NCIS
On a Cold, Dark Night
storiesofdarkness
Summary: Tony sighed as he got up from his desk to go and tell the Director one of the most important decisions he'd ever had to make in his life.
Rated: G
Notes:
-I do not own NCIS, nor it's characters. I'm simply writing down what pops into my head from the series.
-This is my first NCIS fanfic. Reviews/Favs/Follows are much love, thank you for reading.
Outside it was raining heavily, the rain pounding against the glass that revealed the city around him.
He'd lived there for nearly ten years.
He thought that he'd stay forever.
But that was until Ziva had told him that she was leaving, and that she wouldn't be back. He believed her. He knew that she wanted to go back to her home country, to help, to do things there that she couldn't do here. He also knew that it was much more complicated than that.
With a sigh, he glanced around the office again, ignoring the stack of paperwork that was sitting on his desk.
He really had thought that he'd stay here forever.
But he wanted to stay with Ziva instead of his job.
Sure, McGee would miss the hell out of him, and Gibbs would be pissed-and hurt. His team would come to miss him from time to time. He felt guilt at the thought that not only had they lost Kate, but now they were loosing Ziva, and if he went…
It would likely tear them apart.
But they'd learn to do without him.
He couldn't learn to do without Ziva.
The woman of his dreams.
He shifted in his seat, casting on final glance around the place. He'd tour the building one last time, and then…
Tony sighed as he got up from his desk to go and tell the Director one of the most important decisions he'd ever had to make in his life.
End