Hello guys I'm back and I have a VERY long Fan Fic for you, it is complete and I'll update when I can. I would like to give a MASSIVE thanks to Arress who has so kindly been my Beta for this one. I couldn't have done it without the help.

Okay so the intro and warnings...Please note that we have some character bashing namely, McGee, Ziva and Gibbs. Jenny is still alive and well, so no Vance. Tony's father plays a major role and not in a good way...so be warned he is evil and nothing like he's portrayed in the show, in fact try to forget he even showed up in the show, otherwise you'll freak-out. Lol.

The charters may seem a little OOC as you read on but I think it's fitting. It is SLASH and rated M so please don't read it if slash offends you. Fornell and Sacks will surprise you and they are OOC from the start.

Set after Tony rescued Gibbs from the car.

I hope you enjoy and even though i have a beta and a great one, all mistakes are mine and I take full responsibility.

I own nothing.

CHAPTER ONE.

Worst day and the best day

I don't know when he started to get to me, but things haven't been right for a long time. First, it was the looks he gave me; looks that said, 'DiNozzo, shut up now' before I even said a word. Then after a while, I noticed he wouldn't even look at me anymore. Next came the silent treatment. I would offer a suggestion and he would dismiss it out of hand without even considering it. Then came the shouting. He would just bellow at me. It was like I couldn't do anything right in his eyes.

Now, it's worse. It started about two weeks ago. At first I let it go, but now I don't want to come in to work anymore. He's started playing favorites. Last week, he let Tim and Ziva go home early before they finished their reports. When I got up to leave, he told me to sit back down and finish mine. After an hour, I had it finished. I went to leave, but he told me to stay until I finished their reports, too. When I asked him why, he said, 'because I said so, DiNozzo'. It's like he wants me to leave. Maybe he does. He's sure been acting like it, and now Ziva and McGee are starting to take notice of how he treats me. If I ask them to do something, all I get is sarcastic remarks. Then they ask me if I have Gibbs' permission.

I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I feel like my life has nothing now. Before at least I had my work and I thought Gibbs liked me a little, and that's what kept me going; the thought that he liked me 1%. Even though he rips my heart out almost every day, I want to tell him I love him, but I'm afraid he'll either fire me or shoot me. I do know that I have to take a stand. Maybe it'll happen today, maybe tomorrow, but I know for sure that I won't last much longer.

TWO DAYS LATER

Tony sat at his desk as he worked through his lunch break. Ziva and McGee had just returned to the bullpen with their own lunches. They were just taking off their coats when Gibbs came around the corner with his coffee.

"DINOZZO!"

Tony looked up and sighed, and tried to smile as he answered, "Yes, Boss?"

"Done with that report yet?" Gibbs demanded.

"Almost finished, Boss," Tony replied.

"Almost? That's not good enough, DiNozzo."

"Boss, you gave it to me 30 minutes ago. I'm working on it as fast as I can."

"Work faster. I need it NOW!"

"I'm working through lunch to get it ready for you, Boss," Tony reasoned. "I can only go so fast."

Gibbs walked over to Tony's desk, picked up the report, then went over to McGee and put it on his desk. "Tim, finish that report," He ordered. "You have an hour."

"Sure, Boss," Tim replied. "No problem."

"Gibbs, I could have it ready in ten minutes," Tony said. "I've done most of the work on it already."

Gibbs looked over at Tony and slammed his hand down on his desk. "MCGEE WILL FINISH IT, DINOZZO. YOU JUST SIT THERE AND DO NOTHING, AS USUAL!"

Tony looked at Gibbs, then at his computer screen. He slumped down in his chair and started to type.

Gibbs walked past Tony's desk, muttering to himself, "I'm going for fresh coffee. I think it's about time I get a new senior field agent."

Tony watched Gibbs as he walked to the elevator and got on.

"Tony, what have you done?" Ziva asked.

"I have no idea, Ziva," Tony replied.

