Bang.
The shot rang out through the NCIS building, a stain of red spread over the white shirt. I screamed as I met the dying eyes of special agent McGee.
"Abby... Abby, wake up." I couldn't wake up, no McGee, no... Tim don't leave, please I lov...
"I am sorry for this, Abby but... I am sorry"
A painful burning filled my back and neck, I woke up with a start. Ziva was standing next to me, her face full of regret. I looked into my computer screen, I had a red bruise mark where my neck meets my shoulder.
"Ow, Ziva... did you have to go all ninja on me?"
Ziva looked sheepish, "I am sorry but you were having a... what do you call it... Nighthorse?"
It took a few seconds to click, "oh you mean a nightmare"
A relived expression took over Ziva's face "yes a nightmare, thank you"
My mind shot back to what I had been dreaming, I felt the blood drain from my face. Ziva looked at me with a worried face that I so rarely saw on her face, it reminded me that just because she was trained as a emotionless killer doesn't mean she is. Carefully as though she thought I might run away if she spooked me, "Abby, what was your dream?"
I quickly put on my best 'I am fine' face, "oh it was nothing just a stupid nightmare"
Now she really seemed scared of spooking me, it's not like I am a deer, I won't run away.
"Abby, why were you screaming about McGee?"
I changed my mind, where is the door.
"Oh it was nothing"
Please believe me, please believe me...
"Abby please"
Damn
"Ziva, I don't want to talk about it, what did you come down here for?"
"Palmer came up here to give you samples and said you were yelling about McGee, and saying 'not him, not him, my love, no' he was quite scared"
"Ziva, please, drop it"
"Abby..." I hadn't heard that much gentleness in her voice, ever. She handed me a slip of paper "here is my number, if you ever want to talk" I don't know why, but the pity in her expression annoyed me. "why? It's not like you know anything about this" the moment I said it, I regretted it. I don't think I have ever seen so much pain in her face, a single tear escaped from her eyes. "I know more about what your going through then you think," she gave a humourless laugh, the sound sent shivers down my spine "trust me on that" she turned as if to leave. "Ziva..." she turned back to me and I threw myself on her. I hugged her tight, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean it." I pulled back, she looked stunned. Then she sent me a warm smile, "it's ok Abby, just call me when you want to talk." She left, and I stood stunned. Oh crap, I was going to tell her everything. But she was going to tell me as well, I have never seen her cry before. Not when her brother died, not when she was framed. Not even when she befriended someone who dies later, she never cried. At least not in front of me, something must be really hurting her to make her cry. Just then I remembered something, "PALMER!"
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