Wet Monday Morning
A/N Sorry it's been so long. I've had many problems, writers block and computer viruses wiping my hard drive to name two. But it's here, at last!! So enjoy this (I hope) and let me know if you want more or if you don't!! Okiepokies lets go!
Monday morning. Nobody likes Monday mornings. Walking into work on Monday morning is bad enough, knowing you've got the whole week ahead of you until the next weekend, but if you've just told the man you love that you don't love him… well then walking into work on Monday morning is ten times worse.
Tony walked through the doors of NCIS in almost a daze. It was taking all of his energy and concentration just to stop himself from running back out of those doors, back to his car and to drive home to the warm comforts of his bed where he would curl up and call Gibbs, claiming he was sick. He didn't though. He kept walking through the corridors into the lift and out into the bullpen. His heart raced and his palms began to sweat as he walked towards his desk. He stopped. No one was there. Breathing a huge sigh of relief he sat down in his chair picking up a discarded rubber band.
"You look like a wet Monday morning" A voice declared
Tony spun round and came face to face with Ziva. He chuckled a little before turning slowly back resuming his earlier position.
"What?" Asked Ziva, clearly confused by Tony's laughter "Did I get mixed up again?"
"Well Zi-vaa, take a look out of the window" He pointed in the direction of the nearest window, splattered with raindrops. He leant back in his chair "It's Monday, it's raining. That gives me every right to look like a wet Monday morning."
Ziva turned away from her position by the window just long enough to glare at Tony. She stopped glaring after a few seconds and turned her gaze to McGee's unoccupied desk. Before walking away, she offered a few words of advice to Tony, who was still sitting silently in his chair.
"I'd stay away from Abby's lab if I were you."
Tony leapt out of his seat, as though someone had fired a shotgun, desperate for Ziva to say more. She had gone. Tony sunk back into his seat despair hanging itself all over him. Ziva knew, and from the sounds of things so did Abby.
Rock music, blaring loudly from speakers greeted Tony's ears as he stepped into Abby's lab. He knew what I stupid idea it was to have come down here and that there was a good chance Abby would cause him some sort of physical or mental pain. The sight he saw was not what he expected though…
He had expected to be greeted by an angry Abby, ready to kick his ass for what he had done to McGee and in a way he would have preferred that to the sight he was looking at now; Abby sitting in a corner, tears and makeup streaming down her face and Ziva's arm around her back. It was clear she had been crying for some time, her eyes were puffy and red and there was s good as no makeup around her eyes... much of it having been transferred to Ziva's jumper. Tony stopped for a second, trying to listen to what they were saying. But through Abby's sobs and Ziva's hushed whispers he could make out very little.
Soon his protective instincts kicked in. He loved Abby like a sister and would do anything to keep her happy and safe. He knew by now that Abby couldn't be this upset about him and McGee breaking up and therefore he didn't think he could do much harm by giving her a hug and waiting for the anger another day… that was, if McGee had even told them.
"Abby? Are you ok?"
A sudden change came over her. She jumped to her feet, tears still screaming down her face but suddenly her face was full of anger too.
"Do you know what you've done?" She hissed quietly
Tony stood perfectly still, shocked by this sudden outburst of anger, before slowly shaking his head once. Abby sunk back to the ground, crying silently.
"Tell me Abby. Tell me what I've done" begged Tony in desperation "Please."