"He's been like that with you for weeks, Tony," McGee commented. "You must have done something to piss him off."

"If I did, I have no idea what it is, but I've had enough."

Tony finished what he was working on and pressed print on his computer. Two copies came out and he walked over and took them off the printer. He put one copy in his desk, then took the other one with him as he walked out of the bullpen.

McGee called out, "Tony, where are you going?"

"To see the director," Tony replied. "I'll be back soon if Gibbs asks."

"Okay, but he'll be pissed," McGee stated.

"I don't care. I'll be about ten minutes."

Tony walked up the stairs to the director's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Jen called.

Tony opened her door and stuck his head through the opening. He asked, "Can I come in?"

"Sure, Tony," Jen replied. "I have five minutes."

Tony walked in the office, closed the door, then walked up to the director's desk.

"Take a seat," Jen said. "What can I do for you?"

"I won't sit if that's okay," Tony stated. "This will only take a moment, Jen."

"Okay, so what do you need?"

Tony handed her the piece of paper he had in his hand.

Jen looked at it, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She looked back up at Tony and said, "You can't be serious, Tony."

"Yes, Jen, I am. That is my resignation."

"But why?"

"You know why, Jen."

"I don't believe it, Tony. Can't you give it another week?"

"Look, I can't work with Gibbs anymore, Jen. I'm sorry."

"But, Tony, you're one of the best agents I've ever seen. Can't you and Gibbs work it out?"

"Jen, it's been going on for months now and I've had enough. If I don't hand in my notice now, Gibbs will fire me anyway."

"He can't, only I can fire you," Jen stated emphatically.

"Jen, I can't stand coming to work anymore," Tony said. "I used to love this job, now I hate it. I have to go before I crack up."

"How about if I transfer you to another team?" Jen asked. "They'd jump at the chance to have you."

"Funny, I never heard anything."

"That's because Gibbs would never let you go."

"Well, he would now in a shot, but that's not the point, Jen," Tony stated. "I need to leave NCIS and start fresh somewhere else. I've been here seven years. That's five years longer than I worked anywhere else. It's time for me to go."

"No, Tony," Jen said. "I won't accept this."

"Please, Jen, I can't work with him anymore," Tony practically begged. "He hates me and I don't want to be in the same building as him. Please, let me go?"

"Tony, I know Gibbs has been a pain towards you lately, but don't let him win, please."

"Jen, I don't have the energy to fight with him," Tony said. "He's worn me down. I need to work with people who at least try and respect me. Gibbs, Ziva and McGee don't, and if I move to another team, they'll know it, too. Gibbs has made my life hell for months. I can't take it anymore. I thought he was at least my friend, but his actions lately have just confirmed that he doesn't want me around. I don't know what I've done. Maybe he found out about my private life and that's the reason, but he's brought Ziva and Tim into it as well. When Gibbs was in Mexico, I was a good team leader and I thought I proved that to them, but as soon as Gibbs came back they turned on me and Gibbs has used that to his advantage. Those two are so wrapped up in pleasing Gibbs, they don't see it. I've lost all credibility with them and the thing is, I don't care anymore. I want to go.

Jen slumped back into her chair, dropped her pen on her desk and took a deep breath. "I don't want you to go, Tony, but if you really feel that way, I suppose I'll have to let you go."

"Thank you."

"Where will you go?" Jen asked.

"I have no idea."

"The FBI would take you in a shot."

"No, I don't think so," Tony stated. "I've made too many enemies at the FBI and the CIA. I might see about the local PD. I don't want to leave the area because of Ducky, Abby and you."

"What about McGee and Ziva?" Jen inquired.

"They'll be fine," Tony answered. "They don't need me; a fact they've made perfectly clear several times."

"What have they been saying?" Jen asked.

"It doesn't matter, but they're a big reason why I want to go."

"Okay, Tony, if you are sure?"

"I am," Tony stated firmly. "Thanks, Jen. How much notice do you want me to give?"

"Well, that's up to you."

