"Mcgee." Abby grinned as she threw her arms around the agent. He'd met them at the elevator, a concerned expression locked on his face. He kissed her cheek, a reflex that made Abby wince inwardly. Her eyes flicked to Tony, he had started to walk ahead, leaving her with Mcgee. "Um, Mcgee?" She tried to pull away.
"Oh, sorry." He quickly released her, his face a slight shade of red. Silently, she followed after Tony.
What the hell's wrong with me, Tony shook his head. It shouldn't have made him feel like throwing up when Mcgee kissed her. Who was he trying to kid? He was jealous, and that just pissed him off more. With a look that could wilt a flower, he strode into the bullpen.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs walked in behind him. "Why haven't you taken her home yet?"
"I was waiting to check in with you, boss." Tony picked up the bag that Ziva had gotten from Abby's house. "Come on." He rolled his eyes as they walked back to the elevator.
She waited until the doors were closed before looking up at him out of the corner of her eye. "Did I do something wrong, Tony?" She asked quietly.
"Of course not." Tony's expression softened slightly. " I'm angry at myself, not you."
"What a stupid thing to say," Abby glared at him, turning to face him more clearly. "You have no reason to be mad at yourself, I don't believe you shot me."
"I have plenty of reasons." He mumbled as the doors opened.
She wasn't talking to him, he noted once they were in the car, the silence was deafening. Her eyes showed hurt, anger, and just a bit of desire, which left Tony speachless. Somehow she'd managed to become more beautiful, even with black streaks down her cheeks.
She didn't realize he was watching her as she gazed out the window, he seemed to keep his eyes on the road at all times. Angry at himself, she supressed a very humorless laugh, he was hiding something, something he didn't want her to know.
As they pulled up to his apartment, her eyes scanned the building. It was gorgeous, probably very expensive but it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. She followed close behind as he walked easily through the door, being the type of place she'd get lost so easily in. He dropped her bag in the entrance way of his apartment, waiting for her reaction.
It was a good thing he cleaned up yesterday, he chuckled to himself. He watched her as she took a good look around. It didn't seem like much to him, but he was used to it. She looked reserved, he blamed it on the lack of caffiene she'd had today.
"You'll be sleeping in here." He called as he took her bag into a room down the hall. Funny, he thought about it for a second, I don't even know why I thought I needed a second bedroom. When she didn't answer him, he went to find her. She hadn't gone far, she was standing just outside the bedroom door, her eyes glued to a photo. It was of her and Ziva, thier arm's wrapped around eachother in sisterly style.
"I remember this," She smiled a little, not wanting to look him in the eyes. It touched her heart that he would hang it along with his several family photos.
