Pride
A/N I wish i owned N.C.I.S. but sadly I dont.
This is my first fanfiction ever. It's not great but I hope you enjoy anyway.
You're back in D.C. which is what you wanted…Isn't it?
His words took her by surprise. How had he guessed? It was her eyes. He could always read her eyes.
She wasn't going to tell him why she didn't want to be back in D.C. She wasn't going to tell him why she wished she was back in Israel.
For four months she had worked hard to rebuild her life. And she had succeeded. Back on familiar turf, it hadn't taken long to re-establish herself as one of Mossad's finest. It was also satisfying to see the approval in her father's eyes. Despite everything Ari had told her, Ziva was still desperate to please her father and prove to him she was every bit as good as a son.
She had even started a relationship, ironically with her partner. But this time it was she, Ziva, who was in control. Michael was completely in awe of her and it felt good to be so openly admired, as a woman as well as an agent.
Ziva had tried so hard to forget Tony. Forget how they had laughed and flirted, watched movies together and shared pizza on Friday nights. She tried to forget the way they argued and their games of one upmanship and the way they always had each other's back no matter what. She especially wanted to forget how hurt she had been when he fell in love and his refusal to let her in when she tried to pick up the pieces when it all went horribly wrong.
Back at Mossad, Ziva had been able to regain her pride in herself and, once again, be true to her image. She was the tough, sexy ninja warrior that the world saw her as.
Then Vance had rung her father, told him that she was needed back at N.C.I.S. and the Mossad director, in a rare show of fatherly concern, had agreed to her return. Ziva was in turmoil. She had managed to convince herself that she was completely over Tony, that she felt absolutely nothing for him. But as soon as her father told her that she was returning to America all she could think about was getting back to him. She had known in that instant that Israel was no longer home. That home was one Tony DiNozzo. Four months of rebuilding and soul searching meant nothing. Michael meant nothing. She, Ziva, was going home.
But when she arrived at N.C.I.S., after the initial excitement of being reunited with Gibbs, Abby and McGee, she found that fate had one more cruel joke to play. Tony wasn't there. He was still thousands of miles away on the S.S. Seahawk. And Vance had no intention of ever recalling him. So once again, Ziva had to try to live without him. Only this time it was even worse. Everywhere she looked, there were reminders of Tony, from Abby's postcards, McGee's lost puppy dog looks, Gibb's quiet anger and, most of all, Tony's untouched desk staring at her every day, mocking her.
Yes, Tony was right, she didn't want to be in D.C. - at least not without him. But that was something she was never going to tell him. If there was anything she was determined to hold onto, anything she wasn't prepared to lose again, it was her pride.