"Could I please leave now?" Tony asked.

"If you like, Tony, but Gibbs won't be happy."

"To be honest, I don't care what he says."

"Me either," Jen said.

"Thanks, Jen. I'll call, okay?"

"How about we go to dinner this weekend and you can tell me how it is going?"

"I won't have much to tell, Jen. I'm taking a few weeks off, but dinner sounds good."

Okay, I'll call you on Thursday."

"Great," Tony said. "Thanks, Jen."

"It's our loss, Tony. You're an excellent agent and wherever you decide to go, they'll be lucky to have you."

"That's sweet, Jen, thanks. I'll be out the building in about an hour. I have to tell Ducky and Abby and clear out my desk."

"There's no hurry," Jen assured. "Take your time, and if you need references or anything, just give them my number and Tom Morrow's. I'll let him know."

"Thanks, but I won't need anymore time," Tony said. "I'll be gone in an hour."

"I'm going to kill Gibbs for this."

"Please, don't say anything, Jenny. The last thing I want is for you to be stuck in the middle."

"I can't promise anything, Tony, but I will do my best to not shoot him."

Tony laughed, then walked to her side of the desk and kissed Jen on the cheek. "I'll see you this weekend."

"Okay, and I'm sorry, Tony."

"No more than me," Tony replied sadly.

Tony left the director's office and leaned against the door. He closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten. Then he walked down the stairs and sat at his desk. He looked over and saw McGee and Ziva still eating their lunches, with no Gibbs in sight. He picked up his phone and called Abby.

"Abby, could you meet me in Autopsy?"

"When, Tony?"

"Now please, if you have time?

"For you, anything."

"Thanks." Tony hung up the phone.

"Does Gibbs need us in Autopsy?" McGee asked. "He didn't say anything to us."

No, I'll see you both when I get back."

"What shall we tell Gibbs when HE gets back?" Ziva asked.

"Whatever you like," Tony replied. He sarcastically added, "And thanks for asking me if I wanted any lunch."

"We didn't ask you," Ziva said.

"My point exactly." Tony walked to the elevated and pressed the button.

McGee looked at Ziva and shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

XXXXXXXXXX

Tony walked into Autopsy and found Abby waiting for him.

"Hi, Tony," Abby said. "What's going on?

"Is Ducky here?"

"I will be right with you, Anthony," Ducky called from the back room.

"Okay, so what's up?" Abby asked.

"Can we wait for Ducky, Abby?" Tony asked.

"Sure, I suppose," Abby replied.

Ducky walked into the room and said, "Sorry, Anthony, I was just finishing an autopsy."

"That's okay, Duck," Tony said.

"So what's up?" Abby asked.

Tony replied, "I need to tell you both something. The others don't know yet, only the director. I'm sorry, but I don't see any other way… "

Oh, Anthony, please don't tell me?" Ducky asked sadly.

"I'm sorry, Ducky," Tony stated.

"WHAT?" Abby cried, not understanding what was being said.

"I'm leaving, Abby," Tony replied.

"NO, NO, NO, YOU CAN'T!" Abby practically shouted.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay here anymore," Tony said.

"WHY?" Abby demanded loudly. "WHAT DID THEY DO NOW?"

"It's just time to move on," Tony answered.

"Don't be silly, Tony," Abby said. "Where are you going to go?"

"I don't know where I'll work, but I hope to stay in the area."

"No, you have to stay," Abby stated. "What will Gibbs do without you?"

Tony looked at Ducky and shook his head as Abby started to cry.

"Abby, Gibbs will do fine without me." Tony said.

"No, he won't, Tony," Abby said. "He loves you. I don't know what the matter is with him lately, but he'll come around."

"Abby, he hates me and that's okay," Tony stated. "I need to go. I've been here too long, but I won't lose touch with you and Ducky. That's why only the two of you are here, because you both mean the most to me. I'll tell McGee and Ziva on my way out."

Abby wailed, "YOU'RE GOING NOW?"

