Reaching the first floor, the her sadness turned into nausea. She got Abby down the list, now it was time for Tim. He wasn't sitting on his desk. So she decided to visit the men's room, which she occasionally did in the past. A smile spread across her face, as she recalled that one time she went there and Tony was singing. That day they talked for real. But that's another story. She needed to talk to Tim now, not Tony.
"Ziva", McGee said casually, once her face popped in.
"We need to talk", she replied.
"About?", Tim asked, not caring that they were in the men's room.
"You might want to wash your hands first"
A small laugh escaped his lips and he walked over to the sink.
"So", he began once his hands got dry.
Ziva leaned her back against the wall.
"I'm leaving", she said and looked down.
"I know.. You haven't been yourself for the past weeks"
"That noticable?"
McGee nooded.
"And I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it"
"You don't have to hide anything you should know that by now"
"I do but I guess I am falling back into old patterns"
"I can't blame you after everything that happened"
"I'm sorry, Tim"
"It's okay, you just have to answer me one question"
"That is?"
"Will you come back?"
"I honestly don't know but I guess I wont"
"Does Tony know?", he asked and basically forced her to look up.
"Not yet"
McGee nodded.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to Israel for a little vacation"
"Am I allowed to visit you?"
"Of course, Tim", Ziva replied and smiled.
He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm going to miss you, Mossad hunting dog"
They both laughed for a second, then Ziva growled and both of them had to let go of each other before half colapsing on the floor.
"Do you know where Jimmy is?"
"Autopsy", McGee replied with a chuckle.
"I'm going to miss you", Ziva said and hugged Tim for the last time, before making her way out of the men's room and turning around to wave at him.
2 down, 4 to go.
