hair.
Eventually, she fell asleep. He picked her up, and carried her to her room. He placed her down, on her bed, and climbed in next to her. He rest her head on his arm, and put his arm around to hug her, but something caught his eye. A sheet of paper, lie face down on her night stand. It read;
If you find this, I am probably dead. Tony, if your reading this, I love you, and I will wait for you in Heaven.
Ziva David
He shed a silent tear.