Hey here is the next chapter, a bit short but i didn't want to make it any longer, cos sometimes you just don't need to add anything... Anyway thankyou very much to everyne who reviewed they are all wonderful!

Chapter 3

It was over, they said their goodbyes and now she was on a plane. A plane that would take her far away from D.C, far away from the people she loved. Saying goodbye had hurt, but what could any of them do? Jenny was dead, and Vance was splitting up the team. Making Ziva a dead-woman-walking.

She couldn't go back. She couldn't go to Israel. There was no where for her to go. She couldn't go to back to her home country, and she couldn't go back to her true home, in Washington. Would it ever be safe to return?

She had a plan, if you could call it that. She had told no one, although no doubt Gibb's probably knew what she could do. She had a fake ID from Abbey; her new name was Aimee Abigail Buxton. Abbey had wanted to call her Lisa, from McGee's novel, but Ziva had put her foot down. So she had suggested Aimee, it apparently meant beloved in French. And Abigail "So you don't forget me." As if she would forget any of them – especially Abbey.

It had been a fight to get Tony to let go, he wanted to come with her. And there was no way she would put his life in danger as well as her own.

Her plan was to go to France, Paris, where she had a safe house that she and Jenny used. No one else had known about it so she could stay there until she figured out what to do, in the long term. Paris was familiar and she spoke French and Belgium French fluently, so she feared her father would look there, but she doubted he would think to look in Paris, it wouldn't cross his mind, he would think she would find somewhere knew.

And she would be alone, so very alone.

She thought back to saying goodbye to Tony in her apartment, just as they had found their love…

"I am sorry you cannot come with me." She murmured.

"Don't apologize -"

"It's a sign of weakness." She finished for him, she smiled slightly.

He took her in his arms, "I'm going to miss you so much." He whispered in her ear.

Tears welled up in Ziva's eyes. "I love you Tony."

"I love you too Zi, more than anything."

A tear escaped her eye, as did his.

"What time is your flight?" Tony asked.

"Not until about 11:00am tomorrow."

"Oh."

"I'm going to miss you." Ziva said to him.

He looked at her, "As soon as we start this, we're forced to be apart…"

"I know, three years, seeing each other every day…"

He stopped her with a kiss. It started softly, but soon became more passionate, and hungry for more.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked Ziva.

"I've been ready for almost three years," She'd replied, and he'd carried her to the bedroom…

She sighed, her heart hurt, knowing she might never see her again. She had given him a number, one number to call in case of extreme emergencies and only very extreme emergencies. It was the number to one of her new cell phones, and even if he did call she told him she wouldn't pick up, but that he would have to leave a message. And reluctantly he had agreed.

She had ten minutes until she landed in Paris, ten minutes till she began running, running and not knowing if she would ever be able to stop.

I realize it wasn't particularly exciting but it'll get better i promise! So in the meantime reviews are wonderful and more than welcome, feedback of any type is good!

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