NCIS:
THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED...
DISCLAIMER: NCIS and chacters do not belong to me.
RATING: M...This is my first rated M story, between these two characters.
SUMMARY:
After Kate's funeral and the case is over, Tim finds Abby in a bar and after they have a few drinks. Tim calls a cab, the cab first stops at Abby's apartment...Tim gets out with the only intention being to make sure Abby makes it to her door okay...something happens to change that...
CHAPTER 3: SEEING TONY HURTING...
TIM'S P.O.V.
TIM'S APARTMENT...
I walked down the hall to my bedroom, still thinking about everything that had happened. It was still hard to believe that Abby and I slept together last night...even more that she said she didn't regret it.
I was still curious about where things would lead between us. I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of the answer I would get.
The last time I asked, she broke up with me...this time we're not together though.
I don't know what we are to each other now...because we were both drunk last night.
I got dressed and when I came out of the bedroom, Abby was sitting down in front of my typewriter.
She seemed lost in her thoughts.
"Abs?" I asked.
At first, I didn't think she heard me, because she seemed lost in her thoughts.
"What?" Abby asked finally looking at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I was just thinking a lot has happened in the last couple of weeks.
Losing Kate...
Ziva joining the team and I don't know what to think about her...
Then last night...and no I already told you I don't regret it...
It's just a lot to take in." Abby told me and I nodded.
"I know Abbs. Everything is happening so fast...I wish it would slow down a little bit to. Ready to go see, Tony?" I asked her and she gave a sigh.
"Yeah, Tim, I'm really worried about him." Abby said getting up.
"I know, we'll make it through. We just have to make sure that, Tony knows we're there for him and that all of us lost, Kate." I said as we walked out the door.
A LITTLE WHILE LATER...
OUTSIDE TONY'S APARTMENT...
I knocked and after a few minutes, Tony opened the door.
He was clearly drunk and probably hadn't gotten any sleep in days now.
"Tony?" Abby asked and he looked like he was trying to focus on us.
"Oh, h-hey Abs. Probie? What are you two doing here?" Tony asked stumbling back to let us in.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Abby told him.
Tony fell into a chair with a sigh, as Abby and I sat down on the couch.
"There's something different about you two." Tony said looking first at Abby and then at me.
"Tony, you didn't tell us h..." Abby began and I saw a look on Tony's face.
"Fine...besides the fact I was standing next to Kate and got her blood on me when she was shot." Tony said and I saw the tears in Abby's eyes. "Tony...you saw her as more then a partner and friend didn't you?" Abby asked and Tony gave a laugh.
"Even if I did there was nothing I could have done, because of r..." Tony began.
"You could have gone to, Gibbs." Abby told him.
"Gone to him and said screw rule 12? It's a little late...did you forget that Kate is DEAD?" Tony asked and Abby slapped the back of his head.
"No, Tony I didn't forget! Do you think I could? She was my best fri..." Abby was yelling.
"You weren't there when she was shot! You didn't get her blood on your face! See her laying there dead or see it happen again and again...every time you close your eyes!" Tony told her.
"Tony, I..." I began.
"You were not on that rooftop! You were in the street!" Tony yelled at me.
"Tony, you're not the only one who lost Kate. What about her family? What about the rest of us?" Abby asked and took off out the door; the tears had been streaming down her face.
"Hey, Probie is something going..." Tony began.
"If there was something going on between Abby and I...I wouldn't tell you. You didn't have to hurt her like that; we're hurting just as much as you are. I have to go after her. Maybe when we see you again you won't be drunk." I said and left.
OUTSIDE BY TIM'S CAR...
ABBY'S P.O.V.
I stood beside Tim's car waiting on him. I tried to stop crying, but the tears only came faster and then I felt someone's arms around me.
"Tim?" I asked and could barely see through my tears.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Tim asked and I shook my head.
"No, I want to go see Gibbs." I said and Tim helped me into the car.
Once he was in the car, he reached over and grabbing my hand gave it a squeeze.
"It's going to be okay, Abby. We'll make it through this." Tim told me.
"I-I know, it's just so hard and Tony..." I began.
"Tony was drunk...and it's no excuse, but you know he never would have said that to you if he would have been sober." Tim told me.
"I'm not so sure, Timmy." I told him and he gave my hand another squeeze, before starting the car.