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Ziva knew that she couldn't go back to work with him. Not after this. After she had literally given him everything, her heart, her body and her soul. How could she go and work alongside him, take orders from him and pretend that what they had had never existed. She couldn't. With that her mind was made up, she would stick with what she knew, and what she knew she was good at. One of the very best infact. She picked up the reciever and dialed a number committed to memory. After two rings he picked up as she knew he would. "Shalom papa". "Shalom zivaleh, to what do I owe the pleasure of a phone call at two in the morning?" "Papa, I want to come home. Back to mossad". The phone call lasted around 10 minutes, her father was happy but puzzled by her decision. Nether the less, she would be home in Israel by the evening, away from Washington, away from America, away from him.
She was lucky in respect of work as the team were not on call, and her father was going to deal with the complications of her abrupt departure. She did consider phoning the rest of the team, saying goodbye. However in doing so would create questions about her reasonings, which would eventually lead to a fallout and right now, she didn't need the drama. Also she knew that all of them would pick jethros side a million times over rather than her. With that she decided to pack, there was little she needed to take apart from clothes. She still had her house over in Israel that was still how she left it what felt like a lifetime ago.
She was all packed up within half an hour, her suitcase sat by her front door. She was sat in the middle of the floor staring despairingly at a photo of her and jethro. Small silver trails were slowly drifting down her cheeks in sorrow for the loss of her relationship. In the picture they both looked so happy, so carefree. She was smiling at the camera, her hundred watt smile beaming from her face. There was a dazzle in her eye that seemed to be forever present around him. Her right arm was wrapped around his waist, finger naturally hooked through the belt loop of his jeans. Her left hand was interlaced with his that was around her shoulders. He wasn't even looking at the camera. He was looking at her, basking in her clear happiness. Joy shining bright for the whole world to see for having the women in his arms. All of that was lost now. Never to be again. She wouldn't even see him again. With this thought in mind she grabbed a biro and scribbled on the back of the picture a message for him. She knew that tomorrow when she didn't turn up one of the team would turn up at her apartment. The obvious lack of her presence and essential belongings would let them know she had left. They would give gibbs the white envelope with gibbs neatly scribbled along the edge without opening it. Then he would get the picture and her parting message.
With a final visual sweep of her apartment she pulled her suitcases through the door. She turned and with a florish of her wrist she locked the door. The finality of the click of the lock momentarily making her heart pang. She pushed the feeling aside, determined that this chapter of her life was over. It was time to go, move on and forget that she had ever allowed such nonsense as emotions to take over her. She would be a mossad agent, a souless, emotionless person, who could no longer be hurt by those she chose to let in. This decided she left, leaving her departure unknown to her friends, family. Until the next day when she wouldn't turn up...