Wishing on a Star: Chapter Two - Abby
Abby couldn't sleep. How could Ziva just stay in Tel Aviv like that? She didn't say anything. No signals. Nothing.
Tony had looked so depressed when he came back into the building. Abby knew he loved Ziva. In a weird, I-won't-do-anything-until-you-do kind of way. And Abby knew that Ziva loved Tony, too. In a weird, I-shouldn't-love-you-but-I-do kind of way.
Abby padded out to her living room barefooted, sat down on the couch, and started idly flipping channels on the TV. At this hour, only forensic shows that didn't get anything right were on, so she hit the power button.
She grabbed a bathrobe out of the closet, turned off the lights, and left her apartment. Riding the elevator down to the first floor, she started crying.
Abby pushed open the door to the courtyard, letting it slam behind her. She climbed up one of the brick walls surrounding a garden and sat on the edge, letting her feet be tickled by the growing plants around her.
She looked up at the sky. She searched until she found the star she was looking for—the one at the top of the Big Dipper. Abby had loved that star since she was little.
She wished that Ziva would come back. That Tony and Ziva would finally admit that they loved each other.
Sorry if you got an extra email for this one! I was having memory problems after chasing 7-year-olds around at the beach all day.