A/N: Hey there. This story is for the real Allie Black, my best friend. She's awsome, and I love you, hon!
Also, this may end up Tony/OC, I don't know yet. So if I don't go down the tiva route, don't get pissy. I want to stretch myself a bit, and writing in an OC as a major character will do that.
CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is greatly appreciated, but flames will be laughed at and/or replied to. And don't upset me. Seriously. A few people were a little rude and - without reason - harsh on another story, and I jept my temper. I won't do it twice. There, you know my opinion on flames, let's leave it at that.
Hope you like it guys! Review please?
Anna :)
"Tony, this is not my fault!" Ziva shouted across the bullpit.
Tony glared back. "You let Mossad walk all over you, treat you like a piece of property! You shouldn't just let them tell you what to do!"
Her eyes narrowed. "Orders, Tony! They're called orders! I don't have a choice!"
"Everyone has a choice!" Came the immediate response.
Gibbs glared at the two agents as he stormed into the squadroom. "What the hell is going on in here?!"
"Ziva's returning to Israel, because Daddy said he didn't like the fact that darling daughter David was getting just a little too close to NCIS than he liked." Tony spat.
Her face twisted into a snarl. "You're walking a thick line, DiNozzo!"
"A thin line, Dah-veed!"
"What?"
"The line I'm supposed to be walking – it's THIN!"
Gibbs positioned himself between the two agents. "Hey! When did you find out about this?"
"Just now, MTAC," Tony hissed, still not tearing his eyes away from Ziva's.
"I'm sorry, Tony," she whispered. "I cannot disobey my father."
He nodded, finally dropping his gaze to the floor. "I-I know…"
Gibbs moved back, and beckoned McGee to follow him – away from the pair.
"Tony, I am sorry, really I am. But I cannot stay."
He nodded, closing the gap between them. "Thank you, Ziva."
"For what?" She seemed momentarily confused.
"For being my partner, for pulling me through the bad times, for making me laugh on a Monday morning…"
She smiled sadly at him. "You're welcome, Tony. And… thank you also. You have shown me how to be a good investigator. And… Se mi hanno insegnato che cosa significa veramente qualcuno di fiducia, di essere un vero amico, e magari anche che cosa sia l'amore ... e forse un giorno io possa trovare la capacità di amare, come si fa."
He gave a wry grin at her words. "Lei è stato quello che mi ha insegnato circa l'amore, Ziva. Forse un giorno ti capita di uno di noi, forse no. Ma mi hai dimostrato che io posso, Ziva. E così si può. Hai la capacità di amare di più di quanto mai realizzare."
McGee frowned at his boss. "What're they saying?"
"I have no idea, McGee."
"Keep in touch, okay?" He offered his hand.
Instead, she pulled him into a tight hug. "You couldn't keep me away if you tried."
"Oh, I believe you." He chuckled. "Y'know, this is the first time you've ever hugged me, Ziva."
"You never tried to hug me." She replied.
"I mean it though, keep in touch."
She unwound her arms and unclasped her Magen necklace, pressing it into his palm. "This is my promise, Tony," she whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek carefully.
He stood in stunned silence, as she disappeared into the elevator, out of the squadroom.
Out of his life.