goth_abby (goth_abby) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-03-26 11:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 03, dead: abby sciuto |
RP: Abby
Who: Abby Sciuto
Where: Base prison
When: March 26, 2011, just before midnight
Summary: Abby's feeling all alone and missing everyone back home
Stretched out on the cot staring at the ceiling, Abby waited for the sleep that refused to come. Since her confinement, today had been the most difficult for her. Her feet dragged through her exercises, which she increased to include additional time with the punching bag. The decision to work harder on her hand to hand skills meant Abby needed to spend more time hitting something. Even the sun salutes she did in the morning were more of a chore than a relaxing pursuit. Everything in her body felt heavy.
As the day continued, she fell deeper and deeper into herself. The reason for the sudden fall was easy to explain. On that very day, every year, except one, for the last eight years, Abby had dinner with Gibbs. Just the two of them. She look forward to the meal every year. Even seeing him every day at work wasn't the same as having time just with each other.
Rolling over onto her side, she curled up into the fetal position. Abby wondered if he went out to dinner and waited for her to show up. Wondered if he walked by the lab every day looking for her. Wondered if he could feel how much she missed him.
How much Abby missed them all.
88 days since she heard Tony talk about his latest girlfriend. 88 days since she witness Ziva made fun of him for it. 88 days since McGee stopped by the lab to see her. 88 days since she heard one of Ducky's stories. 88 days since Gibbs brought her a Caf-Pow. Tears pooled in her eyes as she curled up tighter on the cot just as the stroke of 12 midnight passed.
Happy Birthday, Abby.