Coming Home

(This whole story will be Ziva's POV)

Everything has been different since I decided to stay in Israel. Images of Tony haunt my dreams. I can't seem to get him out of my head! I could have had it all... I could have had love, a family, everything.

It really annoys me that I chose this

I've been living alone for the past while that seems like forever. I woke up this morning... It was early. About 5:00 AM. I got up and got dressed. I have been doing nothing lately. I couldn't go back to Mossad without my father there. It just didn't seem right. So I haven't done anything. "It's so lonely in here. There is nothing to do," I say. I can hear my voice echo throughout the house. It was quite lonely. I did practically nothing for the next few hours... Later, I went out and drove to my old friend, Tula's house. She and I talked for a while and she helped me make my new decision. I went back to my house I've been staying at and I start to pack up a few of my things. I pack some old photos, some of my father, some of friends, and some of people from NCIS... I stop at one and look at it. It's one of Tony. I bring it close to me and whisper, "I'm coming home, Tony..."