Chapter Five

Tony grabbed the camera out of the bag at the crime scene. He turned to where McGee and Ziva were standing. "Your turn to take pictures Probie."

McGee groaned quietly then went to go grab the camera.

Tony moved the camera out of the way. "The real Probie, McGeek." He glared at Ziva.

Ziva stepped forward and took the camera. She put the strap over her neck and walked over to where Gibbs, Palmer, and Ducky were at by the dead body. She began taking pictures. Pictures of the rope burns around the body's neck, wrists and ankles.

McGee turned to Tony, "Ziva's not the Probie. I am."

Tony rolled his eyes watching Ziva. "You want to admit something like that McAnoying?"

McGee shook his head. "I'm good."

Tony watched Ziva go around the crime scene taking pictures of things. He couldn't believe that after tomorrow he wouldn't see her again. He wouldn't see the beautiful, annoying, persistent Israeli again. He wouldn't be able to make her mad by tapping his pencil, bugging McGee, or just being himself. He was angry she hadn't said anything to McGee or Abby about it. Why was she keeping it a secret? So that when she died it would make it harder? More believable she was gone?

Tony walked away from the crime scene even though he would get his ass chewed out for it. He needed to be alone for a moment. Tony didn't want to admit it, but he knew deep down he was in love with Ziva. It was going to be hard coming into work without her there. He wasn't looking forward to it at all.

Ziva glanced at where Tony was a moment ago. She sighed quietly seeing he wasn't there. She obviously had made him mad.

The next day Ziva grabbed her suitcase handle and slung her backpack over her shoulder as she took one last look around her apartment. "Goodbye home." She whispered softly before turning the light off and leaving the apartment she had lived in, for almost 3 years, for maybe the last time.

Tony walked into work early. He wanted to see Ziva when she walked in to say goodbye. As he walked into the bull pen he was surprised to see Gibbs sitting at his desk staring at Ziva's desk.

"Morning boss." Tony said quietly going to his desk.

"Morning Tony." The way Gibbs said it he sounded so quiet. So broken. Tony looked at him for a more clearer look this time. Gibbs' eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept all night. He had stubble growing on the bottom of his chin as if he hadn't shaved either. Tony guessed he didn't even go home the night before.

"She's leaving today." Tony said sitting on his desk.

Gibbs looked over. "How do you know?"

"I found the folder. Two nights ago during our movie night." Tony admitted. He looked at Ziva's desk. "Why'd you agree Gibbs? Why didn't you just tell Vance no?"

"Because Tony. There are some things in life you need to learn still." Gibbs' glare hardened as he stared at Tony.

"You could've said no! Because of you Ziva-" Tony stopped seeing McGee walk into the squad room.

"Because of me what DiNozzo? Ziva's going to go die? Of course I know that! I can't change the past."

"Send me along then." Tony said seeing the shock on McGee's face that he was there early and having more of a shouting match with their boss then a conversation.

"Uh boss?" McGee looked between the two.

"Ziva's going to Iraq Probie. All because of Gibbs. She's leaving today." Tony filled him in and glared at his boss. "I thought you would have more common sense to not send her." He got up and walked out of the squad room into the elevator. Who cared if that was his last chance to see Ziva? He wasn't able to be in the same room anymore with Gibbs. Goodbye Ziva. Tony thought angrily as he slammed his finger so hard into the "ground floor" button that his finger started throbbing. Don't get killed.