"Your Liaison Officer position has been terminated, you've been reassigned, you go back to Tele viv in tomorrow" Those words... they hit Ziva David like a bullet; unable to speak or think, she nodded her head and exited the office. For the past 4 years she had been part of the NCIS team as a Liaison Officer. At first Ziva had come from the Mossad agency in Israel with the intention of stopping NCIS from catching a killer, but after being deceived by her own people and a change of heart, she pledged her loyalty to NCIS and had been extremely loyal and devoted ever since. Now she had orders to leave, leave her beloved home and return to the agency who had caused her agony, and that would probably do it again. Ziva was heartbroken and conflicted, although she didn't show it. She was not the type to mope, but was a strong, independent,brave and courageous warrior. Always clever and ready to fight she was. And so while sitting at her desk, she had a look of focus and concentration on her face, pondering and meditating on what would happen, on what would be her future. 'I do not want to, but... I must go... It is my duty... If I truly belong here, then I will return, I must go...' These thoughts screamed inside Ziva's head. The desks around her were empty, the rest of the team had gone in response to a dead marine while Ziva stayed back to talk with Director Vance. "This doesn't need to be harder than it already is," Ziva said aloud. She wrote her team a note and left it on her desk, gathering only her backpack, gun, and jacket she headed for the elevator.. Stopping short from the elevator she looked back, taking in one last look at the prestigious NCIS badge that she had left along side the note. "If I truly belong here, I will return..." And with those words down the elevator she went.
