NCIS:
PRANKS AND ACCIDENTS...
DISCLAIMER: NCIS and characters do not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
Abby has a practical joke for Tim, he gets back at her and then as she comes into the sqaudroom. Tim recieves a phone call and has to leave.
CHAPTER 8: THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE...
SARAH'S HOSPITAL ROOM...
TIM'S P.O.V.
"Can we change the subject?" I asked and Sarah laughed. "Why? So I won't ask anymore questions about you and Abby?" Sarah asked. "That's a part of it." I replied.
"Okay, you never told me what you and Abby do at NCIS." Sarah said.
"Abby, is the forensic specialist and I am a Special Agent that goes to the crime scenes. There are two other Agents, Senior Field Tony DiNozzo..." I began and Sarah laughed again.
"DiNozzo? Are you sure it not Bozo the clown?" Sarah asked and I laughed.
'I'll have to remember that one.' I thought.
"No, it's Senior Field Agent Tony DiNozzo and Special Agent Ziva David. Then there's our boss Leroy Jethro Gib..." I began. "The one with the stupid rule 12?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah and that's not the only rule there are..." I started.
"Tim, I know there had to be more rules. Since you said rule 12. Who else?" Sarah said and for a minute I looked at her, she had sounded just like her old self.
"The director Leon Vance, the ME's assistant Jimmy Palmer. Then there's the ME Ducky." I told her.
"Ducky?" Sarah asked.
"His real name is Donald Mallard, but everyone calls him Ducky." I told her and felt like I was talking to a complete stranger, instead of my sister. "I wish I could remember. When I get out of here will you take me to NCIS?" Sarah asked and then yawned.
"Sure. I'm going to go so you can get some sleep, okay?" I asked.
"I've been sleeping a long time and don't want to go back to sleep." She told me with another yawn.
"Well, I can tell you're starting to get tired." I said and started to leave, I had just gotten to the door when she asked the one thing I had been dreading.
"Tim, if you're my brother. Where are our parents? Why am I here?" Sarah asked.
"I'll tell you later." I said looking back at her and after fighting it a little longer, she fell asleep.
I found Abby sitting in a chair, just down the hall. She had her head leaned against the wall and eyes closed.
ABBY'S P.O.V.
"Hey, Tim, are you ready to go or do you want to keep undressing me?" I asked opening my eyes and he started to turn red.
"Let's just go." Tim said.
TIM'S APARTMENT...
It took only a few minutes to get back to Tim's apartment and then we both sat on the couch.
I didn't think about it as leaned against him and laid my head on his shoulder. I guess he didn't think about what he was doing when he wrapped his arms around me.
"Abs?" I heard him say after a little bit.
"What?" I asked and opened my eyes to look at him.
"We need to talk." Tim said.
I felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over me and I knew what he wanted to talk about. We had avoided it for weeks, but the time had finally come to talk.
I remember what he had said weeks ago.
FLASHBACK *
"Abby, there's something I have to tell you. But I can't right now, okay?" Tim had asked.
"I know, Timmy." I had told him.
*END FLASHBACK
"About what you couldn't tell me that night we sat beside, Sarah?" I asked.
"Yeah, Abs..." Tim couldn't seem to go and I felt tears.
'He was going to say it was time for me to go home. Thank you for everything in the last three weeks. Can we just go back to the way things were?'
"Tim, I-I met you and you were different from every guy I dated. That's what scared me and why I couldn't commit to you. It would have hurt to..." I began, but he cut me off and began with the words I was dreading.
"Abby, I can't thank you enough for everything in this past three week. I..." Tim started to say, but I got up and started to leave. "I guess it's time for me to go." I stated for the door, but he grabbed my hand.
I kept my back to him, because I didn't want him to see the tears.
"Abby, wait." Tim said, but pulling my hand out of his...I gathered my things and left.
ABBY'S APARTMENT...
I guess that's what he wanted; when I got home, I sat on my couch and cried. I never cry, but I thought Tim and I were getting back together.
My home phone and then my cell phone rang, but I didn't answer either. I knew who it was and after what happened, I just didn't want to talk to him right now.
'You didn't let him finish.' Said a voice in my head.
"Because I knew what he was going to say." I said aloud.
After a while, I got ready for bed and for the first time in three weeks I climbed into my coffin. It now felt empty and cold, I missed Tim's arms around me.
I eventually fell asleep and began to dream, I dreamed of the three weeks and spending so much time with, Tim.
I hadn't wanted it to end, but in the end, it had.
TIM'S P.O.V.
TIM'S APARTMENT...
By the time I got outside, she was gone. I tried to call her home phone and then her cell phone, but she hadn't answered either.
After a while, I just sat down at my typewriter, but nothing came to me and I just sat there.
'What had I said to make her leave?' I then gave myself a mental headslap.
'Abby, I can't thank you enough for everything in the past three weeks I...' It was at that point she left.
I had thought we were working things out and on the verge of getting back what we had lost; I thought that was wanted.
Maybe I was wrong...
Many things had changed in the past three weeks and I thought about it all, Abby had been there through everything.
She had kept her promise to me.
My parents had died...
Sarah was in a coma and almost died...
Now Sarah didn't know who I was or anything else...
Every day for the past three weeks, I had woken up with Abby at my side and though things had never gone beyond sleeping.
Then tonight I had tried to tell Abby that I loved her and wanted us together again. She had told me weeks ago, that I hadn't dreamed what she said about loving me.
Now I was confused...
She had told me she really loved me and not like a puppy. Then I told her I couldn't talk about it, because Sarah was still in the coma.
That we could talk about it later, maybe telling her that is why she changed her mind.
She thought I didn't care and then a thought came to me. I got dressed grabbed my wallet and keys, then made my way over to Abby's apartment. I knocked, but there was no answer.
After debating for a minute I found the spare key and let myself in, I looked around and didn't see her.
I went into her bedroom and she was asleep in her coffin, but there were dried tear streaks on her cheeks.
I would talk to her in a couple of days, after Sarah was released from the hospital. I had said she could be with me on my first day back to work.
I then left her apartment a quietly as I could and made my way home.
Once I lay down in my bed, it felt empty and cold. I missed Abby beside me, holding onto her as we slept.
It took a few hours, but I finally fells asleep. I dreamed of how I had come to depend on Abby and realized I had broken a rule...
Rule 8: Never take anything for granted
I had taken for granted the fact that Abby would stay after spending as much time as she had with me since everything that had happened.