So, a couple weeks or so ago,
brilligspoons requested that I write a short fic, either a Grissom/Nick CSI story or an Abby+Tony friendship fic. I started prodding the respective muses....
And was assaulted by my Abby muse, who usually isn't around much. I've usually only got Tony and Gibbs from NCIS, but Abby came bounding in and hijacked my brain. And so, she gave me this. At present, it doesn't have a title, it's just a short little thing, but here it is!!
Abby had already been to Gibbs’ house, leaving several containers of food in the fridge, and a note next to a nice bottle of bourbon. She didn’t go down into the basement, knowing that he would eventually come find her little gifts. She had spent most of her day with Ducky when she wasn’t actively working on something, and Gerald had even stopped by briefly.
Now she finds herself driving to all of Tony’s favorite haunts. It doesn’t take her too terribly long to find him. He’s hunched over his own bottle, staring at a small picture he’s holding up with one hand. When she touches his shoulder he slides it into his pocket, and lets Abby drive him home.
Later, sitting on his couch, Abby has her head pillowed on Tony’s shoulder, and he has one arm thrown protectively around her. She lifts her glass up in front of them. “To lost friends.”
“To Kate.” Tony quietly taps his own glass against hers before they down the contents.
They fall asleep on the sofa, Abby’s arms around Tony’s waist, and his around her shoulders. The small picture of Kate is propped up on the coffee table in front of them, smiling out at the two of them as they try to protect each other from the loss of their friend.
So, is good? Please be nice, it's the first fic I've posted on LJ.
Edit: And these are the kinds of things I find when I'm bored.
http://www.tnt.tv/series/leverage/photos/?oid=49733-49790 It appears that Timothy Hutton plays piano. Because that is clearly from a location for The Miracle Job, and there was no point where Nate ever sat down at a piano, and his posture is classic pianist(except for the slumped shoulders) even down to his wrists. ^__^