Note: First of all, I just want to say that the navy is great. The fact i put Tony on a pretty corrupted ship is just because it makes a better story, no reflection on the actual ship, that's why i don't name it. Second of all, I wrote this the day school started so it's not as light and fluffy the rest of my fics (both of them). Oh yeah, and this is my first multi chapt fic and it's gonna be a 3 shot, which is like a one shot, but three times longer. This one is Tony, then Ziva ,then McGee. There will be a little Tiva, but more in like the 2nd and 3rd parts. This more deals with Tony and i really liked the idea that he gets kicked of the ship because he's so good at what he does that he pissed everyone off. Maybe not realistic, but i liked it. I really like reviews. Just saying.

Exoneration part one

That Good

Tony leaned his head on the window, reveling in its cool touch. His eyes drifted towards the slowly shrinking vessel in the distance that had been his home for the past eight months. He had arrived racked by the guilt of Jenny's death and left without it. The Agent Afloat position had provided Tony with, not absolution, but something else he never could have had in DC. Time. Time he used to accept and let go.

Had he been surrounded by constant reminders of what his mistakes had cost, he probably would never had fully recovered. However, with the relative isolation of the ship, he had come to terms with his choice and the results, and that meant it was time to return to where he belonged.

He was going home.

Shortly after his arrival at his new station, Tony had thrown himself into his work with a passion even he didn't know he had possessed. The tireless days and nights were usually followed by semi comatose states in his cabin. A normal NCIS agent afloat would have spent his or her time casually patrolling; only becoming involved if there was a pressing need. Tony wasn't normal. He was driven by anger and guilt, emotions that drove him to bury himself in his work. The expression of these emotions released the pressure that had been building on his psyche since he had burst into that dusty diner thousands of miles away. In the process of expressing his anger, he managed to trigger it in many others. Within the first two months, he had uncovered a prostitution ring and gambling ring.

The majority of the crew were less than pleased.

Within the next month, he had confiscated large amounts of various narcotics. A few of the crew became discontent with an internal affairs agent in their midst, particularly such an efficient one. Tony had taken away some of the few pleasures they had aboard their ship and they were resentful of it. Even the captain, grew wary of the NCIS agent constantly searching for illegalities on his ship. It also damaged his ego that this newcomer had found so much that had been right under his nose.

The captain had decided after the fourth month to begin the campaign against Tony DiNozzo. The plan was easy. Praise him to anyone who would listen.

Tony was awarded every commendation the crew could think of and each and every one was reported directly to the SecNav. It was annoying for everyone involved to say the least.

Tony swore that they would have awarded him the Medal of Honor if it would get him of their ship. He knew of it of course, and the possibility he could get re-instated to his old team replaced his old motivators which had slowly begun to run dry.

And so continued that constant flow of appreciation and the gushing compliments and the sentiments that he was too good to waste on a single ship. He was such an asset that he should be returned the NCIS headquarters in DC immediately where he could reach his full potential.

That road had led him here, a heli-pad in DC. The helicopter came to the ground with a sudden jolt. Tony carefully disembarked and was greeted by the familiar sight of Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"Welcome back DiNozzo." Gibbs seemed thinner, perhaps paler, but still mostly the same.

"It's good to be back," He paused, "Boss." Tony smiled for the first time in what felt like months. They turned and began to walk towards the building side-by-side.

Smack.

"Ow," He rubbed his head. "What was that for?" Gibbs smiled.

"For old times sake DiNozzo. For old times sake." Tony returned the smile.

It felt good, really good. The old Tony was back, and he was home.