Drinks After Work
A/N: The title was borrowed from Toby Keiths' new single of his album of the same title. Wishing upon a star does not work. I still don't own NCIS.
Chapter 1: Drinks after Work
"We don't have to do this," Tony said as he stood beside McGee in front of Zivas' desk.
Ziva looked up at the two men," I think we do."
Tim turned to Tony," Gibbs would do the same for us."
"McGee is right."
"You may not like how this ends Ziva," Tony specified.
"I have never depended on happy endings." Ziva supplied sadly.
McGee entered the directors' office, followed by Ziva then DiNozzo and stopped in front of Vances' desk.
"You three have something to say?"
Without out saying a word they laid their badges on his desk. Taking full responsibility for their own actions, they tendered their resignations.
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As they left the building, they turn to look at what has been their surrogate home for what seems like forever.
Looking up, McGee reflects almost too soft to hear,"Now what?"
"What else, drinks are on me!" Tony answered while doing an about face.
Tim turned to follow, but Ziva stood there, staring, zoning out. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"Ziva….?"
"This does not feel right," she pleaded keeping her back straight and head held high.
Tim softens his voice, "I know, but it was the only way."
Trying to maintain her emotions Ziva turns, "This was the first place, since my mother passed, that I felt at home, respected and…" linking her arms onto Tonys' and Tims' slowly walking away, Tony finishes her thoughts.
"And feared!" he quips.
"Yes Tony." Ziva smiles, "Feared and …loved."
Both men stopped and stared at Ziva.
"I guess deep down my father loved me, as a child." The friends started moving again slowly." But as I grew into the mossad, I felt like a tool. Something to be used to get what he wanted."
"Well, you know what I want?"
"Tony!" McGee snapped.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, McSmut, I mean a trip to O'Lordans for a drink or two or three."