So I've had this idea for a while, ever since, like the second chapter of this story…basically, I take one line from each email that they write to each other and write an extra 'side fic' that's based off of that email. Get it? Maybe? So the quote in bold italics is the quote that I am going to put in my story. I'm putting the entire email in here as well as kind of a refresher. So I hope that made sense, and I hope that you enjoy!

Ziva-

Hey Ziva, it's Tim…uh…McGee….Elf Lord…Probie….just wanted to see how you were doing, you know, since Vance broke up the team. Abs isn't taking it very well, not even Caf-Pow will cheer her up! What's it like in Israel? I haven't been there in a while…is it still really beautiful? I miss you and your death threats, seeing your smirking face walk into the bullpen…I even miss Tony and his stupid movie lines! I even miss being called probie,can you believe that? All the people down in Cyber Crimes call me 'boss'. A little scary, if you think about it. I think that they all just think I'm going to shoot them because I am the only one down there that's actually been on the field and knows how to handle a gun. I even miss Gibbs yelling at me to do what I'm told…well, actually. I do do what I'm told. I guess I miss Gibbs yelling at Tony to tell him what to do. J I even miss Gibbs' head-slaps, am I going crazy or what? I swear it's the cyber units. I do! Is it warm in Israel? It's freezing down in the sub-basement. I miss you guys something fierce, I need you guys back! I know that complaining to you isn't going to do anything, but I might as well give it a shot.

-McGoogle

p.s. The night we got split up, I saw you and Tony heading home together…care to explain?

p.p.s. Abby says "Hi."

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Timothy McGee blinked a couple of times as Vance said those horrible words to Ziva, "Officer David, the liaison position with NCIS is being terminated. You're going home."

Home.

She was home. Washington DC was her home, no other. McGee couldn't believe it. He wanted to glance over at Tony, to see his reaction, but he decided not to. Things were already horrible, and by knowing that Tony had obvious feelings for Ziva, he didn't want to feel worse than he did if he looked at Tony's face. He looked at Vance's instead, in pure shock. He didn't look like he was finished.

"McGee," Oh god. Was all McGee could think. Where could he possibly send me? Please say forensics at least…. "I'm moving you across to the Cybercrimes unit. You'll be working with Officer Hollsworth starting tomorrow." McGee almost sighed. He was still in NCIS. Without his two best friends, he knew that…without his teammates. Teams work together, not in separate areas of the country. Maybe Vance won't do anything to Tony…Maybe he'll be able to stay…McGee thought, but the look on Vance's face proved that he wasn't done destroying their lives.

"DiNozzo."

"Sir," Tony spat, annoyed. But, who wouldn't be? He just found out his Ziva was going back to Israel, thousands of miles away from him.

"You've been reassigned. Agent afloat, USS Ronald Reagan. Pack your bags, you fly out tomorrow." McGee wanted to wake up from this horrible dream. This couldn't be happening to them, could it? He wished it was a nightmare, but everything was just too real. He could see the anger pouring off of Tony's body, ready to lunge at Director Vance. McGee hated him already, he was breaking them up. Sure, Tony was annoying, but it just wasn't a team without his 'DiNozzo charm'. And Ziva…she was…great! He could see Tony's hands ball up in fists as he glared at the Director. Vance picked up file folders and started towards Gibbs.

"Gibbs." Vance said.

McGee had almost forgotten about the gray-haired man standing next to him. Gibbs turned his head silently to the director, showing Tony his obviously annoyed face. They shared the same look before Director Vance gave him the folders, "Meet your new team."

There was a deep breath that was taken but not released from the room. They all stood still, none of them breathing, none of them moving. The anger was flowing off of everyone's bodies as Vance nodded at them before turning back around to sit down in his desk, "You're free to go now. Officer David." He called her. McGee managed to take a look at Tony, who was staring at Ziva.

She didn't say anything, she just glared at him. How could he do this to her?

