Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. If I did, Jenny and Gibbs would be in Paris together right now, and McAbby and Tiva would happen. And I dont own Bust Your Windows.
A/N: So I keep hearing all these songs and there are tags in them that remind me of NCIS. So I consolidated them into Abby's Dreams. Enjoy. Review please!!
As she sucked down the remaining drops of her Caf-POW!, Abby fell back onto her bed. It had been a tough few days at work; the team was working on a case and they had just hit a dead end. Again. She had been chugging Caf-POW after Caf-POW, trying to stay awake to get all the information she could.
The team had been having a hard time too. Gibbs was still nice-well at least to her, but McGee, Ziva and Tony were on edge. Instead of the flirtatious dancing around each other, Tony and Ziva were having a "battle". They kept arguing about the smallest things. And McGee, tired of Tony taking out his anger on him, had actually yelled at Abby. She sighed as stretched her arm for a pillow. She dug her face into it, let out a loud frustrated groan, and then placed it under her head. She stared around her room, letting the effects of the Caf-Pow hit her. But instead, she didn't feel the hyper buz. She knew she had crashed. So instead of trying to stay away, she let sleep overcome her.
She stood in a dark room. She reached around the wall, and finally found what she was looking for. She flipped the switch up, and the lights illuminated the garage. Parked perfectly infront of her was his priced possesion: his shiny Porshe. She glared at it, as if it was the cause for all her problems. Why did he have to do this to her? He knew how she felt about him, but he just wouldn't shut up! They had been on and off, but she finally knew that he was the one for her. She had tried to tell him, but instead he kept brining up his 'Jeana Marie'. She growled at the thought of his new "serious" girlfriend. She couldn't take it anymore.
She moved around the car, examining it. She could smash it to pieces, and leave no evidence that she had done the deed. But she wanted him to know it was her; to know how he broke her heart. She picked up the first heavy thing she saw-a golf club- and went around to the drivers side. She took aim, swung backwards and hit the window. It shattered to pieces, falling around her feet and in the car. She moved her way toward the front windshield and did the same, then the passanger side window.
As she destoryed the car, she began to hum. As she got to the chorus she finally began to sing 'I bust the windows out your car. You know I did it cause I left my mark., wrote my initials with a crow bar, and then I drove off into the dark. I bust the windows out your car, you should feel lucky that thats all I did. After five whole years, of this bullshit. Gave you all of me and you played with it....'
She stood in front of the car, examining the shattered glass, broken headlights, and the large A.S. carved into the front of the hood of the car. The once shiny Proshe would never be driveable again. She smirked at her work, turned off the light and exited the garage.
She gasped awake as she sat up in bed. She glanced at her clock and noticed that she had to be at work in an hour. Her eyes fell on the large Caf-POW! cup on her dresser. She shivered, and muttered as she got ready. "I'm never having Caf-POWS! before bed again!"