I wrote this over the summer between seasons 2 and 3. I have posted it a couple of other places. I found it in a binder at home and decided to clean it up and post it here. (So keep in mind as of then, we had not officially met Tim's sister. This will be important later on. Also, I took a little liberty on his apartment layout.)
This is the longest fic I have ever written! (There are about 30 chapters.) It's a Tim/Abby story with a lot of Tony and Gibbs friendship tossed in. There is some bad language in the first few chapters, but nothing too excessive (at least to me…)
There are some (slight) spoilers for just about the last half of Season 2 (Witness, Caught on Tape, Pop Life, An Eye For An Eye, Bikini Wax, Conspiracy Theory, Red Cell, Hometown Hero, SWAK and of course Twilight) but if you haven't seen Season 2 yet what are you doing reading fan fic? GO CATCH UP! (LOL)
As always, they don't belong to me, never have. (Anything that you don't recognize and any mistakes do belong to me.)
I know, enough babble….Thanks for reading!
-NCIS-NCIS-NCIS
Abby woke up and found herself alone in the bed. She sighed and got up, finding one of Tim's t-shirts and pulling it on. She quietly walked into the living room. He was standing at the front window, staring out at the rain. The only light was coming from the street lamps outside. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and rested her head on his back.
"Hey," she said softly.
When he didn't respond, she let go of her hold and stood behind him. "What's wrong Tim?"
"Nothing," he responded, still staring out the window.
She knew what he was thinking about. "You're still thinking about her, aren't you?"
He sighed. "I just feel guilty. I should have done a better job."
"It wasn't your fault you know. You did your job the way you were supposed to."
"I should have been closer, I could have done something."
"Then why weren't you closer? Why did you keep your distance?"
Abby knew Erin was infatuated with Tim and it was obvious he was enjoying the attention. Yeah, she was extremely jealous at first, but she trusted him. Now she wasn't sure what to think. Did he have feelings for her that were deeper?
Tim shrugged. "Because," he mumbled.
"Because what? Tim, look at me."
He still stood facing away from her. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and her anger growing. "Because if you were closer then you would have a whole different reason to feel guilty, right?"
His silence was her answer. She turned away from him and headed back towards the bedroom. He finally turned around.
"Abby wait."
He followed her to the bedroom. "Abby, please listen to me."
"Why?"
Abby picked up her clothes that were scattered around the floor and started getting dressed.
"Please?"
"No! Why should I listen to you? It's apparent our relationship doesn't mean as much to you as it does to me."
"Come on Abby, it's not like I actually did anything, why are you so mad?"
She shook her head. "You seriously thought about it though. That's enough to put doubt in my mind."
"Oh, like you haven't thought about somebody else before."
Abby stared at him like he had two heads. "You can be so stupid sometimes."
That set him off. "Well you can be such a bitch sometimes!"
"Well I wouldn't have to be if you weren't such an asshole."
"So now I'm an asshole? I wasn't such an asshole when you were calling out my name earlier."
She picked up one of her shoes and threw it at him. He ducked, the shoe just missing his bead.
"You son of a bitch! You selfish, arrogant son of a bitch! Why don't you go to hell!"
"Being here with you makes me feel like I'm already there."
"You bastard! I swear sometimes I could just punch you!"
Crossing the room in two swift strides, he smirked at her as they stood face to face. "So, what's stopping you? Come on, give me your best shot."
Abby glared at him, her eyes like daggers.
"Oh, not so big and bad now? I knew you didn't have the nerve to ..."
He was interrupted mid sentence when she socked him in the mouth. Being caught off guard, he stumbled back and fell on his ass.
"That will teach you to shut the hell up!" He sat and stared at her in stunned silence. He could taste the
blood from his split lip. She finished dressing and grabbed her jacket.
"As far as I'm concerned, McGee, you can go straight to hell. I hope you enjoyed your pity fuck, now stay the hell out of my life!"
Abby stormed out, picking up the shoe she had thrown at him along the way. He sat and listened as she
slammed the door on her way out.
"Damn it!"
After a few minutes, he picked himself up off the floor. He went into the bathroom to change his bloody shirt and clean up his lip. He returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh. He held his head in his hands as the tears started to run down his face and sobbed.
"Oh God Abby. What have I done? I'm such a screw up. I'm so sorry."
Eventually he laid down and fell into a restless sleep.