A/N Yeah my fist (posted) fan fiction, please be nice :) ermm and please don't get half way and then finish reading. I pinky promise a happy ending.
No. Not like this. No. This can not be happening. Lying in the middle of his bed in the dead of night, she screamed into the pillow until she couldn't scream anymore. She cried, and cried until she fell into a restless slumber, full of flashbacks and nightmares of the bullet she watched go in his chest, over and over. Her dreams warping the images everytime. Him standing up after he fell, "This is your fault Abby" "You could of stopped this" "Why didn't you help me." The voice plagued her thoughts until she woke up, gasping for breath, tears down her face.
Waking up wasn't much better though. She wanted to sleep, sleep forever. She couldn't go on without him, Timmy, her Timmy. Why would someone want to hurt him. Abby couldn't go on without him. Memories of him began to swarm her mind. When they first met, his sweet innocent baby face, his big green eyes full of wonder. There first date, to a little coffee shop, she soon came to love. The brake up, telling him she didn't love him, when loving him was why she was running away. The look of pure hurt and devistation when she left, but how even after how much she hurt him, he would always, always be there for her. No matter what. She would miss all the playful banter, how he was the only one who truely understand her geek talk, how he would undress her with her eyes, then get all shy and go red when she pointed it out.
Sitting there in his empty appartment Abby regreted not telling him how much he meant to her, she wished she hadn't run away when things got serious, sure she was a little scared of commitment, but no one was better than Timmy. She had tried to move on, she tried dating other people, but no one beat Tim. Tears streamed down her face, it had only been one day since Tims...accident, but she missed him so, soo much.
Abby's phone started ringing, disturbing the eery silence.
"He *sniff* llo" she muttered into the speaked, her voice full of defeat.
*Abbs, he's awake, he is going to be okay" Gibbs voice spoke through the phone, but thats not what she focused on, the only thing she heard was the croaked "Abby" in the background. The voice like singing angels to her ears. Timmy was awake. The doctor has said there was a slim chance of him waking up from his coma, but that was his voice, and that was him talking, and he was alive.
1 month later
"I love you Abbs" He said as she curled up in his side, her head laying on his chest.
"I love you too" She replied, "and Tim, thanks for giving us a second chance. I don't know what I would of done if you had of died without knowing that."