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I am soooooo sorry this is so late. I started a new story, and with the start of that one I neglected the ones I already had. I am ashamed *averts eyes*
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NCIS
Tony pulled into the driveway, turned his car off, but didn't make any attempts to open the door. He wasn't sure he was ready to face Abby, to deal with what had happened today, and he was so close to cracking that talking about it could easily push him over the edge. It was much safer in the car.
Unwillingly, he thought back to the doctor's office. The look of complete sorrow on the doc's face as he explained that twenty-five percent of first pregnancies end in miscarriage left something hollow in the pit of Tony's stomach. He hadn't realized just how much he wanted the baby until it was gone.
Abby had wanted to return to work, but he insisted he take her home. Reluctantly she agreed, but otherwise hadn't spoken a single word to him since. He had even tried calling several times, but his calls kept going to voicemail. A part of DiNozzo felt guilty that he didn't stay home with her, but this wasn't something he wanted to discuss with anyone, much less telling Gibbs just why he wasn't coming back to work, so he returned to work only to be sent home.
Maybe Gibbs already suspects, Tony thought for once grateful that his boss was really good at reading people. As long as Gibbs knew, DiNozzo wouldn't have to tell anyone else. No one else had to know that he and Abby had lost their baby.
With a sigh and a quick scrub at his face with his hand, Tony got out of the car and headed towards the front door. He hesitated at the door, drew a few, deep breaths, and finally let himself into the house.
"Abbs," he called, hoping she'd answer him, but was sorely disappointed. He quickly searched the downstairs, but didn't have any luck locating Abby. So, he tried upstairs, finding their bedroom door closed.
"Abby," he said softly, knocking on the door. A sniffle greeted him, and Tony took that as confirmation to go inside. He slowly opened the door, slipping into the room.
Abby sat on the opposite side of the room, her back against the bed, LJ lying next to her. She absentmindedly stroked the dog's fur, staring at the back wall. Tony carefully moved forward, crouching down next to her.
"Abbs," he murmured, resting a hand on her back.
"Why did this happen, Tony?" she asked curiously, still staring at the wall. "I mean, why us? We're good people, right?"
"Yeah," Tony quickly responded, lowering himself to the floor so he was sitting next to her. "Sometimes bad stuff happens. We can't control it."
"Unless one of us did deserve it," Abby whispered as a single tear fell down her cheek. Her mascara had long since washed away, leaving her looking several years younger and more innocent than Tony had ever seen her. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but restrained himself when he thought back to what she had just said.
"Neither one of us deserve this, Abby," he said softly, rubbing her back. "No one deserves this."
"How can you know?" Abby demanded, turning to look at Tony, her face awash with guilt. "How can you know this wasn't your f-fault or m-m-mine? M-maybe one o-of us did s-s-something bad."
"Abby, no that's not…" he tried to hug her, but she pushed him away and jumped to her feet, racing into the bathroom. She slammed the door, locking it behind her.
