Drunk

Engaged. She was engaged. Tony walked into his apartment in a bigger funk than he had ever been in. His mind kept replaying the memory of her telling the team she was getting married to Ray. He threw his jacket across the room, not caring where it landed. He made his way to the kitchen and went straight to his alcohol cabinet. He grabbed a bottle of Whiskey and made his way back to the living room, flopping down on his couch. He didn't even bother with a glass, as he drank right out of the bottle.

He looked up at his ceiling, wondering when he lost his chance completely. When everything fell apart. They had gotten even closer after Somalia. Her father died, and things were difficult, but they still managed to be there for each other. Then Ray came into the picture. I didn't admit it then, but he was jealous. He hated seeing her with another man. Hated that he missed the chance to make her happy. Know that he had to watch her get married to another man.

He put his head in his hands just thinking that thought. He couldn't do it. He wanted to be there for her, but the man of seeing her walk down the aisle to Ray would just be too hard. To hear their vows, see the kiss that would signify their marriage, he just couldn't. He finished off the bottle in his hand and practically threw it all the ground, listening to it shatter on the hardwood floor.

"Damn it!" He yelled. Tony wasn't a crying man, but a tear slipped down his cheek without his consent. A sob escaped his throat as his mind kept telling him he lost his chance forever. He jumped up to get another bottle of alcohol from his kitchen, downing it in what seemed like seconds. He was dizzy as he walked back to the couch, feeling the effects of the two bottles of alcohol that he consumed. He didn't remember falling asleep, and he definitely didn't remember sending that email.

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Tony woke up to the sun blaring on his face. He quickly shut his eyes to block out the sun, and slowly got up off the couch. He looked at his living room. Empty bottles were scattered on the coffee table, and glass was still shattered on his floor. His head was throbbing and he brought his hands up to rub his temples. He took a deep breath and heaved himself off the couch. He made his way to the bathroom and hated what he saw in the mirror. There were bags under his eyes and there was a 5 o'clock shadow on his chin and cheeks. He looked like shit.

He stripped off his clothes and got into his shower. He got out quickly as he already knew he was going to be late to work. He got dressed and grabbed the DiNozzo defibrillator, his phone, his keys, and wallet, and headed out the door.

He made it to the Navy Yard in record time. He checked his watch in the elevator and noticed that he was 45 minutes late. When the ding radiated through the air and he walked out of the elevator. He made his way over to his desk, looking at Ziva's left hand, which had a shining diamond ring on her finger. He gulped back and sat down at his desk. He turned on his computer. He noticed that Ziva was looking at him, but he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. He opened up his next file and began working.

Gibbs strolled through the bullpen swiftly as he made his way to his desk, coffee in hand. Ziva and McGee looked up at him, but Tony kept his eyes on his computer. As Gibbs made his way back around, probably about to head to the directors' office, he stopped in front of Tony's desk. Giving him a glare. When Tony finally looked up at him, Gibbs recognized the look in the younger man's eyes. He gave him a slight nod and made his way up the stairs. Tony went back to his report. McGee and Ziva were both looking at him worriedly, Ziva knowing more than McGee did.

She couldn't get the email she read from last night out of her head. It was stuck on repeat. She couldn't sleep a wink last night, even telling Ray that she needed some time alone. He gave her what she wished for but still tried talking with her. She looked down at the ring on her finger, realizing for not the first time that it wasn't really her style. It was too big and flashy, even the ring size had been too big. She couldn't help but think, not for the first time, that Ray wasn't the man she was supposed to be marrying.