"You fly out tomorrow just like DiNozzo. Pack your bags." he handed her a piece of paper with flight information. She sighed and then took it before turning back around and stealing a glance with Tony, "DiNozzo." Vance called, handing him his flight ticket, which Tony snatched out of his hands. They all started towards the door, but Vance stopped them, "David, DiNozzo, McGee, leave your badges and SIGS on your desks in the squadroom. I'll come and pick them up when I'm down there." They didn't say anything, they just walked out of the Director's office, past a confused Cynthia, and out of the room. They were in a single file line, Gibbs in the front, McGee behind him, Tony behind McGee and Ziva in the back. Gibbs felt as if a thousand little eyes watched their humble team walk down the stairs, wanting to kill Vance. The four agents all went to their desks, Gibbs throwing the files down on top of his desk while sitting and placing his head in his hands, wondering where the hell he screwed up. McGee sighed.

"Well, I guess this is it." He said, before starting towards his desk. Tony and Ziva stopped in the entrance to the bullpen and stared at each other. McGee looked up and noticed their look. It was almost as if they wanted so badly to jump each other right then and there, but they didn't have the nerve to do it. They broke their gazes unwillingly and stared towards their desks. The boxes came out, and they both slowly started putting their belongings into them, the sadness pouring off of their faces. McGee knew that the trip to LA had really scarred the two of them. For all he knew, it was like Paris for them. The pictures of Ziva in her bikini showed him that…the pictures. He pressed a couple of buttons and brought them up, printing them out as sort of a 'goodbye' present for Tony. He knew he'd like them. He pulled out a package of envelopes he had in his drawer and placed the pictures in them, sealing it and scribbling Tony's name on it. When he had finished packing up his belongings, and he was ready to go, he noticed that Tony was only half-way done with his, and Ziva was done, napping on her desk. She's waiting for him….McGee thought as he walked over to Tony's desk. He stood in front of it for a while before clearing his throat.

"Hey, Tim." Tony said, looking up at him, his eyes wet with tears. He had been crying, or trying hard not to.

"Hey, Tony. Look I…"

"It's not your fault. It's my fault. If I had just listened to Ziva and tailed the Director, Jenny would still be alive and we wouldn't be splitting up right now!"

"Tony, it's not your fault!"

"Don't say that, Tim!" Tony yelled, causing Ziva to stir. He gave her a longing glance before turning back to McGee, "What?"

"I…I wanted to give you this." He said, handing him an envelope. Tony just stared at it.

"What is it?"

"Pictures. For your cabin on the USS Ronald Regan."

"Of what?" McGee looked down and then pointed his head at Ziva. Tony quickly took them and opened them up, staring down at her in the bikini, "Come here, Tim." Tony said, and McGee hesitated before walking over to him. He was engulfed by a warm, tight hug, patting him on the back before letting go, "Thanks."

"No problem. Look, I'll miss you, Tony."

"I'll miss you too, Probie."

"Tony! Timmy! Tell me it isn't true!" Abby cried, running into the bullpen and flinging her arms around the two. Her eyes were full of tears, her make-up streaming down her face. Abby's insane crying woke Ziva from her small slumber, as she lifted her head off of her desk, straightened her dress, and then walked towards the three. Gibbs appeared behind Abby, and Ziva gave him a sad smile. He just nodded back.

"Abs, I'm still going to see you…" McGee breathed, trying to get her off of him and get circulation back into his lungs.

"I know," She cried, "But what about you, Tony?" She asked, turning around and flinging her arms around the senior field agent, "I'm going to miss you…" She moaned, "Why does this have to happen?" Her voice was cracking, "It's just not fair."

"I know, Abs." Tony said, patting her back, "I'm going to miss you. But right when I get on the ship, I'm going to send you a postcard every day, all right?" She nodded against his shoulder, her tears staining his suit, "Already miss you, Abs." he said, hugging her tighter. Abby let go of Tony and then turned to Ziva, staring at her for a minute before pulling her into a tight hug.

"Ziva! What am I going to do without my Israeli ninja?" She cried, squeezing Ziva, who just wrapped her arms around her.

"I do not know, Abby. But I will miss you all." Ziva said, sadness definite in her voice.

"Write me."

"I don't know if I can, Abby. Mossad is very strict." She squeezed her again and then let go of her. McGee noticed at that moment, that it was the first time that Ziva had spoken since Vance had let them out of his office. Ziva gave a sad smile at McGee.

"Shalom, Tim." She said, before hugging him tightly, taking the last part of her friend in.