"Yes, I've talked to Jenny and she said I could leave today," Tony replied. "She knows I'm not happy here and haven't been for a long time."

"I can't believe she just said yes."

"No, Abby, she wants me to stay. She did try, but I pleaded with her to let me go."

Abby gave Tony a tight hug, still crying.

"I'm sorry, Abby, but you'll be okay," Tony consoled his friend. "You have McGee and Ziva to torment and Ducky will look after you."

"Gibbs did this, didn't he?"

"Abby, please don't get involved. Gibbs and I have some issues and I'm too tired to go forty rounds with him. I just want to go, okay?

"I don't understand. I know he's been hostile to you these past few months, but I just thought you two would work it out."

"I've tried, Abby, but there's no place for me here anymore."

"Please, Tony, just give it another week," Abby begged.

Tony let Abby go and cupped her face with his hands. He kissed her on the forehead, then said, "Abby, if I stay here another week, I'll shoot him. I think we've just come to the end. It's just easier to go and start over. Please understand, I just can't work like this anymore. I hate coming to work now. The only thing that makes it worthwhile is you and Ducky and I only see you both for a small portion of the day."

"I'm going to kill him for this, Tony," Abby said.

"No, Abby," Tony said firmly. Leave it alone. It's between Gibbs and me. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I'll tell you what; Jen and I are going out to dinner this weekend. Why don't you and Ducky join us? We can make it a weekly thing; and you still have the keys to my apartment. You can use them just like always. My home is your home, okay?"

"Ducky, say something please?" Abby begged the doctor.

"I will talk to Anthony alone, Abby," Ducky stated. "There are some things we need to discuss."

"But, Ducky… "

"Abby, I need to talk to Ducky for a few moments, okay?" Tony requested. "Then I have to clear out my desk. I'll call you later tonight, okay?"

"Okay, I suppose, but Tony you'll always have me and Ducky," Abby relented.

"I know."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Abby." Tony kissed her on the forehead and gave her a hug. As he let her go, she wiped her eyes. She then walked out of the room without looking back. Ducky and Tony waited until she reached the elevator, then Tony turned to Ducky.

"You understand, right, Ducky?" Tony asked.

"I do indeed, Anthony."

"I'm sorry to spring this on you, but something happened and I just snapped."

"What happened?" Ducky asked.

"He just pissed me off again."

"What if you tried to talk to him, Anthony."

"It's too late, Ducky," Tony stated. "I've put up with his moods and his temper for months now. It has to stop or I might do something stupid. I'm going to leave and let McGee and Ziva take it from now on. I just hope they have more guts than me and say something to his face rather than running away, but I just can't deal with him anymore, and even if we sorted this mess out, I know by next week there'll be something else he'll blame on me."

"I understand, Anthony, I really do, but like Abby says, where are you going to go?"

"I thought about the local PD."

"You might still run into him from time to time."

"I can handle time to time; every day I can't."

"Okay, if this is what you want, then I don't want to stand in your way; as long as we meet every week for dinner and I get a call every other day?"

"Deal," Tony easily agreed. "Thank you, Ducky, really."

"Okay, now that we have that dealt with, what about the other thing?" Ducky asked.

"Well, that's not an issue now."

"You think the feelings you have for him will just go away when you leave?"

"No, but I won't have to hide anymore," Tony replied. "I do love him, Ducky, but I just don't like him, and I haven't for a while now."

"Alright, Anthony, you are a grown man. You know what is best for you. I mean, you have raised yourself since you were twelve."

"Exactly, and I might be a little screwed up, but I turned out all right."

"Yes you did, my boy, yes you did." Ducky gave Tony a hug and Tony hugged him back. They let go of each other and smiled.

"So, you are leaving now?" Ducky asked.

"Yeah, just need to pack up my desk and go," Tony answered. "No fuss, no bother; just walk out and leave them to it. I'm going to take a few weeks off before I go looking for another job."

"A rest will do you the world of good, my boy."

