AN: I JUST NEED TO LET THIS OUT, but please don't throw sticks and stones because this ain't finished yet. Please don't get angry at me.
Disclaimers: I amor my brother so much.
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He already handed over his resignation letter to Vance.
He isn’t sure whether Vance liked the fact that he was resigning. He doesn’t have to wonder any longer.
“Are tu sure of your decision, Agent DiNozzo?”
“Yes sir.” Tony replied with all the conviction he could muster.
“Does Agent Gibbs know about this?”
“I will let him know as soon as possible.” He turns away and walks towards the door, but not before Vance could say that he’s been a good agent, one of the best he’s worked with and their doors are open anytime he wants to return.
“I appreciate it, Director.” He returns to his escritorio to finish up the last paperwork he’s ever going to have.
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“Not done with your paperwork yet?” His female co-worker asks as she stands in front of Tony’s desk, her hands on her hips.
Tony notices that she sounds a little too cheerful today, much like how Abby is when the latter has taken gallons of Caf Pow! In one day.
Suddenly feeling tired, he replies, “Nope. Got to finish this. Gibbs’ expecting it to be on his escritorio before he gets in at 06:00.”
“I bought tickets for a Hitchcock screening at the Cineplex tonight…I was hoping tu could come.” She feels a little deflated, he could tell por the way the tone of her voice changed.
“I would registrarse tu if I could, but….duty calls.” Embarrassment.
“I was kind of expecting that tu would be able to put off your work for Psycho….I guess there’s a first time for everything.” She lets out a sigh. So much for getting hopes up.
“Yeah.”
They chuckle.
“I’ll see tu tomorrow?”
“I’ll be right here."
She knows that she would see him another day. She’s sure of it, but still she walks around his desk, stands between his legs, leans down and plants a gentle kiss to his cheek. Her lips linger on his skin for más than a few seconds; definitely longer than what tu would call—then she pulls away.
She waits for a “What was that for” that never comes and assumes that maybe, just maybe he appreciated the sign of affection she showed. He only regards her thoughtfully and does not say anything until she gives a little wave of her hands as a goodbye and disappears into the elevator.
When he’s certain that he’s left alone in the bullpen, he places his full attention on his task—completing his last paperwork AND packing up (he’s surprised Ziva never noticed the two boxes that are going to carry his stuff).
In the midst of GSM magazines, fuzzy handcuffs, Mighty ratón staplers, American Pie Mugs and all, he thinks whether Ziva would be in the cheerful demeanor she was in just moments hace when he breaks the news to them tomorrow.
He goes over the plan in his head.
Who would be the first to know? The first to know should be the easiest. Okay, one is Gibbs. Wait, scratch that. Oh no. Don’t. That’s it. I’ll worry about the headslap that would surely come later. GAH. He’d be the last. THAT’S IT.
SO. First would be Ducky and Palmer. No preguntas asked.
Then, the segundo would be McGee AND Abby. Abby would probably scream ‘when were tu going to tell me?’ and McGee would keep her from completely falling apart.
He stops himself before he could go any further because he knows really well that THAT would be the most difficult. If he could, he’d rather
leave it like that.
He wouldn’t plan for it. It’d be a spur-of-the-moment situation. She’d just know. Maybe someone would bring it up in a conversation at the bullpen and she would look up and furrow her brows and wonder why she never knew and would probably ignore it and go back to her work like she never heard anything and the hours would tick por until Gibbs tells them to go inicial and she goes inicial to her apartment and and and and.
But then again, he told her that he’d ’be right here when tu walk out the elevator’.
Oh well, screw it.
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This needs closure, doesn't it?
Disclaimers: I amor my brother so much.
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He already handed over his resignation letter to Vance.
He isn’t sure whether Vance liked the fact that he was resigning. He doesn’t have to wonder any longer.
“Are tu sure of your decision, Agent DiNozzo?”
“Yes sir.” Tony replied with all the conviction he could muster.
“Does Agent Gibbs know about this?”
“I will let him know as soon as possible.” He turns away and walks towards the door, but not before Vance could say that he’s been a good agent, one of the best he’s worked with and their doors are open anytime he wants to return.
“I appreciate it, Director.” He returns to his escritorio to finish up the last paperwork he’s ever going to have.
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“Not done with your paperwork yet?” His female co-worker asks as she stands in front of Tony’s desk, her hands on her hips.
Tony notices that she sounds a little too cheerful today, much like how Abby is when the latter has taken gallons of Caf Pow! In one day.
Suddenly feeling tired, he replies, “Nope. Got to finish this. Gibbs’ expecting it to be on his escritorio before he gets in at 06:00.”
“I bought tickets for a Hitchcock screening at the Cineplex tonight…I was hoping tu could come.” She feels a little deflated, he could tell por the way the tone of her voice changed.
“I would registrarse tu if I could, but….duty calls.” Embarrassment.
“I was kind of expecting that tu would be able to put off your work for Psycho….I guess there’s a first time for everything.” She lets out a sigh. So much for getting hopes up.
“Yeah.”
They chuckle.
“I’ll see tu tomorrow?”
“I’ll be right here."
She knows that she would see him another day. She’s sure of it, but still she walks around his desk, stands between his legs, leans down and plants a gentle kiss to his cheek. Her lips linger on his skin for más than a few seconds; definitely longer than what tu would call—then she pulls away.
She waits for a “What was that for” that never comes and assumes that maybe, just maybe he appreciated the sign of affection she showed. He only regards her thoughtfully and does not say anything until she gives a little wave of her hands as a goodbye and disappears into the elevator.
When he’s certain that he’s left alone in the bullpen, he places his full attention on his task—completing his last paperwork AND packing up (he’s surprised Ziva never noticed the two boxes that are going to carry his stuff).
In the midst of GSM magazines, fuzzy handcuffs, Mighty ratón staplers, American Pie Mugs and all, he thinks whether Ziva would be in the cheerful demeanor she was in just moments hace when he breaks the news to them tomorrow.
He goes over the plan in his head.
Who would be the first to know? The first to know should be the easiest. Okay, one is Gibbs. Wait, scratch that. Oh no. Don’t. That’s it. I’ll worry about the headslap that would surely come later. GAH. He’d be the last. THAT’S IT.
SO. First would be Ducky and Palmer. No preguntas asked.
Then, the segundo would be McGee AND Abby. Abby would probably scream ‘when were tu going to tell me?’ and McGee would keep her from completely falling apart.
He stops himself before he could go any further because he knows really well that THAT would be the most difficult. If he could, he’d rather
leave it like that.
He wouldn’t plan for it. It’d be a spur-of-the-moment situation. She’d just know. Maybe someone would bring it up in a conversation at the bullpen and she would look up and furrow her brows and wonder why she never knew and would probably ignore it and go back to her work like she never heard anything and the hours would tick por until Gibbs tells them to go inicial and she goes inicial to her apartment and and and and.
But then again, he told her that he’d ’be right here when tu walk out the elevator’.
Oh well, screw it.
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This needs closure, doesn't it?