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Title: Just a Morning Moment
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 366
Rating: PG
Summary: Morning routines with a hint of neuroses.
Author's Notes: I like playing a bit fast and loose with the themes. ETA: followed by Must Be Tueday and loosely followed by Quack!Fic.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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“Come on, she bothers you, Abs. Just admit it,” Tony leans closer to the mirror, brushing lint from his collar. Abby elbows him out of the way, bending over the sink to spit. She rinses her toothbrush and returns it to the cabinet before answering him.

“Okay, fine. Ziva bugs the living hell out me. Now will you drop it?” she ducks under his arm as he reaches for a comb, and she steps out into the bedroom. “I either need a bigger bathroom or we need to spend more nights at your place.”

“Or we could get up when the alarm goes off instead of hitting the snooze,” he offers, coaxing his hair into something slightly less terrifying. “What is it about her that gets to you? Is it the language thing or the spy thing or the Probie thing or the how she wants me thing or what?”

“Trust me, Tony, Ziva does not want you,” Abby mutters, searching for her missing cuff in the pile on the dresser. “Besides even if she did, you’re not interested, right?”

“What do you mean if? Of course she wants me,” he smiles at the mirror then at Abby. She rolls her eyes, dragging her boots over to the bench beneath the window.

“Does it really matter?” Abby yanks on the lace of her boot, praying that today is not the day it finally snaps.

“Feeling threatened, Abs?” Tony sit next to her, tugging on his socks.

“I don’t know, Tony. Should I be?” she swings the laces back and forth across the hooks and threads them through the pairs of eyelets just below her knee.

“Haven’t gone out with anyone other than you in weeks, so you tell me,” he slides his feet into his loafers, glancing over at her.

“You’re not the only one, but so what?” she moves back to the dresser, searching for lipstick this time. Tony stands beside her, slipping his watch over his hand.

“How about the fact that I haven’t gone home with anyone else in weeks. Does that mean anything?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t know,” she checks the clock. “I really don’t know, but we’re late for work.”

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