Hello guys....I am starting a new chapter story. Which is sorta hard so bear with me and don't get angry if updates are a little slow cause I have 3 others ot work on. But I had to write this. And just a note. There is TIVA...

This is the story of Tony and Allie...or who he thinks is called Allie. This is the prologue and please enjoy...

Disclaimer: So do not own NCIS...

Proluge: My Summer Love

Tony DiNozzo lay down on yellowy-white sand. The light sea-breeze ruffled his usually tidy hair. The sand tickled his feet.

Tony was sixteen, currently boarding at Bournemouth University. His dad had sent him over from America at fourteen, and the past two years had been fantastic. At least it was better than being with his constantly bickering parents, especially his stern father. Being away allowed a beautiful sense of freedom.

And now he was enjoying it. It was Saturday, and he had just come back after playing football with his friends. The beach was unusually quieter than usually.

Suddenly, he heard a crunching noise. He looked up and saw a young girl with messy brown hair that hung slightly past her shoulders come up towards him. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled in delight when she saw him.

"Tony! Nice to see you today!" she greeted with a slight Israeli accent. Tony smiled in return.

"Hey, Al," The girl sat down in the sand next to him, and Tony immediately wrapped an arm around her.

This was another great factor of freedom. A girlfriend. Allie Martin was a boarding student just like him from Israel. Her dad was a "business-man" who travelled the world, but secretly, he was a Mossad Officer, and even Tony did not know that. Allie was fifteen, yet she had jumped a grade, to end up in the same grade as Tony.

The two looked out to the sea, its waves continually crashing rhythmically upon the sand. Allie snuggled against Tony, and wrapped her arms around him.

"This is so nice," Allie sighed.

"Yeah, it is, sweet cheeks," Tony kissed Allie's forehead lightly. Suddenly, he remembered, and reached into his pocket. Allie straightened up. Tony produced a necklace, with a small mother-of-pearl shell charm.

"For you. Just in case you leave someday, and I can't say goodbye. Wear it and think of me," Tony smiled sadly, as he knew that Allie could easily disappear one morning.

"Thank you, Tony, it's beautiful!" Allie admired the necklace, then put it on. The necklace lay against her collar bone.

"I will always think of you Tony. I love you so much," she embraced Tony again.

"I love you too, Allie. I love you too…." he kissed her.

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It was a week since Allie had left. What was even more heartbreaking was that she left without a goodbye, without a small kiss at the very least. Tony felt like half of him had been ripped out. Now, he was like a storm, raging about in a foul mood. Even his friends noticed but they didn't say anything, they just tried to help him as best as they could.

That morning, the mail came. Tony sat down at the table with his friends as the postman brought the letters. He got three, one from his parents, one from a friend in the USA, and one….

The letter said "Anthony DiNozzo" in large, neat cursive. Tony felt his heart pound as he ripped it open. Inside was a folded letter. He hurriedly unfurled it.

"Dearest Tony,

I am so sorry I left you without a goodbye. By the time you have reached this letter, I will probably already be in Israel. I can not tell you why I had to leave. I am so sorry for this.

Tony, I love you, and always remember that. Maybe someday we may meet again. I will definitely recognize you, but just in case, I have sent a ring, a "promise ring". Wear it, and always remember me. Don't forget.

In the hope we may meet again,

Love,

Allie"

As Tony shook the envelope, a small ring fell out. It was a rather small ring, just big enough to fit onto Tony's index finger. It was silver and plain. Inside, it was engraved with a heart and "Love you, Ziva". Tony thought it was weird that it said "Ziva", but he guessed it could be a family heirloom or something. Tony felt tears rise to his eyes, but he kept them in there, willing them not to spill out. He slipped the ring onto his left index finger, and he rarely ever took it off. It was the last memory of the last summer, the last memory of Allie.

TBC

Okay, you are probably wondering who Allie is...but review and soon all shall be revealed!