Title: Friction Burns
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N - I apologize for the fact that this is a bit depressing ...
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At the sound of the doorbell, Tony paused the movie she was watching and, trying to think of who would be coming by his apartment at this time of night, went and opened the door. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the almost black, slightly bushy hair of the woman standing at the door. She looked up, and Tony could see that she had been crying.
"Tony" Ziva said, "I promised to tell you about those friction burns" Tony felt his heart stop. He knew what that meant and wondered what she was not telling him.
"Ziva, what's wrong?" he said, and ushered her into his house. She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Ziva, what's wrong?" she sat there for a long moment, and then she looked at him.
"He knows" she said "He knows… he knows that I..."
"Ziva, what's going on? If you tell me, maybe I could help you …
"My father. He's recalling me to Israel. As director of Mossad he's given me a mission. But the thing is that I know that no matter if I accomplish this mission or not I know I'll die trying."
"Why would your father give you a mission that would kill you?" she didn't answer.
"Come on, most embarrassing moment? First time you realized daddy wasn't perfect?" even though it was dark, the look she gave him was enough to let him know how close he'd hit to home.
"I came to say goodbye" she said. "My flight to Tel Aviv leaves in three hours.