"Yeah, it will. Anyway, I better go. I said I'd be out the building in an hour."

"Jennifer didn't say that, did she?" Ducky asked incredulously.

"God, no, she said to take my time, Ducky. She did try to get me to stay. She even said I could move to another team, then she said she was going to try her hardest to not shoot Gibbs. I'm only telling you this so you know it's not her fault."

"Okay, Anthony."

"Thank you, and don't have a fall out with Gibbs, please?"

"Ah, now that I do not promise."

"Please, I don't want to worry about you getting upset. Like I said, it's between me and Gibbs and no one else."

"I will do what I can, Anthony, but I am not promising I won't say anything."

"Okay."

Tony gave Ducky another hug and said, "I'll call tonight after I call Abby and make plans for this weekend."

Ducky sighed and dropped his head. "Okay, I will talk to you later."

"Okay, bye."

"You mean 'see you later', right?"

Tony laughed, "Of course."

Tony left Autopsy and pressed the button for the elevator. As soon as he stepped in, Ducky rushed to his phone to call Abby and Jen.

XXXXXXXXXX

Tony stepped out the elevator and walked over to his desk. Gibbs was sitting at his own desk watching him. Tony took some cold case files out of a box and sat down. Ducky, Abby and Jen were standing at the top of the stairs. No one was aware that they were there.

"Where have you been?" Gibbs asked.

"Talking to Abby and Ducky, Boss," Tony answered.

"I don't think we pay you to walk around the building talking, DiNozzo. We pay you to work. It's about time you started to do some."

Tony pushed his chair away from his desk. He lifted the empty box off the floor and started putting his things into it.

"ANSWER ME, DINOZZO!" Gibbs demanded loudly.

Tony lifted his head and looked at Gibbs. He had tears in his eyes. Not trusting himself to speak, he shook his head and took a deep breath.

"What is the box for, Tony?" Ziva asked. "Has the director fired you?" She laughed at her own joke as she watched Tony pack his desk.

Tony looked at Ziva. All the fight left his body. He just wanted to leave and never come back. He replied, "No, Jenny hasn't fired me, Ziva."

"You changing desks or something?" McGee asked.

Tony removed the resignation letter from his desk and he walked over to Gibbs and placed it on his desk in front of him. Then he walked back to his own desk and continued packing while Gibbs read the letter.

"Tony, what's going on?" McGee wanted to know.

Gibbs stopped reading the letter and watched Tony go through his drawers, emptying their contents into his box in a hurry. Tony did not answer McGee's question. McGee and Ziva look at Gibbs for an answer. Gibbs' face was red with anger.

"ANSWER HIM, DINOZZO," Gibbs bellowed.

Tony kept quiet. He opened his bottom drawer and saw all of Gibbs' medals. As he looked at them, he couldn't hold his tears back any longer, and they slowly started to fall down his face. He placed the medals on his now empty desk.

Gibbs yelled again, "I SAID TELL HIM, OR I WILL, DINOZZO! NOW!"

Tony looked at McGee. For a second McGee was taken back by Tony's face. He looked so upset.

Tim got up and walked over to Tony's desk and in a low voice he asked, "Tony are you leaving?"

Not looking at Tim, Tony answered, "Yes."

Ziva stood up and also walked over to Tony's desk. "Why?"

"Because I am, Ziva."

"Is it something I've done?" Ziva asked.

"Not everything is about you, Ziva."

"What about me?" McGee asked.

Tony angrily slammed his desk drawer closed and shouted, "NO, TIM, WHY WOULD IT!"

Abby, Ducky and Jenny looked on, still on the stairs.

"We need to get down there," Abby whispered to her companions. She then started to walk down the stairs, with Ducky and Jenny following close behind.

"Why?" Jenny asked. "It's about time Tony had his say."

"And he has a gun," Abby said. "Look, he needs help. They're gonna start ganging up on him. I can see it."

