Ziva had quickly buried any further sorrow for her friend. It would do nothing to help Tony, and it wouldn't change anything; wouldn't fuel any part of her that would be necessary at this point. She'd already taken out the person that'd done this to him. But now that she saw the extent of it, she wished she'd not waited for Gibbs and McGee. She wished she'd taken Jeanne, tied her down, and done everything ten-fold, what she had done to Tony. Then, and only then, would she consider the possibility of letting the pathetic woman bleed out and die.
Ziva slipped into the restroom that was directly connected to Tony's hospital room, after a nurse had come in to check his vitals, and promised to stay put until she came back out. But when she was finished, the nurse wasn't the only one in the room with Tony.
Familiar black pigtails where the first and only indication Ziva needed. She nodded to the nurse, to let her leave, before going to Abby's uncharacteristically still form. She was standing beside the bed, and once Ziva was beside her, she realized that her hands weren't as stiff as the rest of her. Joined in front of her, Abby's fingers twisted and untwisted over and over with their counterparts. Her face was an open book, displaying pages of sadness and anger and confusion. But the tears didn't come. The slight twitching made Ziva think that perhaps the dam was weakening, and at any moment, it would break.
She really wished that Gibbs was here. She didn't do very well with this sort of thing; dealing with emotional people. Hell, she could barely help herself through such instances. Not in a healthy way, anyway.
Ziva laid a hand on Abby's arm, and the taller girl turned her head to look at her. Her eyes darted back and forth between Ziva's. "I just wanna hold him," Abby told her, in barely a whisper. "But I don't even know where to touch him...I don't wanna hurt him..."
Before the poor girl could implode, Ziva took the initiative to step forward and pull her into a hug; something the forensic goth had done for her on occasion, whether or not she knew she'd needed it, then... Ziva felt Abby's body shaking with sobs, yet she made no sound of tears.
After a few minutes, she finally spoke, broken as it may be, "How could anyone do this? How could she do this to our Tony?"
Tbc...
A/N: Know it's short, but I've had a not-so-awesome day. More to come tomorrow. Thanks for being awesome and patient~