A/N So I really wanted to write something for this. But I couldn't think of anything so, I have resorted to prompts. So prompt #24 fight/flight.
Disclaimer: Alas, they are not mine.
"This is so stupid Ziva. Me and McGee are just friends. We've been only friends for like six years!" Abby defended herself her voice slowly getting higher and higher until she was yelling. She gripped the back of the couch, her knuckles turning white as she squeezed.
"But you flirt. You flirt so damn much! You let him check you out! You tease him, you get mad when he so much as mentions a girl! How can you tell me you don't have feelings for him?" Ziva asked the break half way through in her voice ripped at Abby's heart. But not enough to make her anger waver. How could Ziva think she still had feelings for McGee when she loved her so much?
"What about you and Tony? You tease him! You keep constant tabs on him! You even told me you used to think you use to have a crush on him!" Abby screamed squeezing the sides of her head in frustration. Tears building behind her eyes.
"I-I I do not like Tony! That is different. We. Are. Partners!" Ziva stuttered out her face contorting into a look of disgust.
"And I don't like Tim! Gah, Ziva why do you have to be so impossible!" Abby yelled giving the couch a shove and twirling around to stomp into their bedroom.
Whenever they fought, and they didn't do it much, Ziva fled. So here she was practically running through the park across the street from her and Abby's apartment. Letting the dark trees blurring beside her stop her pounding heart, and racing thoughts.
She stopped in front of a bench on the path. Wrapping the open sides of her jacket closer to her, and doubling over panting.
She fell onto the cold bench. Running her fingers into her hair. Why did she have to be so stupid? Why did she have to be such a horrible girlfriend? She rested her head on her hands, and her elbows on her knees.
Finally catching her breath. Ziva groaned. Why did she even have to bring Tim up? Of course Abby didn't have feelings for McGee.
"Idiot," Ziva breathed out in a puff of hot breath in the cold air.
The chill was creeping up from the freezing metal bench into her. Her teeth were beginning to chatter, and goosebumps were rising all over her skin. She needed to get somewhere warm, fast. But she couldn't go home, not yet. Making a hasty decision Ziva started heading to the diner her and Abby ate lunch at on Saturdays, when they finally made there way out of bed.
The little bell jingled when she walked in and the late night waitress looked up from her crossword. "Can I get you anythin'?" she drawled.
"Tea?" Ziva asked sitting down on a stool letting the blowing heat warm the parts of her, her jog didn't. She let her head fall onto her arm that was resting on the counter, and let out a long breath. The guilt was beginning to set full in. She really was impossible. Always arguing, needing to get her point across. The waitress set the mug of tea in front of Ziva and smiled. Before setting to work on reloading the pastry case. Which gave Ziva an idea.
Slowly she unlocked the door. The apartment was dark, how she'd left it.
No T.V noises from the bedroom.
She set down the brown bag in her hand on the counter, along with her keys. Tossing her jacket onto the couch.
She slid into the bedroom, where Abby was curled up on the bed. Ziva wasn't sure if she was asleep or not.
She slid into her pajamas. Then knelt next to the bed.
"Abby, are you awake?" She asked giving her a little shake.
"Why're you on the floor? Not in bed?" Abby asked groggily looking up, her black hair spilling around her face. At the sight of Abby's red rimmed eyes Ziva felt like she had been punched in the stomach.
"We fought," Ziva stated touching Abby's cheek lightly.
"So you should been in here, snuggle-apologizing to me." Abby said wrapping her arms around Ziva's neck and pulling her toward the bed.
"Why are you not still mad at me?" Ziva asked crawling into bed with Abby. Her body starving for Abby's warmth.
"Cause I'm tired, and I fell asleep missing you," Abby stated wrapping her arm around Ziva's middle and snuggling into her shoulder. "So stop asking questions before I wake the rest of the way up and remember how mad I am at you," Abby continued muffled from the crook of Ziva's neck.
"You know I don't like McGee though right?" Abby asked laving in the fact that her warm breath could still make Ziva shiver.
"Of course, I'm just..., scared. I am not good enough for you." Ziva stated showing how much she cared about and trusted Abby by letting her see her vulnerable.
"Ziva I love you way too much to 'have feelings fo'r anyone else. You are definitely plenty good enough for me." Abby stated finally leaving her safe haven of Ziva's warm soft skin, and giving up her facade of being to tired to be mad or really think to much.
Ziva closed her eyes and hugged Abby closer to her. They just couldn't stay mad at each other.
The next mornings breakfast of muffins and bagels definitely helped smooth things over though.
A/N Well hope you enjoyed it cause I enjoyed writing it. Plus I love muffins for breakfast! It's like an icingly-less cupcake in the morning.