ok, another post Aliyah (i know, I know like there's not enough of these already I soooooo wasn't going to do one but my resolve broke sorry! Anyway i like to think mine is a little different . . . or maybe not, you decide!) not sure about the rating of this usually i write smutty ms so don't really understand other gradings so let me know if this is ok it's, pretty violent so well there you go you've been warned now anyway! right ok i think that's everything let me know what you think though cause I'm not sure about this at all! m xx
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Gibbs glanced up from his paper work, peering over the top of his glasses at Tony who was once again staring blankly at the empty desk in front of him. "DiNozzo," Tony continued staring ahead, "Hey! DiNozzo,!" This time Tony jerked around to face him,
"Woah sorry boss. I was just . . ." his voice faded and the forlorn expression that had been firmly attached to his face for the past two months returned. Gibbs sighed,
"Go home DiNozzo."
"What? Why? I, I haven't finished my reports."
"Yeah and you're not gonna tonight, go home, try and . . ."
"What? Forget it?" Tony snapped at him, Gibbs raised his eyebrows in shock saying nothing while fixing his icy eyes on the other man, Tony squirmed uncomfortably-instantly regretting his harsh words.
"No, try and get some rest."
"Oh, right, sorry boss. I didn't mean to" he sighed and turned his gaze back to the bare desk, "I just, I miss her. I miss her so much." he admitted; he didn't even mind saying it out loud. He was miserable and he knew that everyone was already aware of this, it didn't matter if he finally confirmed his feelings. Gibbs nodded silently before dropping his pen and leaning back I his seat. Tony spoke again" Do you think she really hates me this much? But she hasn't been in touch with anyone. You said she'd be in touch when she's ready, when will that be?" He turned pleading eyes towards Gibbs, desperate for a concrete answer. All he got was a slight shake of the head,
"I don't know DiNozzo," he replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty that Tony had never heard before which unnerved him; causing the bullpen to fall quiet. After a few moments he rubbed his face and stood up,
"I guess maybe I should just go home." he stood up slowly and slung his rucksack over his shoulder, "Night boss," he said softly as he shuffled towards the lift. Gibbs watched as he left, the cocky strut was gone, the childlike glee with which Tony had exuded was a distant memory, the playful banter his team had once enjoyed also long since vanished. At one time these things had irritated him, leaving him feeling like the father of an unruly group of kids but now he would give anything to have it back; to have Ziva back, to have his unquestioning trust in her back. He didn't want to admit it to Tony but really, Gibbs had no idea what to think, didn't know when or even if they would hear from her again. If he was honest-he didn't expect they would and with each passing day, week and month the chances became slimmer and slimmer. Maybe he wasn't doing them any favours by refusing to move on, leaving Abby, McGee and Tony waiting in hope of hearing from Ziva and instead should just hire a new team member and wait for Ziva to fade into their past. Vance was constantly sniffing around them, complaining that their productivity and case closures had taken a dramatic fall, pressurising him to choose someone to fill Ziva's spot. But then as soon as he so much as glanced as a prospective new agent he knew that it would take more than a good aim to take Ziva's place on their team but he had to do something, something had to change. He sighed and stood up, deciding if there was still no word from her in a week he would start seriously looking through some files, thay had waited long enough.