A/N: So this came to me the other day and it wouldnt leave me alone you know how plots are they wont get out of your head until they get written down. So i hope you like it... I need some feed back please tell me what you think I love hearing what you think. No flames please I'm sensitve... lol oh and i know there are gramaticall errors. I will get it fixed I swear it!

Ziva slumped down low in her desk and allowed her head to fall to it with a thud. She was a failure. Or at least that's how she saw it she was team leader and she had let yet another officer get injured while they where on an opt. Last time the officer was killed. This time the life was spared and she was merely shot in the shoulder but still had Ziva not taken the wrong turn then she wouldn't be in the hospital right now at all which reminded her she needed to get down there and check on officer Katz.

Over the past year since his death she had been distracted, it was hard for her not to miss him or think of him constantly. Especially when she has a little boy at home constantly asking when his father will be back from his 'mission'

"Officer David." A deep booming voice that belongs to her father and Director.

"Yes Director?" she asked lifting her head to meet his eyes. He didn't look angry like she thought he would like he should be but then last time this happened he wasn't angry with her just sympathetic he knew what she was going through having lost someone.

"My office." He said simply helping her get out of her chair she fallowed him to his office on the other side of the large room. She took a seat opposite to him when they arrived.

"How are you?" He asked making small talk.

"Fine."

"How's Caleb?"

"Fine."

"Ok enough small talk. Ziva I'm sending you to work with NCIS. In Rota, Spain."

"You cant do that Abba!" She half yelled looking at him in disbelief.

"ON the contrary my daughter I am director I will do as I please and I want you in Rota."

"But what about Caleb? What about him you and Ima are all he has left all that I have left we can't leave this place."

"You haven't even cleared his desk yet Ziva he's been dead for a year and you haven't cleared it out. I bet if I went to your house then all of his things would be just as he left them, you haven't moved on and you need to for you sake and your son's."

"That's not fair! That is not fair you don't know what it's like to have to tell your son that his father the person he worships is dead."

"You should have faced that long ago."

Ziva let out a humorless laugh. "You try telling a four year old that."

"Regardless you still have yet to get over his death. And it's beginning to effect your work."

Ziva let out a sigh he was right about that it was effecting her work. And he took the sigh as the sound that he had won the battle not that he didn't think he would. While she was his daughter she was also his subordinate and he told her what to do not the other way around.

"Fine I'll go to Rota."

"I'm doing this for you and my grandson. You need this both of you."

"I know Abba I'm sure someday I will thank you" She said sarcasm dripping off each word. "when do I leave?"

"One week from today, every thing is ready I have men coming to your apartment to pack your things and send them to Rota tomorrow. Pack things you need until then and your mother wants to see you before you leave she's cooking dinner for you tomorrow."

"What about a place to live?"

"That's already arranged I found you and apartment in a good school district that Mossad will be paying for. And there are plenty kids his age in the apartment complex."

Ziva nodded and stepped out of his office heading back to her desk. She saw that the rest of her team was there minus officer Katz. Ziva said nothing to them instead she went strait to Ezra's desk and went through the things that he had left behind. Nothing special really just a lot of office supplies and framed picture of her Ezra and Caleb. She picked up an empty box that once held printing paper and began to fill it with his things tears falling down her face as she did so. It had been a long hard year since his death.

She felt a strong hand on her shoulder and looked up, it was Joseph her best friend and former lover from her teen years. He smiled down at her and took the box out of her hands taking over the duty of packing the desk up. But before he could do anything she pulled him into a hard hug and kissed his cheek.

"I will miss you Joseph."

"And I you Ziva."