Chapter Thirteen

Tony walked into the bullpen, late. He set his bag under his desk and set the coffee he had gotten for Gibbs on his desk. He knew at 10:00 their silver haired boss was done with his second coffee for the day and would need a third. McGee sat at his desk reading, waiting for a case to come in. Other than that, the bullpen was empty.

"McGoo where's boss man?" Tony glanced at McGee.

"Director's office." McGee didn't even look up.

"And Ziva?" Tony glanced at Ziva's desk

"Didn't come in today." McGee glanced up at Tony. "She called and then Gibbs went to the director's office. Been up there since-" McGee looked at the clock, "well for over an hour now."

Tony's heart dropped, "is Ziva okay?"

"She said she wasn't feeling great today. Really tired." McGee shrugged.

Tony looked at Ziva's desk. "I hope that's all that's wrong."

"Same here Tony." McGee glanced up as Gibbs came in.

"Come on, we got a case." He grabbed the coffee from his desk quickly tossing the previous one in the trash. "Thanks DiNozzo." He grabbed his badge and gun then grabbed his hat and lead the two guys to the elevator.

"Boss, did Ziva say anything other then how she's tired?" Tony anxiously asked his boss following him into the elevator beside McGee.

"Not really DiNozzo." Gibbs took a drink of his coffee and pushed the ground floor button.

Tony prayed Ziva was okay.

"One to Tel Aviv." Ziva walked up to the counter. "First class, please."

"Sure." The person behind the counter rang up the ticket, "any luggage?"

"One and a carry on." Ziva placed her bags on the scale. No added price for the bags, like Ziva planned.

"Alright here you go." The attendant handed Ziva her ticket after she paid. "Leaves at 12, gate 5."

Ziva nodded, "Thank you." She walked to the area near gate 5 and sat in a chair. She looked out the window and sighed.

Running away from your problems won't help Ziva. Ziva yelled at herself in her head.

But I need to get away. Ziva yelled at the other self. I can't. Moving back to Tel Aviv is what I need to do. Gibbs promised he wouldn't tell the team yet. And Vance promised he would find someone who they'd like to replace me.

Are you sure moving to Tel Aviv is the best way to go?

"Yes. I'm leaving America." Ziva whispered. "For good."

A/N: I'm so sorry its short. I wanted to end here as a cliff hanger, and I'm sorry for the delay in updating. I had a bad writers block which is finally gone! Plus I was overflowed with school work. So enjoy!

EDIT: I fixed this to where it is Vance. I apologize for having the typo there lol. I was up late and watching early NCIS episodes. (Kate era). So enjoy and I will update asap! THank you!