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fic_variationsTitle: Orange Juice and Vodka.
Author: Jane (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG for lots of drinkin'.
Words: 514
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time..Gibbs/Abby
Spoilers: Hiatus 1/2.
Author's Notes: I'M DONE! Wahoo! Abby deals with Gibbs' last Semper Fi in her own way. 10/10. Not my best work, but if I were her, I'd be that drunk too.
Abby woke feeling sick to her stomach. Her head ached, her mouth was dry and her stomach heaved. She was definitely hung over. She hadn't felt this bad in years. Even after Mikel stalked her and she spent the night getting drunk in the basement, she hadn't woken up feeling like this.
Abby pulled the sheets up over her shoulder and closed her eyes. She couldn't get the rolling feeling to stop. The room spun even with her eyes close and she was positive her bed was on water.
Suddenly Abby just didn't feel sick, she felt the immense sadness and loss that had dogged her all of last night. The tears she had from the previous day returned and soon she was sobbing into her pillow. She hugged Bert to her chest and cried until she was gasping for breath.
Her stomach rolled violently causing her to lurch from the bed towards her bathroom. Abby spent the next hour and a half hanging over the toilet seat. She wondered how she had partied so hard in college. She wanted to die quickly, preferably right here, hugging her toilet. Although now the reasons were more than just a hangover.
Wrapped in her blanket with Bert under her arm she fixed tea and dug up some crackers. On the couch she forced the stuff down.
Across her living room floor and coffee table were a dozen or so bottles. Abby distinctly remembered stopping on her ride home to buy the alcohol. she bought rum, and bourbon, and vodka. She bought orange juice and RedBull and went home to get as drunk as she could. She wasn't going for numb, she went for completely blank.
Leaving NCIS had been harder than it ever had. No one knew what to say or what to do next. Abby was in tears, Ziva had gotten misty and the Director stood on the landing in shock.
Abby shook off McGee and Tony as she went back to her lab. She stuffed everything in her bag, shut it all down and threw her coat that hung in the corner across the room. Bert was stuffed under her free arm and her bag slung over the other.
Her phone had no missed calls, and she wanted to cry.
As she sat feeling like hell had puked her up, she stared at the disarray of her living room. Her mind understood the reasoning behind Gibbs leaving. Her heart screamed about how much it hurt and what was going to happen to them now. When would he come back?
More importantly. How would she survive every day without him.
A small bottle of Smirnoff sat unopened on the edge of the coffee table next to a bottle of Vodka. Apparently she had missed the clear stuff. In the kitchen she found half a carton of orange juice and a giant Washington Redskins cup Tony bought her last season.
She couldn't face another day of this, and figured tomorrow would be the time to start living without Gibbs. Today, she was getting drunk. Again.
Author: Jane (
brightillusions)Rating: PG for lots of drinkin'.
Words: 514
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time..Gibbs/AbbySpoilers: Hiatus 1/2.
Author's Notes: I'M DONE! Wahoo! Abby deals with Gibbs' last Semper Fi in her own way. 10/10. Not my best work, but if I were her, I'd be that drunk too.
Abby woke feeling sick to her stomach. Her head ached, her mouth was dry and her stomach heaved. She was definitely hung over. She hadn't felt this bad in years. Even after Mikel stalked her and she spent the night getting drunk in the basement, she hadn't woken up feeling like this.
Abby pulled the sheets up over her shoulder and closed her eyes. She couldn't get the rolling feeling to stop. The room spun even with her eyes close and she was positive her bed was on water.
Suddenly Abby just didn't feel sick, she felt the immense sadness and loss that had dogged her all of last night. The tears she had from the previous day returned and soon she was sobbing into her pillow. She hugged Bert to her chest and cried until she was gasping for breath.
Her stomach rolled violently causing her to lurch from the bed towards her bathroom. Abby spent the next hour and a half hanging over the toilet seat. She wondered how she had partied so hard in college. She wanted to die quickly, preferably right here, hugging her toilet. Although now the reasons were more than just a hangover.
Wrapped in her blanket with Bert under her arm she fixed tea and dug up some crackers. On the couch she forced the stuff down.
Across her living room floor and coffee table were a dozen or so bottles. Abby distinctly remembered stopping on her ride home to buy the alcohol. she bought rum, and bourbon, and vodka. She bought orange juice and RedBull and went home to get as drunk as she could. She wasn't going for numb, she went for completely blank.
Leaving NCIS had been harder than it ever had. No one knew what to say or what to do next. Abby was in tears, Ziva had gotten misty and the Director stood on the landing in shock.
Abby shook off McGee and Tony as she went back to her lab. She stuffed everything in her bag, shut it all down and threw her coat that hung in the corner across the room. Bert was stuffed under her free arm and her bag slung over the other.
Her phone had no missed calls, and she wanted to cry.
As she sat feeling like hell had puked her up, she stared at the disarray of her living room. Her mind understood the reasoning behind Gibbs leaving. Her heart screamed about how much it hurt and what was going to happen to them now. When would he come back?
More importantly. How would she survive every day without him.
A small bottle of Smirnoff sat unopened on the edge of the coffee table next to a bottle of Vodka. Apparently she had missed the clear stuff. In the kitchen she found half a carton of orange juice and a giant Washington Redskins cup Tony bought her last season.
She couldn't face another day of this, and figured tomorrow would be the time to start living without Gibbs. Today, she was getting drunk. Again.
