A/N ok so those who know, I took a mini writing Vacation yesterday, and then had a massive vivid dream last night, which is this...I should never go to sleep thinking about how Ziva will leave NCIS.

I will be posting the first four chapters of this and then it will hit the rotation with the other stories, this is a WIP although fully mapped out. Also there are time jumps in the first three chapters. Small ones for the first two and 12 years for the 3rd...Also There is a tiny bit of TIVA if you squint. but if you LOVE TIVA and Ziva...This story may not be for you...

Disclaimer, I don't own NCIS, If i did...oh if I did...

Traitor

Chapter one – prologue.

Watching Ducky load her father's body onto the van, Ziva wiped her eyes and walked to her car.

"Ziva…you gonna be ok? I can get DiNozzo to run you home." Gibbs said his heart breaking watching the pain that an agent he regarded as a daughter go through, as her own biological father had died. From Gibbs' perspective, Eli David had not been the most attentive father, but with his teams' penchant for having unpredictable family members he knew in her own way she loved him.

He was right.

Ziva shook him off got in her car and drove. She went straight to the Israeli embassy and walked into the office of the security officer there. "I need a secure line to Orli Elbaz at Mossad." She ordered.

The security officer nodded and jumped to her request. It was unusual for Ziva herself to turn up and knew that this must be important.

"Elbaz." A sleepy voice answered, it was just past four am there and Orli had been sleeping.

"Ima…Abba is dead…" Ziva cried.

Orli cried with her stepdaughter. Only a few knew that Director David had married again, and he had married the head of the Kidon at that. Ziva's family hadn't been as messed up as Gibbs had been led to believe. Yes, Ari had been her brother, she had only met him twice as he was as he had told Gibbs the product of an affair between Eli David and a Palestinian woman…only, it hadn't been an affair, Ari's mother had been held by the Kidon until she had gotten pregnant and then an undercover Israeli operative had raised the boy to be the perfect killing machine and fall guy. If the Palestinians killed him, Israel could claim a reason to go to war; however as a child of the director with a grudge in the end he had become the perfect patsy.

Talia, sweet little Talia, Orli and Eli's only child had been killed in a bomb that Ari had planted. From that day on Ziva had gained her brothers trust and planned her revenge on the little sister she had loved so much.

Ziva's mother Rivka had left when she had learned about Ari, Eli had refused to allow her to take his daughter with her and had married Orli soon after, Orli and Eli had raised Ziva and loved her, She had, in-fact had a loving and stable upbringing.

"I know I have to continue with my mission, but Ima, I want to come home for the funeral." She asked.

"The Americans will be suspicious if you do not." Orli agreed "Arrange for the transportation of your father's body, my name cannot appear on any documents, I will meet you at our home."

Tony walked her to the plane and held her as she left "At Lo levad" he whispered in her ear, "You are not alone."

She smiled sadly and turned to the plane and walked off.

Three days, later after her father's funeral she sat in her stepmother's living room holding onto the hand of the one man she truly loved. Adam Eshel leant against her offering her all the support he could.

"You will need to come and take your role as the new Director of Mossad." Orli told her step-daughter.

"Ima, I cannot leave right now, if the American's knew what we have done there could be an incident, we need to find out who is responsible for my father's death," Ziva said.

"And we cannot have Ilan Bodnar as the Director of Mossad; your father didn't want that." Adam added.

Ziva smiled and kissed him, "I have an idea." She told them.

Back in DC, she quickly got back into the routine of being; quiet little Ziva, and following her old role. Tony had been more attentive of her since they had been to Berlin tracking down Bodnar, although there had been that rocky moment when Tony had been left out of the search for Bodnar by Ziva and McGee, but, from Ziva's point of view, McGee was not as good an investigator as Tony and by including one of them it drew suspicion away from her but still kept her true goal hidden.

She was sore and bruised, but being able to walk away from the car crash just after they had arrived back was a plus, Ziva would have been gutted if everything had gone wrong after that.

She managed to get Tony to drop her off at her apartment after lending him her car and she unlocked her door to the smell of a meal cooking.

"Ima?" she asked confused.

"Ziva, I heard Ilan hit you with a car, I was so worried, so I came here and I cooked." Orli told her smiling.

Ziva sunk into her chair, "It smells wonderful." She smiled.

"I didn't see your car out the front, where did you park?" Orli asked looking out of the window.

"I have given my car to Tony," she replied.

"And none of them suspect?" Orli asked as she placed the meal on the table and they sat down.

Ziva shook her head, "I had McGee help me track down Bodnar, he was so grateful to be included rather than Tony that he followed where I led him, Tony …well, Tony is Tony, he got suspicious when I met Adam in Berlin, I need to keep him close Ima, Tony is probably the only one who can stop us, well except for Gibbs, but I hear you have that in hand." Ziva said spooning potatoes onto the plate.

Orli dished up the vegetables and nodded, "I have left a small trail of breadcrumbs with a …How do they say? Blue-nose…in the DOD IG his name is Richard Parsons."

"Brown-nose mother." Ziva smiled, "I know I am fluent in American, but pretending to get my idioms wrong, just to wind up Tony has been fun, I will miss it."

"Well soon, Gibbs will be out of our hair, the team will be disbanded and you will be able to join up as the head of Mossad with no one any the wiser." Orli smiled, "And I can move back to Kidon, where I am happiest."

As they placed their badges on the desk, Ziva realized she was nearly done with her mission. The three agents walked down stairs and grabbed their bags, "Bar?" McGee asked.

Tony and Ziva nodded, "Drowning your sorrows after quitting your job is a tradition…No?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah." Tony said grabbing the box of his personal effects and his bag.

As the other Agents on the floor looked on shocked at the last of 'Team Gibbs' boxes of personal effects in hand walked for what could be the last time out of the building.