Just something I thought of after my friend Elisa gave me the prompt, "duty." I don't own NCIS...
It was his duty to follow the rules; he could not go behind his boss's back. He couldn't lie. He has to tell his boss the entire truth. It was hard though. There were parts of the case that he could not talk to his boss about.
Tony DiNozzo had to tell his boss the entire truth sooner or later. That was part of his job. If he didn't tell his boss the entire truth about the case, then he could lose his job.
By the time he left NCIS headquarters that day, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo knew what he was going t o do. The next time he saw his boss he would explain everything, even the hard parts.
Walking into his apartment, Tony kicked off his shoes and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer and headed into the kitchen, sitting down on the couch and turning on one of his black and white movies. He sat there, thinking, watching the movie, when the door opened.
Agent DiNozzo turned his head and smiled when he saw her walking into the apartment. "Hey, Ziva. You finally done with all of your meetings?"
Ziva grabbed a beer herself and headed over to the couch, snuggling next to Tony. She smiled and nodded, yawning. "Yes. It was way too long today. I really do not like being Director, Tony."
He chuckled and then kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Ziva. But they picked you. Honestly, I think you are perfect for the job," he said, looking down at her.
Ziva smiled at him and yawned. "Did you get anywhere on your case?"
It was then that Tony tensed up. His breathing became shallow and he avoided her gaze. "Well, uh, I have made a little bit of progress," he said slowly, staring at the coffee table.
"Really?" she said, sitting up and looking over at him. "What did you find?" She looked excited and nervous at the same time.
"He's dead, Ziva. He passed away last night. He wasn't killed. He passed away in his sleep in the hospital. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Tony said, seeing the tears in Ziva's eyes.
She looked up at him, shocked and upset. No. There was no way that Abba could have died. He was a strong man; he had been through so much. How could something so small...how could the flu kill him? The tears raced down her cheeks and she didn't try to stop them. "Abba..." she whispered. The lump grew in her throat as more tears raced down her cheeks.
Tony pulled her into his arms. "I am so sorry, Ziva. I found out this morning. I didn't tell you at work because I knew you would be upset. I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head.
Tony had told her, his boss, the truth. He had followed his duty, and now all that was left was to comfort her. He hated seeing her like this. He would do whatever it took to make her feel better.
Ziva buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed quietly. "Thank you, Tony. Thank you for telling me."
He nodded slowly and then rubbed her back. "We can go back if you want..." he started.
Ziva looked up at him and Tony wiped away her tears with his thumbs. She smiled at his touch and then nodded. "Yes. That would be nice," she replied, kissing his lips.
Tony kissed her back, holding her close. Now that he told her what happened, it was his duty to make her happy.