Who: Abby and open What: Nothing in particular Where: Outside the firehouse When: early evening Rating: TBD Status: Open
The target had taken a beating tonight, as well as her arms. The muscles were exhausted. She'd put herself through a strenuous workout and then practiced shooting for a little over an hour. Lately she'd been hunting and sleeping, or rather trying to during the day. There were dark circles around her eyes. Abby was restless and she didn't know why. Booth was sick, that scared her. But then again, the world around her seemed to be falling apart.
She wanted to go after Drake, during the day she thought about it when she would be trying to go to sleep. Maybe go after him alone once she figured out a plan, keep everyone else safe from harm. If one of them were hurt she wouldn't be able to stand it. Booth and Brennan had no place in this fight. She didn't know why she even thought of including them. They deserved a world without the brutal truth of vampires and such. Just the monsters of the world that were behind bars. Sometimes even that was hard to deal with.
Abby stepped outside, sitting on the stoop. The cool night air was welcome against her sweat slick skin. Her stomach let her know she should pay it a little attention, but just the thought of food made her feel a little queasy. Maybe later she'd try something light like a sandwich. Her nerves had been on edge. The whole being engaged thing she was over the shock of. It became obvious that really, it made sense.
Maybe instead of having a big lavish wedding they should just go to a courthouse or something. Right now though, that wasn't on her mind. Drake was. He had to be dealt with, the question was how. Her fingers buried in her curly mane as she sat there, trying to work it out in her head. They'd figure it out, didn't have a choice. Even sitting there now she was starting to feel antsy. She was dressed for hunting, maybe she should just head out and go look for some action.