Title: With You
Chapter: 50 Prompts
Author: Devylish
Genre: Romance/Humor
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby/Tony
Rating: PG
Summary: 3 vignettes covering various parts of Tony and Abby's life together.
Spoil/Warn: Season 5
Disclaimer: I'm of the 'nothing ownage' world. Please don't sue!
AN: Betaless, per usual… sorry!
Word count: 1315

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"You're late," she looked up at him with mildly scolding eyes.

"Have you ever tried to finagle a flight from Bosnia to the U.S. in one hour? And besides, I'm not really late, you were early… by about two weeks." He kept his voice quiet as he crept into the small hospital room. Settling on the side of the small twin sized bed, Tony gently pulled Abby closer.

"Bosnia huh?" she asked as she folded back the edge of the blanket that covered the bundle she held in her arms.

"Shhhh. Pretend I never said that. I'd hate to have to kill you." Tony's eyes were drawn to the beautiful gift sleeping in Abby's arms.

"Zachary Leroy DiNozzo, say hello to your father." Abby carefully shifted the latest addition to the DiNozzo home into Tony's waiting arms.

She ran her hand along the soft, close-cut hair at the back of Tony's neck and took in his tired, red eyes and his shadowed jaw as he lifted his finger to caress his son's cheek. .

Tony swept a finger along his son's wealth of curly black hair then ran his hand down to his little boy's tiny hand. Ten fingers. Ten toes. Tony looked up at Abby and leaned in to kiss her full lips. "You did good Mrs. DiNozzo… again."

"You didn't do too badly yourself daddy DiNozzo."

Tony looked back down at his son. "Hey little guy," Tony whispered, "I would have shaved for our first meeting, but you have to admit, you didn't give your mom and me much of a warning that you were coming."

In his sleep Zachary gave a little patented DiNozzo smirk.

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"Vegetable, animal, or mineral?"

"Mineral."

"Okay," Abby propped her feet up onto Tony's lap. "Is it bigger than a bread box?"

"Nope."

"Is it edible?"

"Nope."

"Is it black?"

"Sometimes."

"I don't like this game."

"Abby, you're THE game girl. You're the one who always wants to play games at the office gatherings…. When we go to peoples' homes, you're the one who's always last to leave the party…, why? Cuz you want to finish playing cards, or scrabble, or… or… something. How can you not like this game?"

"I'm not patient. Immediate gratification makes me… gratified." She crossed her arms over her chest and wiggled her nose. "How about you just tell me what you were thinking about and we can pretend I guessed correctly."

"Abs, that's not how 20 Questions works."

She sighed, "Fine! But no nookie for you tonight mister!"

Tony ran his hand over Abby's ankle and calf, "we'll see about that."

Abby squinted her eyes in Tony's direction. "Sometimes it's black, it's not edible…, ummm, is it something you can wear?"

"Yes."

She beamed. "Score one for Abby! Okay… does it go on your feet?"

"I'm going to go with a 'no' on that."

"Did I mention how much I hate this game?"

"Yes you did." Tony shifted on the couch, lifting her feet to a more comfortable position. "We're still playing it."

"Have you always been this mean?"

Tony laughed and Abby felt a shiver in her stomach, his smile… his laughter, they always had that affect on her.

"You're not going to give in are you?" Abby was quite adept at wheedling what she wanted out of Tony – most of the time.

"Abby... play the game."

"You know, if you have to 'make' someone play, it's not really playing… it's more like 'working'."

He lifted his brows in response.

"Pfft! Can you wear it on your head?"

"No."

"Can you wear it on your legs?"

"No."

"Your chest?"

"No."

"I don't like the word 'no'."

"Yeah, and you don't like the game 20 Questions. You'll like this game if you ever finish it!"

"No chest, no legs, no feet… you said you could wear it!"

"And you can."

"Not on my head, my feet… crap…!" Abby paused, and then her eyes opened as Tony reached into his pants pocket.

She stared at the little black velvet box in silence.

Tony didn't know if the silence was good or bad…. And then she broke it.

"Is it something you wear on your hand?" She whispered as she lifted her eyes to Tony's.

"Yes… another point for Abby."

Her eyes still locked with his, she shifted her feet off of his lap, and resituated herself until she was sitting on her knees on the couch, just inches away from him.

"I think I'd like to make my guess now."

"You still have 11 guesses left."

"I'm a daring girl… I'm going to guess now."

"Go for it Miss Sciuto." Tony cupped the little, tiny box in one hand, curving his second hand over the top.

"Is it a ring?"

He flipped the box open and Abby looked down, holding her breath.

'Again with the silence.' "Abs –" he didn't get a chance to say anything other than her name before she dived at him, crushing his hands between their bodies.

She covered Tony with kisses. Kissing his eyes, his forehead, his beautiful jaw, his lips. Oh yeah… his lips.

"Abby… Abs, hunny, is that a yes?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Tony yes!" She didn't stop kissing him to answer him, she just peppered the kisses with her words.

Pulling back suddenly, Abby smiled. "I change my mind!"

Tony felt his heart skip a beat, and then another before Abby threw a leg over his thigh and straddled his lap.

"You, Mr. DiNozzo, are most definitely getting some nookie tonight."

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She held his hand in both of hers. Her top hand petting and rubbing the thin, aged skin. Even now… through all of their years together…, she found him devastating. Beautifully handsome. His hair was now snow white – but still thick. And his eyes, when the looked at her, the grey green still took her breath away.

She lifted a hand and batted away the tears that she didn't want him to see. He was still asleep, but she knew he could wake up any minute. His sleep hadn't been deep or long for months now. And here, now, in this small hospital room, with the beeping, and the lights, and the endless distractions, sleep for Tony was particularly difficult.

And then there was the breathing.

Abby leaned forward and passed her hand over his cheek. His body was finally giving in to the damage that had been wrecked on it years ago. The plague. Diving into contaminated water. Dashing up hills to escape cars rigged to blow up. Chasing after the bad men. She smiled and turned her fingers over to memorize the feel of his skin against both sides of her hand. He didn't necessarily 'catch' the bad men, but he chased them. He chased them until headquarters had forced him to take a desk job, five… six years ago.

Behind a desk, or running the streets, Tony was still her real life hero. Mio eroe.

She started slightly as he shifted in the bed, his eyes blinking open.

"Abs." His voice was raspy, thin. It was an effort for him to even breath these days, but he always said her name; always forced the air to push through his vocal cords, to wrap around the syllable that was her name.

"Mio cuore."

He smiled, his chest barely raising as he breathed in shallowly. His hand tightened around her hand, his fingers holding her tight. Refusing to let go.

TBC

Prompts: First Meeting, Questions, Life