"Bye, Ziva." He said, trying to keep the tears out of his eyes, "I will miss you. Gibbs will get us back, I promise you." They broke away from each other and McGee turned to Gibbs, "Right boss?"

"Not your boss anymore, Tim." Gibbs said and Ziva walked over to him.

"Thank you, Gibbs." She said, smiling at him, "I guess this is shalom, yes?" He gave her his crooked smile.

"Gonna miss you, Ziva." He said, pulling her into a hug, his hand on the back of her head, trying to hug his friend as hard as he could. He had come to like Ziva, maybe even more than Kate, but he doubted that sometimes. He knew that Tony liked Ziva more than Kate, and he didn't understand how the two could be away from each other. He saw the way they looked at each other, the way they acted around each other, everything. He also knew that Tony was deeply hurt when Vance said that she was going back home to Israel. And, the last thing he knew, was how Mossad ran their agency. He didn't know if he was ever going to see her again. He squeezed her harder before letting her go, staring into her eyes, "Take care of yourself, okay, Ziva?"

"You too, Gibbs. Shalom."

"Shalom," Gibbs smiled as he let go of her. She turned around and stared at them all. She had said goodbye to Gibbs, to Abby, and to McGee, but she hadn't to Tony. She knew that one hug wasn't going to say goodbye to him; it just wasn't sufficient enough. She took in a deep breath and started towards Tony, who was leaning up against the side of his desk, his arms crossed, staring down at the floor. She was about to say something, when she was cut off by a Scottish accent.

"My dears! You can not be leaving!" Ziva turned around and smiled at Ducky, who embraced her in a hug.

"Goodbye, Ducky. I will miss your stories." Ziva said.

"Goodbye, Ziva. Take care of yourself. And come back, please! This is just…a disaster!" Ducky said as he let go of her.

"Shalom." She smiled as he went to hug Tim and Tony.

"Timothy, Anthony," They both looked up at him, "Take good care of yourselves." They nodded, smiling sadly at him before Tony's eyes captured Ziva's. At that moment, all eyes turned to look at them, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Ziva walked over to him, as if there wasn't anyone in the room, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Tony," she said, softly. He looked up at her, into her brown pools. She gave him a closed smile, "Shalom."

"Bye, Zi." He said, placing his hand on the side of her cheek, patting it gently before letting go of her. They both shared a look before returning to their desks, all eyes still on them. That wasn't a goodbye. That wasn't a goodbye. That wasn't a goodbye…. Ziva looked up at Tony as she put the last top on her box. He did the same. She picked up the box and stared at them.

"Shalom," She said, tears in her eyes as she quickly started out of the bullpen. She wasn't going to let Tony see her cry. Suddenly, she felt a warm, large hand on her arm, pulling her back. She stopped and turned to see Tony, the tears forming in his eyes as well. This was affecting them, "What?" She asked, choking back tears, her voice shaking a little.

"I'll…miss you…Zi." He said, grabbing her box and placing it on top of his. She stared at him, blinking back the tears that were starting to fall. She couldn't let him see her cry. Crying wasn't part of her training.

"I will….miss you too, Tony." She managed to spit out, the tears running down her face. She couldn't stop it, she was leaving them, all of the people she loved, her entire family, here in Washington DC.

"Bye, everyone." Tony said, "I'll…see you later, boss." He said before carefully grabbing Ziva's hand in his and leading her out of the bullpen. It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that McGee turned to Gibbs.

"What do you think they're gonna do, boss?"

Gibbs walked over to him, "Say goodbye to each other, McGee." Gibbs said, pulling him into a hug and patting his back, "I'll see you later, Tim." He said, walking out of the bullpen, "Bye, Tim." Gibbs stopped and dropped something on Tony's empty desk before walking out of the bullpen. McGee shared a look with Abby before walking over to Tony's desk and staring at what Gibbs had dropped.

Sitting on the top of Tony's desk were three badges. Tim put his hand protectively down to his right hip before taking off his badge and staring at it, wiping the gold plate. He placed it on top of Gibbs.

"Apparently Gibbs thinks Vance fired him too." Ducky commented.

"He gave him a new team, Ducky. That's good enough for him."