Hi all. =D
Sorry I haven't uploaded any fanfics in a few months.
I've been overseas and then school started and GAH!
Don't worry, I've got a few in the works.
Ahh, I'm kidding myself thinking I've actually got loyal readers. xD
Anyways, this is just a little drabble I wrote one night. It's very short, and a little dodgy, but I hope you like it. =D
When We Die – Bowling For Soup
Tony woke up on the floor in front of his couch in his apartment. The TV was still on and was now blaring out a morning television programme at an obnoxiously loud volume. With a great deal of hesitation he pulled himself up off and stumbled into the kitchen. He picked up a glass from the draining board and held it under the faucet, positioning it in order to avoid the shattered glass of the beer bottles that had been thrown into it the night before. He placed his glass down on the counter and pulled out a box of painkillers from the upper cupboard. He popped two from the blister packaging and threw them into his mouth, swallowing them both at once with a large gulp of water. His eyes wandered to the photos visible in his loungeroom. There was one of him and Ziva that caused a pang in his heart. Tony walked to the wall and lifted his phone off the receiver. He hesitated before dialling, his fingers hovering over the first few digits of her number. He thought for a moment before proceeding to dial after drawing the conclusion that there were two options. He pours his heart out to her and she blatantly rejects him (that didn't bother him as things couldn't' get much worse than they were right now), or she welcomes him with open arms (he much more preferred this option).
"Hello, Ziva David."
Her sweet voice answered the phone and Tony began to speak shamelessly.
Any feedback/criticism is much appreciated.
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