Author Devylish
Title Best For Last - Prequel
Fandom NCIS
Pair Tony and Abby, Tabby
Rating R
Words 1546
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show NCIS. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show NCIS and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.

430pm on a Friday night and everyone was starting to wrap things up and make their way out of NCIS, and Tony, for the fourth Friday in a row, was dateless. He wasn't quite positive how he was ending up dateless. But he was. And he wanted to put a stop to the trend now. He glanced across the hub at Ziva. Maybe…?

"David…, big plans for the evening?"

She glanced up from her computer as she shut it down. "Yes DiNozzo, I do have big plans for this evening… for this whole weekend in fact."

He blinked. Ziva had a date… plans… and he didn't? Something in the universe was off kilter. Oh, she was pretty. Beautiful even, but, HE was DiNozzo. Anthony DiNozzo. Dating was what he did. It wouldn't do for her to have a date and for him to have… nothing. He racked his brain for a recent date's name; someone who it wouldn't be a torture to go out with again. Someone who he wouldn't mislead by asking them out on a second date…. He hated to get their hopes up.

His mind skimmed over Leta, Anna, Tami, Jenni…, it floated back to Tami and her double d's, and then he realized none of them would work. They'd all interpret a second date, belated though it might be, as an invitation to a relationship. And THAT would never happen. Not again.

With a quick sniff of resolution he turned off his computer. Technically, I don't need a date, I just need plans… maybe I could hang out with a friend. He glanced at Ziva again then turned his head to the Probie who was fumbling with his satchel at his desk. "What about you McGeek? Manage to scrounge up a non-plastic date for the night?"

Tim lightly flushed, then stood up from his chair, "Y-yes Tony, as a matter of fact," he glanced at Ziva nervously, then back at Tony "I-I do have a date. A lovely date."

Tony hadn't missed McGee's fleeting look in Ziva's direction. And he didn't miss Ziva's grin at the Probie's declaration that his date was 'lovely'. Sparing a glance at Ziva's bent head, then back at Tim's fumbling figure, Tony put two and two together and came up with a strange looking four. Tim and Ziva?

He shook his head in disbelief, stood up, locked his gun drawer and grabbed his suit coat. Ziva is going to eat Timmy alive. He watched Ziva bend over and drop something into her book bag. Of course, if you have to go… what a way to go!

Throwing on his coat he nodded a 'goodnight' to both McGee and David then headed to the elevator lost in contemplation. Who the hell am I going to spend the night with?

Before he even knew what he was doing, he pressed the button that would take him down to the lab.

Abby's Lab.

Abs and I can hang out. We're friends. We can… hang.

Walking towards the lab he heard Abby's music screech to a halt and he reached the doorway just in time to see her moving around the room, shutting off her machines.

"…and last but not least, Mass Spec. Sleep tight. Have a good weekend, and don't mess with the new Vortex mixer… she's shy."

Tony smiled as he leaned against the door and watched Abby head to her office to get her bag.

He cleared his throat and pushed away from the door when he heard Abby mumble to herself, "Of course, it's sadder than sad that I'm more concerned about my gang having fun this weekend than I am about my own 'lack 'of fun plans."

"I can fix that problem Abs."

"Tony!" She turned her beaming smile in his direction, "I haven't seen you all day!" She paused, "And fix what problem?"

"Your 'I have nothing to do tonight' problem." He said as he picked up a folder that was sitting on her desk.

"Put the folder down Tony, and how are you going to solve my problem?" She picked up her bag and skipped over to him, looping her arm through his.

"… Well, it just so happens I'm free tonight too."

"Get dumped?"

"No!"

"Hey…! Just askin'… it's not like you to be dateless on a Friday night."

Tony pressed the elevator button with a sigh, "It has been recently."

"What?! Tony dateless… on a Friday night? On multiple Friday nights? What's wrong with the universe?"

"I've been asking myself the same thing." He pressed the button for the garage level. "I mean… we're talking draught here. No dates, no … nookie… I haven't been this deprived since I was a teen."

Abby smirked up at Tony, "blueballs?"

He glanced down at her and groaned. "Let's just not use the 'b' word, shall we?"

She hugged into him, "what b word? blue, or balls?"

He grimaced, "Well let's just say that I don't have any issues with the word blue."

"So," Abby paused, uncharacteristically, then pushed on, "Why haven't you been getting any? I mean, you're not exactly… hard on the eyes."

"You just complimented me." He grinned at her.

"Yeah, don't let it go to your head." She grinned wickedly, "Either head."

"Low blow Sciuto."

"I can't be nice all of the time…. So what's the story DiNozzo? Why is little Nozzo not getting any?"

"Point of fact, Nozzo is not so little. But as to his problem? One, I'm not looking for a relationship and every woman I meet wants a relationship. Problem two, we've had so many cases in the last month that all I want to do is crash when I get home."

She smiled saucily, "So you have no thoughts of 'getting off' when you get off huh?"

"Not until tonight," he agreed with a laugh.

They walked arm and arm about half way through the parking garage before Tony slowly pulled them to a stop. Turning towards her he waggled his eyebrows and asked, "So, your car or mine?"

"You ask that question, but you really don't want to take a ride in the hearse Tony. You think you do, but you don't."

He smirked at her. "I think I could handle the hearse."

She looked up into his blue-grey eyes and quirked a brow. "Are we still talking about cars here?"

"No. Yes. Maybe…. Do you want to be talking about cars, or…?"

She took a step in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and brushed her lips against his.

***

3 months later

***

Skimming his hand along her back, Tony leaned forward and pressed his lips against Abby's shoulder. "And, once again, I'm going to say it: you, Ms. Sciuto, are amazing. Wear me out, overwhelm me, amazing."

She giggled huskily, "I am amazing, aren't I?"

He let his tongue trail along her neck as his hand dipped down to her ass. "Very amazing. Deliciously amazing." He cupped a cheek, "squeezably amazing."

She loved it when he was all schmoopy and afterglowy; when both of their bodies were satiated and boneless. He was adorable and he made her weak in the knees when he touched her and teased her after they'd made love.

She took a deep breath. Of course, it was making love to her; it was fucking for him. She'd known the rules walking into this … this little thing that they had. He wasn't looking for a relationship. He was looking for a fling, for sex, for a no strings attached situation.

So that's what she was giving him.

Throwing her legs over the edge of the bed she sat up, her back to him. She missed the fleeting look of disappointment that flitted over his face as she shifted out of the bed.

"So are you free tonight? We could do Chinese and…" his hand smoothed over the mattress.

"Can I call you when I check my calendar...? I think tonight was the night that Rex wanted to introduce me to his new boyfriend."

He felt his jaw tighten. He wanted her to stay. He wanted her to stay at his place – sit with him on his couch and watch old movies, and eat Chinese with him. He wanted her. Desperately. But he couldn't let it show. Abby… Abby only wanted him as a play thing. As stress relief. A fuck buddy. She didn't want him as a … boyfriend. He frowned slightly, he didn't know how it had happened, but from the first moment he'd touched her… tasted her, he'd wanted to be hers.

"Yeah, fine, give me a call."

She finished dressing and turned back to the bed, offering nonchalantly, "Maybe I could just… stop by afterwards? After I meet Rex's new beau?"

He shrugged non-committedly, as if it didn't matter to him one way or another. "Sounds like a plan."

Lifting his hand to his mouth, he tapped a finger against his lips, a smile spreading over his face as she grinned and leaned over him.

"Talk to you later, handsome."

"Later."

***

It was always the same. The electricity, the energy, the bliss; followed by a sharp pain in the chest or in the gut… a twisting, cutting pain.

And then they were alone again.