The three of them reached the bottom of the stairs, then went to stand beside Tony. A small smile crossed Tony's lips. He returned to packing some old notes.

"I don't get it, Tony," Ziva said. "Why leave now?"

"You don't have to get it, Ziva," Tony replied.

"Come on, Tony, tell us what we've done?" McGee demanded.

"FINE, YOU'VE DONE NOTHING, AND THAT'S PART OF THE REASON WHY I'M LEAVING!" Tony shouted, finally losing his temper. "I HANDED IN MY NOTICE HALF AN HOUR AGO AND AFTER SOME NAGGING JENNY TOOK IT! I'M DONE! I'M NO LONGER AN NCIS AGENT, OKAY!"

Gibbs, the only one in the bullpen who remained seated, spoke up from his desk, "Then why are you still here? Pick up your box and go."

Tony looked at him with hurt in his eyes.

Abby rounded on Gibbs and shouted, "GIBBS HOW COULD YOU?"

Tony nodded his head and looked down. He released a small, sad laugh and said, "It's okay, Abby."

"NO, IT'S NOT TONY!" Abby continued. "YOU DON'T DESERVE THAT!"

Tony took her hands in his and kissed Abby's cheek. "Honestly, Abby, it's fine. Don't get upset."

Abby turned to Gibbs and glared at him. "AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S DONE FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT HIM?"

"I'm not making him leave, Abby," Gibbs said reasonably.

"LIKE HELL YOU'RE NOT!" Abby yelled. She turned and looked and McGee and Ziva and then turned back to Gibbs. "ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED, NOT JUST AS HIS COWORKERS, BUT AS HIS SUPPOSED FRIENDS. YOU STAND THERE AND ASK IF YOU'RE THE REASON HE'S LEAVING? OF COURSE IT IS. HE'S THE SENIOR FIELD AGENT OF THE NUMBER ONE TEAM AT NCIS AND YOU ALL TREAT HIM WITH SUCH DISRESPECT! YOU ALL HAVE SOME NERVE. HE'S SAVED YOUR LIVES ON SO MANY OCCASIONS! YOU'D ALL BE DEAD RIGHT NOW IF IT WASN'T FOR TONY!"

Abby gave Gibbs her best glare and continued, "IT WAS ONLY TWO MONTHS AGO THAT HE SAVED YOUR LIFE AND THE GIRL'S BY DIVING INTO A DIRTY RIVER TO SAVE YOU, KNOWING FULL WELL HE COULD END UP BACK IN HOSPITAL BECAUSE OF HIS LUNGS, AND HOW DO YOU REPAY HIM? YOU SHOUT AT HIM FOR NOT MAKING SURE THE GUYS HE SHOT TO SAVE YOUR LIFE NO LONGER HAD THEIR WEAPONS!"

"You done?" Gibbs asked mildly.

"NO, AND YOU TWO!" Abby said as she turned to look at McGee and Ziva again, "YOU ARE THE MOST TWO-FACED PEOPLE I'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO MEET!"

"What did we do?" McGee asked.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Abby asked incredulously. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS GIBBS HAS BEEN TREATING TONY LIKE CRAP AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT BY LAUGHING, SNICKERING AND CUTTING HIM OUT, AND DON'T SAY YOU TWO HAVEN'T, BECAUSE I'VE SEEN YOU BOTH DO IT!"

"So have I," Ducky put in.

"Not you, too, Ducky," Gibbs said. "For crying out loud, he's a big boy. He can look after himself. He doesn't need an army backing him up."

You're right, Jethro, he doesn't need an army; he needed you," Ducky said.

Everyone on the entire floor was watching the events unfold when the elevator dinged and Tobias Fornell and Joe Sacks of the FBI stepped out onto the floor.

"Are we interrupting something?" Tobias asked.

Abby turned to look at him and shouted, "YES!"

"Okay, what's going on?" Tobias wanted to know.

"Nothing at all, Tobias," Gibbs answered. "DiNozzo was just leaving, and a little to slowly for my liking."