A/N Hey guys! SO this is my first NCIS fic, I started writing it ages ago but I only just got around to uploading it now, soooo.. tell me what you think.. like if it should be continued 'n' all! OMG GOIIZZZ I MISS ZIVA:( oh yeh and JENNY ISN'T DEAD IN THIS FIC!

And I don't have a beta yet (if anyone wants to volunteer..) so bare with meh 0.o

Enjoy all xx

Jenny nodded solemnly to let Tony DiNozzo know that he could get back to work.

"So?" McGee asked.

"What did the director want?" Ziva asked almost childishly.

"The director didn't ask to see me, I wanted to have a word with her," Tony answered directly, not beating around-the-bush like usual.

Tony looked back down at his work without another word, leaving McGee and Ziva to look at him...suspiciously. Gibbs waltzed into the squad room, as usual he said "What you got?"

Just then Jenny entered the bridge. "Case closed," she announced, "The FBI just took Justin Smith into custody, turns out both Special Agent Seely Booth,and your MCTR were looking into the same person of interest; the FBI apprehended him an hour ago, all of you are free to go home," Jenny said with a tired grin.

Abby had just heard the news (undoubtably from McNewsreader) and had come to join the team with Ducky and Palmer in tow.

Without another word Tony decided to up and go as quietly as possible, only to be stopped by a soft, delicate hand on his arm.

"You have to tell them", Jenny told Tony.

"Tell us what?" the team chorused loudly, Gibbs loudest of all.

At Gibbs' sharp tone, Tony dropped his bag to the floor, he looked at all his co-workers confused, questioning faces.

"Tomorrow at 1900, I'm leaving for," after a short pause he continued," I'm leaving for Baghdad," said Tony not looking his co-workers in the eyes.

Gibbs stood stock still, Ziva looked to away with an odd sort of flame in her eyes, Abby covered her mouth with her hand and McGee silently collapsed in his seat.

For a short while the silence was unbearable. But it was soon broken by the least expected person.

"Why are you leaving?" whispered Timmy, as if he talked louder he would hurt his teams ears.

"Well, I've learnt a lot over the last 10 years of working with Gibbs, and with my experience and background in undercover ops.. I was given the opportunity to lead a new faction of agents liasoning between MI9, NCIS, CIA and the FBI, its specifically an anti-terrorism unit," smiled Tony.

"So, your leaving NCIS tomorrow", asked Ziva casually.

Tony nodded but didn't say anything, he looked down quickly, there was something about the way Ziva looked at him. He gathered all his possessions, only to be stopped by a sharp slap on the back of his head. Tony spun around and saw Gibbs standing behind him, with an unusual expression on his face.

"And if Jenny - sorry Director Shepherd, hadn't stopped you.. when would you have mentioned this?" Gibbs asked dangerously softly.

"Well, I probably would have come in for a short time tomorrow and then told you", Tony explained trying to figure out what the look in Gibbs' eye was.

Tony slowly turned around, attempting to leave once again when Abby finally spoke, softly and very slowly.

"So thats it.. you just going to leave, no discussion - nothing."

Before Tony could even formulate an answer Ziva snapped...

"Of course he is Abby. He is a DiNozzo after all.. and you know how the saying goes.. when the going gets tough, the tough get going."

And with that she storms past Tony and disappears into the elevator.

Tony doesn't think twice about following her, not really caring that the rest of the team wasn't quite done with him. Tony feels the anger surge up within him, oh so she gets that idiom right, he thinks, all the while secretly happy she said something so hurtful, it will be easier to leave her that way.

He runs to the emergency exit, down the stairwell and manages to reach the ground floor before the elevator. When the doors open, they reveal a very furious and surprised looking Israeli.

"You know nothing about my family." Is all Tony can think of saying.

"I'd say I know enough Tony.. I mean you spent so much of your life trying not to be like your father that you didn't realize that the two of you are exactly the same," She yelled.

"My fathers decisions were different -" Tony's voice begins to rise.

"HOW WERE THEY DIFFERENT!?" Ziva cuts him off.

"MY FATHER LEFT AN 8 YEAR OLD CHILD TO LOOK AFTER HIS CANCER-RIDDEN LITTLE SISTER AFTER THEY JUST LOST THEIR MOTHER - I AM LEAVING A FULLY FUNCTIONAL GROUP OF ADULT PEOPLE THAT CAN COPE WITHOUT ME." Tony yelled back.

The silence that followed was overwhelming.. Zivas mind was spinning at Tony's slip-up, he mentioned a little sister.. one which hadn't been in his file..

"You're right Tony.. we don't need you now, we never did," was Zivas reply.

Tony eyes filled with hurt despite his earlier comment, suddenly a bitter smile took place on his face, "No, I guess you have Gibbs, he's all you've ever needed anyways right?"

"Right" Replied Ziva, taken aback by the implication of his words.

Without another word Tony spun on his heel and left, there was no longer anything to hold him back.

A/N SO what'd yer think? It gets better I promise, like he's not gone for good yeh.. it would be hard to do a TIVA fic without Tony... that would just make it an IVA fic.. ok I'm obviously tired.. but hey Merry Christmas everyone!

R&R

Aliyah516 xx