Author's Note: Hello all! I have taken it upon myself to start my own series of one shots. I have tried to find the prompts that some people use, but not being to keen on the Internet; I decided that it's just easier to do my own. If others want to use the prompts as well (not that they might not all be too unique), that would be wonderful.
I don't own Abby, Gibbs, or the concept of the show. Just the prompt.
1. Run
Her lungs burned as she tore through the cold deserted streets of the Nation's Capitol. She didn't notice, nor did she care about the people she passed. She didn't even apologize when she knocked some teenager off of his skateboard. Her tears dried only seconds after leaving her bloodshot eyes. The frigid air made them feel like tiny icicles on her cheeks.
She began to cough slightly as she reached his street. Purple and green spots danced before her eyes as she slowed slightly. She could see his old house, only a few yards away.
As if expecting her, he opened his front door. She would have thought him psychic had it not been for the bag of trash he was toting out to the can by the street.
His famous gut didn't fail him though, as he turned his head in her direction. He squinted a slightly against the harsh wind. "Abby?" He called, stepping towards her warily. She looked ill…manic almost.
With one more burst of energy she ran the last twenty feet and threw herself into his surprised arms. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried repeatedly.
The baffled Marine half-carried her inside as she sobbed into the crook of his shoulder. When she was in such a state, getting an explanation was next to impossible.
It wasn't until later; as they lay naked under the shell of his boat that he realized what it was that bothered his girl.
They had had an argument that morning in her lab. She had forgotten to run some prints through AFIS and he had snapped at her. She snapped right back and they stared each other down for a few moments before his phone interrupted them. To him it had seemed small, but to her it was massive. He had to go right back into the field and interrogation all day, and didn't get to see her again. Given that apologies weren't anywhere in his nature, it didn't occur to him that something needed to be repaired—until he held his broken Abby in his arms.
Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head gently. "Sweet girl." He murmured, nudging her awake. She opened her beautiful green eyes—still a heartbreaking red from her tears—and stared at him silently. "I'm so sorry." He told her with a sincerity that couldn't be mistaken.
She smiled a wholehearted smile. Squeezing him tighter in an embrace, she rested her head on his chest and whispered—almost in a breath of air, "I'm so glad."