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Summary: He couldn't believe this was happening, or had it all been a lie from the start.

Yes I know, another story but you know you all like it. I will update the others soon. There are hints of Tony/Gibbs father/son here. I do have an idea of where this is going so enjoy. Set after the final of season six. This won't be as long as some of my others but I hope you all enjoy it anyway.

Is It Really Over?

Chapter 1- The End Of The Road

As the winter sun set, the tension mounted in the silence of the bull pen, no one dared to even breathe. The other agents in surrounding offices were sneaking looks into the central work section at the number one team. They knew that something had happened, but the rumours couldn't be true, could they? They could barely believe their ears when the next words were spoken.

"DiNozzo, give me your badge and gun." Ordered Gibbs' firm voice, the disappointment clear in his blue eyes. It almost undid Tony right there and then, he hadn't done anything but now this was happening. He tried to argue his point but found his voice stuttering.

"But…I didn't-" he was cut off by a simple look, one that looked at him like he were a traitor, he couldn't understand it. Except, he had known it was coming for some time, he knew that his time in NCIS was over before it had even begun…really he did, but, he had hoped that he could stay, he liked it here, he fit in, they were his family. Weren't they? What did he have without them? Surely this was a mistake. He supposed that Gibbs must have a good reason, he'd find out soon enough anyway.

"DiNozzo! I don't want to hear it." Tony flinched a little at the tone and the acusation, the one that Gibbs used for suspects…but he wasn't a suspect. Was he?

Tony wasn't the only one to flinch at the tone, McGee who had been typing out the most recent case report snapped his head up and his fingers stopped typing at the harsh words. He could see Tony's struggle to understand what was happening. He didn't understand himself. It had been a normal day so far, they had just closed up a case, the suspect was locked up and the only thing that needed doing were the reports. The paper work was taking longer than usual since Ziva was absent and had been for months but they got through it. The team dynamic had been different but they had soon settled into a regular pattern and had gotten used to a three-man team.

Anyone looking upon the face of the ex marine would see a calm and collected look, at look that didn't even hold a hint of the bond between the man he was looking at, a look as if the past eight years with the man in front of him hadn't even happened. That is was hurt Tony the most, made him want to just shout and scream at Gibbs, the eight years had to mean something, anything. Had to mean more than the cold look of disappointment from his mentor for the last eight years, the person that would always have his six, no matter what. What had Gibbs learned about him, about his past? What had he learned that made him just throw him out, that made him just like his father. How he had managed to keep that part of his life hidden so far amazed him, he thought that maybe Ducky knew some of it, he was sure even Gibbs did but Gibbs hadn't said anything about it. Was that it, had Gibbs finally gotten bored of him, or had he failed? He went with the latter; he had always been a screw up anyway.

Realising that he hadn't done as ordered he handed over his gun, his badge and his life. He tried to school his face in to one of his masks, just until he got out of the building but found that he was too shocked to keep it up. Just before he left the main area of the bull pen, he heard the reason, Gibbs' tone was a mix of dissapointment and betrayal.

"I never thought that you would turn traitor, I taught you better." so there it was, that was what he had done.

He felt eyes on him, judging him and kept his own burning eyes down, he would not lose it in the office. He wanted to be angry and shout at the injustice of it all, but found he could do nothing more than sigh as he made his way to the elevator for the last time. He couldn't decide what to do as he entered the elevator, should he say his goodbyes? Should he just leave? If Gibbs really thought he'd done something then who would believe him even if he said he hadn't. Looking across at the bull pen as the elevator doors closed he saw fellow agents in an equal amount of shock to him, not knowing what look to give them he looked down again. No joke to offer, no smirk to throw, all that had just been stripped away he knew why but didn't understand, what had he done that made Gibbs thought he was a traitor.

After leaving the elevator he made his way silently over to his car, sighing again he wondered how it had all screwed up, he knew Vance didn't like him but Gibbs, had Gibbs just been humouring him, why had he even bothered to get him back from agent afloat if he was just going to do this, just decide that what Tony said he wouldn't trust. Decide he was a traitor. Gibbs always had his six…didn't he?

His idea to drive around aimlessly didn't improve his mood, now he had time to mull over the facts of the last few days he couldn't see anything he had done wrong and was getting angry at the unfair dismissal, they couldn't do that, could they? Looking out a the world he saw everyday people going about their lives, he was somewhat jealous but mostly lost, what the hell would he do now? He had friends in Metro; maybe they would want a fired agent…yeah right you're kidding yourself there aren't ya Tony.

Parking his car near his apartment, he shut the engine off and dragged his feet all the way to his front door, he noticed the pile of letters waiting for him from the last couple of days but left them where they were, he didn't have the energy or will to pick them up, he just wanted to be back at work but the look in Gibbs' face had told him there would be no argument. The look had also said he wasn't wanted anymore, not again. Why was it he was always left alone? Maybe, it was his fault as his father had said all those years ago. The thoughts only coming back because he had nothing left, no team to help keep the thoughts and memories at bay, no nothing.

Hearing a noise in front of him, he reached for his gun but found it missing. The chuckle and the sight of the man shocked Tony. Why would he be here now?...

TBC

Kind of confusing I know but it will be explained. Does anyone think they can guess who the person is that's at Tony apartment? Please read and review as usual. Thanks for reading. hehe i had to change it a little after being told you needed a reason for being fired (oops)