Note From the Author—This story is for Raven's magic. Sorry for the slight delay, but after finals I found that all I wanted to do was actually sit still for a few days. Still I hope that even with the delay you'll enjoy the short and sweet little one shot you requested. : )

When they walked into the bright and shiny neon club McGee's eyes widened rather comically. "Abby, are you positive you want to spend the night here? Couldn't we just go back to my place, even your place?"

Abby turned to stand with her hip cocked, and regarded him with a gaze that left no question as to what her answer would be. "This place has the best drinks in the city McGee."

"Abbs," he almost whined as he followed her to a table. "When you said let's go out this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

She settled in at the table and gazed up at him with intentionally wide eyes. "Does it really matter where we are?" The look had exactly the effect she thought it would and she smiled when he sat down next to her.

They were waiting after ordering drinks when McGee's eyes went wide once again. Across the room he had just caught a glimpse of Palmer. That the man was sitting there in the neon pink and blue acid trip of the club was remarkable all on its own; the fact that he was sitting on a fuzzy neon blue chair with his tongue shoved down Agent Lee's throat was what had knocked him on his ass.

Abby's gaze followed his and she shook her head. "I guess those two really never quit," she said, clearly amused.

"What do you mean?" he questioned.

"Sweet, innocent McGee," she sighed, patting his cheek. "Those two have been sleeping together every chance they get for months."

Tim frowned. "How the hell didn't I notice that?"

She took her drink from the waiter and sipped at the shockingly green liquid. "I don't know how they've kept it from everyone. I only figured it out because of my keen investigating skills." She paused. "Well that and the fact that I found a pair of Lee's panties in the elevator."

"The elevator?"

"McGee, they've been doing the nasty pretty much everywhere; the elevator, autopsy, the bullpen."

McGee went red. "The bullpen?"

"You've got to start talking in complete sentences."

"Where in the bullpen exactly?" he squeaked.

Her grin was absolutely wicked. "On the desks."

For a moment McGee's mind went completely blank as he watched Palmer and Lee rise and head towards the door. It was amazing to him that they managed to walk at all with their mouths plastered together and their hands all over each other. The wheels in his head were spinning horrifically as he prayed that the desks didn't include his. Either way he was taking a bottle of bleach to work on Monday.

"Aww McGee," Abby crooned. "Your kind of adorable when you're all red and embarrassed."

Then she leaned over and kissed him, and suddenly Palmer and Lee having sex on his desk didn't really matter. As she pulled back Abby could see the whole issue leave his mind. Smiling as she kissed his cheek she thought, damn I'm good.