Tabby Drabbles
Fair -- Remy Zero
"Abby! Open up!" Tony called, knocking on the door to her apartment. He had a key, but he wanted to give her the opportunity to open the door on her own before he just walked in.
It had been nearly two weeks since Kate's funeral, and while no one on the team had taken the loss well, Abby was having the hardest time getting back on track. She hadn't been sleeping well, settling on taking cat naps in her lab instead of going home at night to sleep in her own bed. After he finished up the work he had been doing at the office due to his own insomnia, he decided to stop by and check on the scientist they all loved like a baby sister.
He was convinced that the only reason she had gone home at all was because Gibbs forced her to, telling her that she needed to get out of her head for awhile. She had tried to explain to him that she was more 'out of her head' when she was at work but he hadn't bought it, instead telling her to go home and get some much needed rest.
Releasing a heavy sigh when he didn't receive an answer, Tony fished out his keyring and slipped the one that had been painted with black nail polish into the lock, turning it quietly so he didn't spook her as he entered.
"Abby?" He called again, hoping against hope that he would find her asleep in her bed. Moving down the hall toward her bedroom, his heart nearly broke when he heard her quiet sob. "Abs? You okay?"
"T... Tony?"
He took a deep breath and crossed the room, sitting down next to her on the bed. He hated the way his chest clenched uncomfortably when she crushed herself to his side, sobbing into his t-shirt quietly. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed a kiss into her loose black hair and rocked them back and forth slowly, hoping that it would calm her down.
"I'm here, Abs. I'm right here."
"Don'... don' go. Please."
Tony shook his head, dropping another kiss to her temple. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
Airplanes -- B.O.B. feat. Hayley Williams
"Please don't go."
Tony sighed, holding her against his chest as she clung to him tightly. "You know I don't have a choice, Abs. I'll be back in a few months."
She shook her head, struggling to hold back the tears she could feel building behind her eyes. "Too long. I can't... I can't believe he's sending you to sea. You're gonna miss everything."
"Final boarding call for United Flight 193 to Norfolk, Virginia."
Pulling away from her, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and rested a gentle hand on her swollen belly. "I'll be back, okay? I promise."
"You'd better call me."
He chuckled, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "You know I will, baby. As much as I can," he assured her, flashing a bright smile as he stepped through the gate, leaving her behind.
Wrapping her arms around her middle, Abby kept her eyes on him until he disappeared before heading out of the airport. By the time she reached the car she could see Tony's red-eye flight lifting off of the tarmac, its lights growing smaller as the plane moved into the clouds.
What Hurts The Most -- Rascal Flatts
He sank down onto the edge of what was once their bed and flinched at the sound of the front door clicking shut behind her, the quiet sound deafening in the bleak silence of the apartment. Looking down at his hands, he studied the ring he was twisting absently around his finger, not bothering to hold back the emotions that were threatening to flood his system.
When he had come home an hour earlier, his intentions had been good. Things quickly fell apart though, once he saw that he had walked in on his fiancee packing her belongings.
"Wh... where are you goin'?"
She spun around, her loose black hair hanging over her shoulders, still damp from a shower. "I... Tony, you're supposed to be at work."
"I was coming to check on you. McGee said you went home sick and... Abby, tell me what's goin' on."
She hesitated, turning back to her bags as she spoke quietly. "I can't do this. I thought I could, but... I can't."
Zipping up the suitcase, she turned to him and pressed a small object into his hand gently, a genuine look of regret on her face. "I can't marry you, Tony. I'm sorry."