So I decided to continue this. The story will mostly be about Tony and a little about Gibbs too. Enjoy!
"Gibbs, I'm gonna kill the bastard." Tony said blatantly, looking straight into the older man's icy blue eyes.
"Not if I get to him first DiNozzo." Gibbs's voice did not impart any sense of competition, only a shared goal. Tony was glad Abby's eyes were closed; he feared he might loose the contents of his stomach had they not been. Gently, Gibbs ran his callused finger along Abby's cheekbone.
"Take her to Ducky." Gibbs murmured after a long silence. Tony nodded and rose. He had been holding her when that son of a bitch of a had taken her life away, he probably knew what that could do to a man. There was no doubt in Tony's mind that Ari had hit his target, the target being both himself and Abby. Her body was still warm and he hugged it closer as he walked. It was as if he might squeeze life into her, he would gladly forfeit some of his own. Fortunately the elevator was empty. Finally Tony hung his head and cried. The tears came freely and thick, he could no longer see. He cried for Kate and Abby, and for McGee and for Gibbs and for Ducky and for himself. Would he ever be the same? Could he ever be the same? The woman he loved and the woman he was holding had both been murdered, he could have protected both. And Tony knew that after this night he might not be able to think of this. He might resort back to his old self and push it out of his mind. Never pondering or remembering, this was the one thing he couldn't let himself do. He had to keep the memory of these two amazing women alive in his mind, if not in the minds of others as well. Because if he forgot or tried not to think about it, it would be like it never happened and then it would leave no affect on him what so ever. Realizing that he wanted to be affected and to wallow in memories of his friends Tony vowed not to push the day's events out of his mind. With a shaky hand he wiped away his tears and stepped out of the elevator into autopsy. Ducky looked up from Kate's body and saw a disheveled Anthony DiNozzo standing in the doorway. Tony's eyes were red rimmed and he shook rather violently. In his arms he carried Abby's motionless body. Ducky's well worn muscles tensed in a reflex reaction.
"Oh dear." Ducky murmured walking towards Tony. Tony's head fell towards his chest. It seemed, Ducky thought, he was unable to look the ME in the eyes. "What happened?" Ducky inquired softly as he brushed a strand of hair from Abby's face.
"We were in her lab and-" He could not go one.
"There, there," Ducky comforted in a very fatherly way. "Lay her down here." He guided the grief stricken agent to the autopsy table adjacent to the one Kate lay on. Tenderly Tony lay Abby down on the table. "Now Anthony are you ready to tell me what happened?" The young man took a deep breath and began.
"We were in her lab, and we were hugging, she said she was going to miss Kate. And then he shot into the lab and he broke her glass and got her right where he got Kate." His voice was strained and hesitant.
"Him being Ari?" Ducky had already heard Jethro's theory on Kate's murder.
"Yes." Tony nodded quietly.
"Now listen Anthony, you need to go home and get some rest." Ducky said very seriously to Tony as he caressed Abby's peaceful face.
"I can't Ducky, I'll only see Abby and Kate and Abby and Kate. I can't close my eyes."
"Well let's get you cleaned off." The ME said noticing the blood on Tony's face for the first time. Ducky led him to the sink and rinsed off the blood, then to a clean autopsy table where Tony would spend the rest of the night.
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