Ok, very, very short, but I couldn't just talk about Ziva, right?
Also, to those who put an alert on this story: there's not gonna be a new chapter until at least next week. I didn't even intend this to be something other than a one-shot at first.
And please review!
Tony cursed himself as he walked through the bright orange corridor. He had had the opportunity, right there. And yet he'd pulled back again, he'd let the moment go because of his stupid fears. He could just shoot himself.
He pushed it away to focus on what he was about to do. He couldn't keep quiet any longer; he just needed to vent some anger and Gibbs seemed like just the right person for it. It was risky, raging against his boss, but he just wanted to know what the hell was going on. He wanted to solve at least some of this mess that had been dictating his life for so long now.
The lying, manipulative business that was called politics. He was so tired of it, so tired of being lied to. After Jeanne he'd hoped it'd be the last big undercover op he was involved in. Hoping to catch a break, he'd allowed himself to try and move on. And now it all came back, the lying, the conspiracies were starting all over again.
And yet when he'd told Ziva that, she had reacted in a way that told him she wasn't merely talking about being a puppet. She'd been talking about something else… and he wanted to find out. After this whole mess has been cleared.
It just had to be over. He liked the job, but he wanted to keep away from politics as far as possible. He hated the politics.
And right now he needed to let his boss know that.