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A/N: One shot - period. Don't ask for other chapters. Simply just feelings that Ziva is having. After Aliyah. BEFORE Ziva gets kidnapped! ):
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As Ziva watched the plane take off from the plane base in Tel Aviv, she wished right away. That she hadn't said no.
She walked slowly without a word with her father to Mossad HQ. As they entered the large, air conditioned building, Ziva sped off towards her bedroom.
Her father just looked at her and walked back to his office to find her something to work on. He was going to torture her, she never told him about NCIS, so he was going to do it the hard way...
Ziva sat down on her bed and took out her wallet and tore through her credit cards and passport and stared down at the one picture she had of him, with her in it. Them, holding hands, together.
It was meant to be. As she lay down on her bed, she let go of her Mossad instincts and began to cry.
Tears streaked down her face like rain did on windows. She rolled over on her bed and threw the picture of her and Rivkin across the room at the wall.
Mrs. Rivkin. That's what he'd asked of her.
She'd refused, politely. Her heart belonged to someone else.
Someone who didn't know. Someone who she wanted right beside her, right there and then.
Tony.
She wanted, needed him back. Her damned father had ruined everything.
She let out a blood-curling, terrifying scream.
She hated her father with a pure passion. She'd been torn apart from Tony for four months. Reunited for a year, then, torn again.
Ziva's father payed no attention to her scream and began working things out with the people who were going to hurt - and then eventually dispose of Ziva.
Ziva curled up onto her knees and reached for her phone. She was going to book the next flight to Washington DC.
But, as she dug around in her pockets, it was gone.
Gone like Tony.
She looked around the room.
Glancing at the photo of her and Tony, she grabbed the nearest pen on the floor and wrote, 'I love you, Tony,"
And then, the world around her slipped into dreams.
Dreams of her and Tony.
Together, forever.
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