Title: Forgive and Forget
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers: None... yet
Pairings: You'll see
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. DPB and CBS do. I do not even own this computer, or this chair, or this shirt (it's my step-dads). I do own a few CDs, but other than that... nothing. How sad!
I know that I wasn't going to write anymore stories until I finished The Blame and The Man I Love, but I couldn't help myself. This little annoying guy kept running around in my head screaming, "Write it! Write it!" The little guy kinda looked like Tony a little... actually it was. Hmm... wonder if he is always in there?
Anyways, please read, review and enjoy!
Okay, so their relationship was on the rocks, but was it over? They had a few arguments, but nothing was ever announced. Had she just done the worst thing ever? Had she broken that sacred bond between two best friends? Shattered the trust that held them together? Thoughts raced through her head as she wondered what she had just done. Why?
Pullling the covers tighter around her, she shivered. His breath tickled her neck as he slept soundly beside her. Her eyes scanned the room, noticing the mess they had made. Their clothes lay in a heap on the floor, by a lamp they had accidentally broken. Rough. She gasped as the man beside her wrapped his arms around her bare waist.
This was wrong, very wrong. What had she done? Would everyone forgive her? Not exactly sure of what to do, she untangled herself from the covers and went to get dressed. Searching through the pile of clothes on the floor, none of them seemed to be hers. Opening up his closet, she snatched out a MIT sweatshirt and the smallest pair of sweatpants she could find, although she still had to roll them up a few times.
Stepping out of his room and into the darkness of the house, she searched for her keys. After finding them, she hastily scribbled down a note that said not to worry, she was fine, she'd return his clothes and after her signature she wrote: P.S. I'm sorry.
Walking to her car, she once again wondered why she had done this. As the guilt began to settle in her gut, tears flowed freely down her face. Going home now would not be good. She felt so horrible that she didn't trust herself to be alone, not yet anyway. Unsure of where to go, she sat in her car with her engine running. Finally, after a few silent moments of thinking, a name popped into her head. Putting her car into gear, she left the parking lot and made her way to his house.
Tony glanced at the clock on his bedside table. 2:30 stood out in big, red, digital numbers. He wondered why the numbers on a digital clock always looked so square and boxy. They all could be formed from that rectangular number eight. It was sort of annoying.
Getting aggravated with his own thoughts, he hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of navy blue sweats. Coffee... yes, that is what he needed. Making his way to the kitchen, he got everything ready. After a few minutes he could smell the strong scent of coffee and he could hear it brewing.
He needed sleep, but he had been awake all night, watching those aggitating red numbers change slowly every. Single. Minute. If he fell asleep at work then so be it. Gibbs was going to have to just get over it or fire him. "You better not go to sleep DiNozzo," Tony said aloud. "If you do and Gibbs sees you, then your ass is grass." Tony laughed to himself, thinking of the angry look Gibbs would give him, followed by the oh-so-popular head slap. Just thinking about it made him wince.
Stepping up to the counter, he grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and poured himself some coffee. He took a sip, wondering what it tasted like black. "Ugh," Tony muttered. "How the hell does Gibbs drink that?" He set the cup down and added some sugar and creamer, then sat down on his couch to watch the news.
She wasn't sure if what she was about to do was the right thing, but it was too late to go back now. She reached the door to his apartment and knocked lightly, hoping he was home. After waiting a little bit, she knocked a little louder, thinking that maybe he was asleep and couldn't hear her. To her surprise, it didn't take him long to answer the door. "Hey Tony," she whispered.
Tony took a quick glance at her and saw her red-rimmed eyes. "What are you doing here?"
