Title: Abby Found, Memories Missing
Character(s): Tony, Abby, and random angry driver
Pairing(s): Tony, Abby Friendship
Genre(s): Angst
Episode(s): No particular episode
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or any ideas belonging to NCIS. If I did, I would probably have a much nicer computer with which to work.
Author's Note: I wrote this story for a contest called Last Fiction Writer Standing. The prompt was to write something with only dialogue. This may eventually be part of a larger work, but I wanted to post it as is and see what everyone thinks. Please feedback. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know if you find it hard to follow or if it is out of character or anything like that.
"Woah! Abby!...Abby…?"
"Tony? What are you doing here?"
"I was on my way back from following up on a dead-end lead, trying to figure out where you might be. You've been missing for three days, Abby. When you were late to work the first day, we all knew something was wrong. We found signs of a struggle at your apartment. We've checked everything that could even remotely be a lead. We've talked with practically everyone you've ever even talked to, to see if anyone had seen or heard anything that could help us at all, we even checked with the nuns. We've all been really worried about you. What happened, Abby, what's wrong?"
"Why does something have to be inherently wrong?"
"Um… for starters, you've been gone for three days, and when we finally find you, you're standing in the middle of a busy road, completely spaced, you look like crap, and you're covered in blood. Now, what's going on--?"
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD, IDIOTS!"
"-- But, first, maybe we should get out of the road, huh, Abs?"
"Heh, yeah."
"Yeah, I kinda just abandoned my car in the middle of the road. Okay, you sit right over on that bench, and don't go anywhere, while I move the car, okay? Abby? Abby, were you listening? Abby!"
"Huh, what?"
"Abby, what is goin' on? This isn't like you."
"LET'S GO! GET OUT OF THE F*&^ING ROAD!!"
"Okay, okay. Alright, Abby, let's get you out of the road. Apparently, some people actually have somewhere to go."
"Okay."
"Ok, let's go. Ok, now, sit here and wait for me. Don't go anywhere, ok?"
"O-Ok."
"Just wait there. I'll go move the car. Then you ARE going to tell me what happened, ok?"
"Yeah, o-ok, Tony."
"MOVE THE F*&^ING CAR!!! MORON!!"
"I'm comin' I'm comin'. Jeez, patience much? There. The car is out of the road, now. Woah! In a hurry? Idiot. He is gonna wind up wrapped around a telephone pole somewhere."
"TONY!?"
"It's ok, it's ok, I'm here. The idiot that was stuck behind my car must really be in a hurry."
"Yeah, I saw."
"Yeah. Now, tell me. What's goin' on? Look at me. Abby..."
"Wha…? Yeah?"
"Abby, I'm worried about you. Please, tell me what's goin' on."
"I-I I don't really know, Tony. I-I don't remember."
"Well, tell me what you DO remember."
"Well, I left work, and went home. I stepped in, and someone grabbed me from behind. I fought him for a while, but he ran my head into something, and-and that's it. Next thing I remember, you were squealing to a stop in front of me, and have no idea how I got there."
"So you don't remember anything between the attack in your apartment, and when I got here, just now?"
"No."
"That's a pretty big gap, Abby. There's nothing else you can tell us? Did you happen to get a look at the man who attacked you?"
"Well, yeah. But, he was wearing a mask, so I guess the answer is actually, no."
"We're gonna find this guy, Abs, and we're gonna figure out what happened to you."