McGee-

McGee! Tim! It is you! I did not know how to stay in contact with people in NCIS or America, but now I do. Thank you so much, McGee. You do not know how happy I am to receive this message. Israel is beautiful, but…well it is not home. I miss NCIS. I miss everyone. I miss you and your 'geek' talk (No offense), Abby and her enormous hugs, Gibbs and his coffee, Ducky and his stories, Jimmy and his laugh, and even…my partner. My 'partner' here is not fun, he does not tell jokes, he does not do anything in a joking matter. Everything here is work and just work. I miss you all. Please, McGee help get us back. My operations that I am working here are nowhere near the level that I had back in NCIS. They are so strict, I am almost afraid that my days are numbered.I already had to witness someone in a Mossad Operative get shot, I could not take it. I already had to live through Jenny's death, why did I have to be forced to live through another agent's death? Regarding the relationship that my partner and I have…I will not reveal what happened that night, but I will say that it has changed both of us for the better. And no, do not assume.

-Ninja Ziva

p.s. Tell Abby I said "Hi" too! And tell everyone I miss them.

p.p.s. Is there anyway that I could get in contact with my partner?

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Ziva sighed and opened up the large, mahogany door to her father's office. He was sitting at his desk, scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper while yelling at someone on the phone in Hebrew.

"I do not care! Get him to me. Now! No, not later. Now! I have to go. I will talk to you later. Shalom," He hung up the phone, "Ah, Ziva!" He said, beckoning her to him. She sighed and walked over to him, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Tony had really gotten the better of her. He grabbed her roughly, kissing both of her cheeks before letting go of her, "Please sit, Ziva." She started towards the chair in front of his desk and she sat, staring at the flag behind his desk. An Israeli flag. She was too used to seeing the stripes and stars behind the desk instead, "I take it your plane ride was enjoyable, yes?"

Ziva nodded. She didn't want to talk to him. She was still upset that she was forced to leave Tony in the airport this morning, or yesterday morning she guessed. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She could still feel his last heated kiss he gave her, the one that caused half of the people in the airport to start a chorus of 'aww's and 'ooo's.

"Ziva? Ziva?" She had spaced out, "ZIVA!" Her father's booming voice brought her out of her daydream. She snapped her head towards him.

"Yes?"

"Ah, she speaks."

"Sorry, papa."

"Stop thinking about your time with NCIS. They did not appreciate your work….""Do not say that." Ziva spat, "They did appreciate my work. You do not know anything!"

"Ziva! How dare you speak to me that tone of voice!" Her father said, "Do understand that I am the director of Mossad."

"I understand that fully. And I am an NCIS field agent." Ziva said. Her father huffed, straightening his tie before pressing a button on his desk phone.

"Bring him in." He said in Hebrew. Ziva gave a confused look to her father as a man walked into the room. He was rather handsome, Ziva had to admit that, but Tony was a thousand times more handsome than this man.

"What is this, papa?"

"This is Maani," He pointed to him, "He will be your new partner on all operatives, Ziva."

"I do not want another partner." Ziva said, thinking immediately back to Tony.

"Ziva, I am very aware of your feelings for your partner back at NCIS. America has made you soft, but let me tell you this, Ziva," He got close to her, pushing a finger towards her, "You are not at NCIS, nor will you be going back there. They do not want you, that is why they terminated your position. You were not needed." Ziva abruptly stood up. She had never felt this way towards her father, she had never gone against anything he said, but this time, it was different. She had found power when she had been in Washington DC.

"I was needed," Ziva said, "And now, since I am not needed here, I will go back to my room without my partner." She turned back around to face her father, "Do not expect me to sleep with him, because I will not. I refuse." She said, turning back around.

"Ziva David!" He called, but she didn't turn around, she just continued to walk out of the room.

"Should I follow after her, sir?" Maani asked, staring after Ziva.

"No, Agent Abijah. Give her time to cool off. She has developed into something other than a Mossad Agent with her time in America. She just needs to realize where she really belongs, who she really is. She will come around." Eli said, even though he was furious at his daughter for talking to him like that. She would have to learn better.

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She had never stood up to her father like that. She had never. She continued walking, in a faster pace than she normally did, towards her room. She had to have one actually on Mossad property; she hadn't had enough time to rent an apartment, she hadn't even done a currency exchange. She closed the door to her room and locked it even though she knew that if her father sent someone after her, it wouldn't do her any good. She walked over to the sink in the small kitchen that she had, which consisted of a miniscule, dirty counter top with doors that were coming off of the hinges, and then a sink next to it. She grabbed a glass out of one of the cabinets, which, for once, was clean, and then turned on the water only for it to sputter, spatter, and then spit out a brown substance. Disgusted, she turned off the water and set the glass down, figuring that she could always get water from another place.

A mini refrigerator was shoved in the corner of the room, and there were spider webs as well as dirt all over it. The walls were splattered in different substances that she didn't even want to know what they were, and the small table and chairs in the other corner of the room was crawling with insects. Ziva shied away from it. She almost thought they didn't even bother cleaning up for her, or this was one of the places that they interrogated their victims. She shuddered at the though and wanted back into her apartment in DC. She briefly wondered where her sudden love for DC came from…or from who.

"Typical," She spat in Hebrew as she walked into the other small room, her bedroom. It barely fit the Queen double bed; there was only room left for a table with a crooked lamp on it. It had been the only clean room in the entire place, and she stared at the suitcase that was lying on top of the Israeli flag that was stitched as a quilt for her bed. Placing her bag down next to the suitcase, something she never carried, she opened up the suitcase. She had been in Israel for a few hours, and yet she hated it. She wanted to be back at home with Gibbs, with McGee, with Ducky, with Palmer, with Abby, with…him.

She heard a gun shot and immediately dropped to the ground, instinctively reaching for her SIG on her right hip, but she realized it wasn't there. Crawling like a panther, she made her way over to the side of the window in her bedroom, looking down on the Mossad training camp. She saw a body on the ground, and a couple of men dragging him out. Everyone else around him continued to do their duty, which apparently was an obstacle course. Ziva remembered that obstacle course quite well, but the sight of that man getting shot, obviously for not doing what they were told fast enough, quick enough, made her sick to her stomach. She had witnessed it before, before she had gone to the states, how could this affect her so much? Was it because of her 'family' back in Washington? Gibbs was more of a father than her own father was, but she would never admit that to Mossad. McGee was more of a brother than Ari was…she would never think of shooting McGee. It would be too painful. She almost thought that losing Abby would be as painful or more painful than losing Tali was, and she was a blood relative. She had already lost Jenny…her 'mother'…She backed away from the window and plopped down on her bed, her father's words running through her head.

"America has made you soft." She sighed and looked at her open suitcase to find a shirt that she didn't remember packing on top as well as a piece of paper. She stood up and walked around to the front of her suitcase, picking up the piece of paper.

Zi-

Thought you'd like this. You know, to have a piece of me with you. Have fun in Israel. Think of me, cause I'm thinking of you.

Miss you already,

Tony

She smiled, the tears coming to her eyes as she looked down at the shirt that was in her suitcase.

Ohio State Buckeyes.

She smiled again, the tears dangerously threatening to fall as she slipped it over her head, hugging herself and reminiscing in his scent. The smell of soap, cologne, and…Anthony DiNozzo. She walked towards the window, still hugging herself as she stared across Israel, "America has made me soft," She whispered, "But you, Anthony DiNozzo, have made me softer."

Cheesy, I know, but still…good, yes? Review! Please!