“Rabb,” came over the line a second later. Instead of grabbing his duffle, he opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out an old flip phone, dialing a number from memory. The actions were simple, but what they meant was anything but. The objective was simple: pack a bag and then take a taxi to the airport to meet Gibbs, Vance, and Ziva. He knew exactly what he needed to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to put one foot in front of the other. Tony stood at the end of his bed and stared at nothing.
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