Sorry for the wait, I was slightly reluctant to write this chapter.

This will be the last chapter of this story. It is my first time ending a story so it mightn't be the best and I know that and I'm not 100% happy with it so any feedback is apperciated. It also more skims across everything and doesn't go into great detail which was what I wanted to do, but I don't think I have done it right.

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

When Ziva watched as the doctor check her stitching and the IV needle along with her heart rate and general heath from an observational point of view, she knew that the doctor was avoiding telling her something. She felt her heart sink.

"Have you heard anything?" Ziva asked. The doctor went about his usual business, not so much ignoring her, more choosing not to answer her.

"Please. Have you heard anything?" Ziva asked in a more demanding tone.

The doctor brought a chair next to her bed and sat next to her, "Ms David," He said, "How close were you and Aaron?"

"Ziva," Ziva corrected - she didn't want to be called by her last name, at least not with Ms in front of it. Then she paused to think. Her and Aaron's relationship was based on his honesty and her lies, but that time when they were being held hostages, he had forgiven her.

"I am his girlfriend," She stated, it wasn't too much of a stretch.

"He was shot, three times in the chest. The bullets missed his heart but the damage was too extensive. When we got to him he had already lost a lot of blood and there was a lot of damage to his lungs. We did all we could; but we could not save him," The doctor explained, "I am sorry,"

The doctor saw her bottom lip quiver and her eyes begin to fill with tears. He walked out leaving Ziva. As soon as the door shut she allowed the tears to fall.

Missed his heart. Extensive damage. Lost a lot of blood. Could not save him. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. He was a subject of a mission. She had never been on a mission, but she knew better than to fall for the guy she was meant to be getting answers from. She hadn't known him long enough to quite fall in love; but she was well on her way. It felt as if something had been ripped from inside her. It hurt more than the knife that she was stabbed with piercing through her skin. It hurt more than anything she had felt before.

The door opened and her sister walked in, "Ziva?" She asked.

"Yeah, Tali?" Ziva replied wiping her eyes and looking at her sister.

"Are you okay?" What a stupid question... Did she look okay? Ziva smiled as well as she could and replied, "Yeah, I will be fine,"

Tali walked over to the hospital bed and climbed onto it - being careful of the needle in Ziva's hand and the stitches in her arm - lying next to her sister. Ziva held Tali closer and tried hard not to cry - if her father saw her like this then the knife may have well have killed her.

"Is Abba here?" Ziva asked after a while.

"Yes, but Ima doesn't want you to see him. Neither does Ari," Tali replied softly. Ziva nodded.

Right then and there, Ziva decided that it was too painful to fall for a guy and then loose him. She promised herself that she would never ever fall for another guy ever again. It was a childish promise to make but she didn't like this feeling. She didn't like feeling alone - it was a feeling she felt often; but this was different.

She also promised to protect her sister's innocence as best she could; she would never let anyone lay a wrong had on her.

Her mother walked in and saw her youngest daughter comforting her eldest. It was a sight she never thought she would have ever seen. Ziva rarely ever seeked comfort from anyone; but she guess that if she were to seek it from anyone it would be from Tali.

The next few days had past quickly. She had the needle removed from her hand and was looking healthier; but she detached herself from everyone - only specking when spoken to and no other time. She was locked in her own world.

The first night she was allowed home she went straight to her room. When her friends came to see her she said she didn't want to see them and locked herself in her room.

That night she dreamed of his hands against her body. She woke up only to start crying that it wasn't true.

The next day was his funeral. She shut herself down and sat in the back row. Not revealing any of what she was feeling, not talking to anyone. Once the ceremony was over, she went back to her house. She had talked to his parents. Her father was pleased to meet her, his mother; not so much.

The day after her mother sent her and Tali to their father's house while she worked. She still had stitches in her leg and the stitches in her arm, but the ones in her arm came out the next day.

When Ziva found out she was going to her father's house, she stayed up all night perfecting the mask of no emotion that she had invented over the past few days.

The day went just as quick as the rest of her time out of hospital had and before long she was walking into her mother's house, experiencing the feeling of déjà vu. Her and her sister walked into their rooms and walked back out - they were empty.

Tali looked at Ziva and before either had a chance to say anything, Rivka walked out from her room, "We are leaving in the morning, I have immigration approved. Pack what you want to take," She said.

Ziva looked at her mother, "Why?"

"Because I am not going to let your father use you like he did," She explained.

"What if I don't want to leave?" Ziva said.

"Then I will pack your stuff for you and make you get on the plane," Rika told her.

Ziva stared at her mother before putting the bag she held on the floor and sitting on her bed, arms crossed.

"I want to stay here with my friends, my brother, and Abba,"

"Ziva he set you up for this,"

"No he did not. Ari would have told me. You can leave. I will be staying right here!" Ziva exclaimed.

"Ziva, I have talked to people. They think the same thing. I want you to have everything packed by the end of the day so I can pack the car first thing in the morning," Ziva stared up at her mother and she stared back.

Ziva registered a knock at the front door but neither made an attempt to go answer it, Tali did. When she brought their guest to Ziva's room they saw it was Ari, "Rivka, everything is ready, I have transferred your money and all. All you have to do is go over there," He said.

Ziva's eyes shot over to her brother. Before she had a chance to say anything her brother spoke, "It is for the best Ziva. You need to focus on your studies and while Eli is here training you, that won't happen," He said.

Ziva gave a defeated sigh and walked to her wardrobe, roughly opening door - being careful not to rip her stitches - and slamming them shut. If this is what she had to do; she would make it painful for all of them.

"We leave after you have your stitches out tomorrow morning," She heard her mother say.

Ziva had had the stitches out and was now waiting to board the plane to America. She was glad she had chosen to take English lessons. She sat next to her mother, ignoring her even though she was trying to make conversation. She only spoke to Tali when necessary. This would not be an enjoyable experience, and she would make it less enjoyable for her mother.

Sorry to anyone who liked Aaron, but I saw it necessary to be able to carry on to the sequel more effectively with the way I want to write it. (Please don't hate me too much)

Also sorry for the weak ending, I have never been good at ending stories at school or anything, it is something that I am going to have to work on.

I'm not sure when the sequel will be up, it shouldn't be longer than a few months but that depends on what happens.

This being my first story, I didn't know my writing style well - but I do now.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, added to your alerts or favourites and putting up with me, it has been apperciated and I hope that you will read and like the sequel when I have it published. Thank you.

Reviews Please :D