Hi there! This is just a little one shot that I jotted down in my notebook a couple of years ago but didn't type up until recently. I see it as being set somewhere between Twilight and Kill Ari, soon after Kate's death, but really it could be anytime after. I'd love to hear what you think of my little story. Of course, I only own my words.

Tap, tap, tap - - the knock was so soft he barely heard it over the TV. "It's 2:30 in the morning, who the hell is that?" Tony groaned. He dragged himself off the couch and to the door. "Abs?... What?" "I miss her, Tony," the woman at the door sobbed as she stumbled into his arms. "I know… me too," he replied, leading her over to the couch. She leaned heavily into him as he draped a blanket over her. After a few moments of silence Abby spoke again. "You know, I had a dream about it… before. Except it was you I was worried about. But now I know it was Kate's blood I saw… all over your face." Tony sighed heavily before trying to lighten the mood. "Oh I see how it is, as soon as you know it's not me who's in trouble, I'm forgotten," he said with a forced laugh. Abby immediately stiffened on his shoulder, "How could you say that?" Her eyes shone with unshed tears and her expression screamed hurt and indignation. "How?" she began, but Tony cut her off with a finger to her lips. "I know. I'm sorry," he murmured. They sat quietly together for at least another hour, just taking comfort in the other's presence before Abby yawned as Tony checked the clock; four am. "It's late," he began. "Can I stay? I - - I don't really want to be alone." Abby whispered. Tony smiled for the first time all night, "Of course you can. You want the couch or the bed?" Abby thought for a moment, "Couch, I don't want to steal your bed and this way I don't have to move." "Okay, I'll get you a pillow in a minute," Tony said. But a minute came and went and the morning light found them both asleep on the couch. His head lolling back on the sofa, hers nestled into his shoulder.