A/N Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter.
This chapter is to the song 'Home' by Michael Bublé.
Chapter 2: Home
Ziva walked out of the bathroom, now rid of all the dirt and muck that had accumulated on her skin that day. Rubbing the towel against her hair, she sat down on the chair in the corner of her room.
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Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Maybe surrounded by
A million people
I still feel all alone
Just wanna go home
I miss you, you know
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Being in Mossad, she had been flying to various countries since her return to Israel. For weeks she had been working, no breaks.
She didn't want them.
She knew that by stopping, she would end up think about him.
Not that she didn't think about him. She thought about him all the time. But when she had work to do, she could distract herself from him.
She just wanted to be with Tony him again.
Her feelings for him had increased since their separation. As the famous quote said, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'.
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And I've been keeping all the letters
That I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
'I'm fine, baby, how are you?'
I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
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She looked over to her bedside table. A pile of unsealed envelopes sat there, teetering over. There was already a smaller pile on the floor next to them – they were the older ones.
Words couldn't do her justice. She wasn't a writer. She was a fighter. No matter how many other books she read or how much inspiration she tried to summon, she could never do it.
She got up and went to the window. Outside people were walking together, hand in hand, laughing with each other, leaning in to one another…
What if he found someone else?
Not that it was likely. He was on a ship. But what if somehow he got off and managed to return to NCIS in DC?
Then she really would be alone.
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Another airplane, another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far
From where you are
I wanna come home
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When she had first joined Mossad, she had considered herself lucky in a way. Traveling the world, helping her country, saving lives, even if sometimes she had to take them.
She didn't know why the team had been separated. In a way, she didn't want to know. But still, they could have been moved so that they were within a few hours of each other. Instead, they were on opposite sides of the world.
Ziva talked to McGee every week. She emailed him, telling him that she was still alive, how much she wasn't enjoying where she was, how much she missed him and Abby.
She never mentioned Tony. She couldn't. She end up letting something slip. Like what she said to him just before she left.
"I love you."
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And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And then I know just why you could not come along with me
That this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
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Her partner, Michael, knew that she wasn't always focused. He would often intervene so he could do the job, while she sat back and watched.
She hadn't spoken to her father in a while. He just kept assigning her different missions, sending her away.
He loved her, she knew that. But maybe, she thought, if he loved her enough, he would send her home.
It was sad that it had taken the death of a team member and being reassigned to get Ziva to admit how she felt to Tony. And now that she had, she hadn't heard a thing.
In the past, he'd nearly always been there for her. Always behind her, making sure they wouldn't be surprised. Even during the case where she had become involved with a suspect, he had still tried to make her feel better, for the most part.
No-one knew how now when Ziva was home, she would stare at the phone, waiting for it ring. Waiting for Tony to call.
He never did.
She had to get out of here. Leave Mossad. Return to Washington.
See him again.
Suddenly, the phone did ring. She picked it up, not sure what to say.
Then the obvious answer came to her. "Hello?"
After a quick conversation, and many 'Really?'s from her end, Ziva hung up, grabbed her bag from next to the door, and ran out.
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Let me go home
I'm had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
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A/N Okay, it doesn't fit perfectly with the lyrics, but yeah.
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