DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never will be.

A/N: OMG...NCIS WAS AWESOME TONIGHT!!! (as usual)...

Ziva brought up the hidden letter as Abby walked off to the elevator. A night with Abby would've been really fun after all she'd been through, but at the moment, this was at the top of her priorities.

Dear Father...

What was she supposed to say? 'Thanks for sending me off on a suicidal mission that almost killed me?' 'Thanks for ruining my relationship with the people I trust?' No words could be put into this letter that would clearly explain how she felt. The man had left her to die, for Heaven's sake. It wasn't even Mossad that had sent the rescue team. NCIS had flown across seas to find her, even though they thought she was dead! It was her friends at NCIS that had sought vengeance for her, and therefore had worked up a case to send a team over to Africa.

...I have not spoken to you in a while...

That sounded right. The last time they had made contact was in May. Even then, Eli had said nothing more to her than how she was fulfilling her duty of finishing Michael's mission. He didn't even say he loved her...

...I am alive, in case you didn't know...

Was he even aware that she was alive? Did he actually think she was dead somewhere, rotting on the Damacles? Probably. He didn't even look for her. Gibbs did, though. Gibbs was the better father that she was fortunate to have now.

...NCIS found me. They rescued me from Somalia, where I've been held for the past four months...

Thanks for your effort.

...I've been reassigned here in Washington D.C., and I wish to stay...

Far from you, Mossad, Ari, Michael, the bombings, the violence, the death, the past...

...I have a home here, Father. Please respect that. NCIS has offered me a better life, one that you always wished for us to have...

One that you could never give us. One that Ari never got the chance to enjoy. One that Tali could never enjoy either. Out of the three children, I'll live my life for them.

...Mossad has always been my life, but I feel like I must choose what is best for me. In saying that, I hereby wish for you to...

Leave me alone...

...accept...

That I'm not coming back...

...this letter...

As the last thing you'll ever get from me...

..as my form of resignation...

From you forever.

...Shalom, Abba...

Ziva