*Abby's Point of View*
When we walked to where J.D. was I saw her with her head buried in her arms crying. Sighing I sat next to her and pulled her into my chest. She turned to me and sobbed harder into my neck.
"J.D.," I said sadly, "I love you, but you're an idiot sometimes."
"I just love him so much," she said hiccupping.
"And you can't go with him because of his job," Ziva stated sitting next to us.
"Yes," she said looking at Ziva, "Sire, I love him with all of my being."
"Come on," I said pulling her up, "Ziva can you tell Gibbs that J.D., you, and I are going to my house?"
"Ya," she said getting up and leaving.
"Let's go," I said walking to my car, "We need to go the store after Ziva gets back."
J.D. just nodded slightly before curling into the backseat and continuing to cry. Ziva got in the front seat a few moments later. I quickly drove to the store and Ziva, J.D., and I walked inside.
We went to the food section and J.D. grabbed a few pints of vegan ice cream and some veggie burgers, Ziva grabbed some bottles of sugar free soda and fat free chips, and I grabbed a few vampire movies and some musicals.
Walking to the cashers' desk I saw that J.D. had handed her stuff to Ziva and was now back to crying her eyes out in the car. Sighing I quickly paid for everything and walked into the car.
"J.D.," I said sadly, "You can't keep doing this to yourself."
"Keep doing what?" she asked unemotionally.
"Hiding yourself away from your feelings," I said desperately.
"I'm not hiding," she said not looking up, "I just want to not feel."
Looking at J.D. I quickly I couldn't help but feel concern about how much she believed in what she was saying. I turned to Ziva to see that she was staring at J.D. also. I finished driving home without talking again.
I pulled out my cell phone and texted Tony to bring McGee over to my house. J.D. walked into my house and instantly curled up on my couch with a blank, unemotional expression that scared the shit out of me.
Ziva and I put all the food away, occasionally asking if J.D. wanted anything. Every time we asked her though she didn't answer or she just shook her head. The concern that I was feeling doubled after an hour of her not talking. I was about to ask her something when there was a knock on the door.
"Tony," I said opening the door, "McGee you have to talk to J.D."
"Is something wrong with her?" he asked instantly concerned.
"She hasn't spoken or shown any emotion since she stopped crying," I said begging, "Please forget about your job. She loves you to the point that she is breaking down mentally."
"Oh god," he said before pushing past me and to J.D.