The date was May 31, 2013. That was the day that led to it all. It started off as a normal homicide case at the NCIS headquarters. The team had almost all the proof they needed to put Daniel Marquez behind bars for the murder of 2 Navy Lieutenants. He was being held in custody, waiting for trial.

"We also have this beauty." Abbey said as she and DiNozzo pushed a large steel panel between the cubicles. "As you can see here," Abbey gestured towards a dent in the metal," This dent matches almost exactly the shape of Lieutenant Richard's skull." Abbey brushed her hands against her skirt. "Think that's enough proof to nail the guy?" she asked. "Yep. Good work, Abbs." Gibbs replied as he patted her on the back. "Dinozzo, David, go check out the crime scene for any other dented metal that could bring more proof. McGee, help Abbey get that metal back down to her lab." "Sure thing, boss." Responded Mcgee. He and Abbey pushed the metal into the elevator. It was such a large piece that there was barely any room for Abbey and him both. "What the heck, Abbey? How in the world did you get this up here in the first place?" Abbey smirked. "I have my ways, McGee." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Oh, Abbey."

"Crap!" Abbey yelled as her phone dropped from her pocket. McGee reached down to get it, but so did she. His hand fell lightly over hers. The palm of his hand was warm against the back of hers. They looked up at each other and smiled as she slowly retracted her hand. "I got it." She said. McGee snapped out of it. "Oh, right." His cheeks were flushed. "Everything OK, McGee?" Abbey asked. "Yeah." McGee answered.

Later That Day

"We won the case, guys." Gibbs said. "That scumbag's behind bars." He finished. "I'd take you all out for a drink, but I have a doctor's appointment at 5." DiNozzo said. "I guess you'll owe us all 2 next time, then." Ziva teased.

"You going home early with us, Abbey?" McGee asked as he packed up his stuff from the lab. "Oh, yes I am, McGee. I would never sacrifice an early weekend if I didn't have to." Abbey started to open the door to the outside. "Dangit. I forgot to bring my umbrella!" Abbey muttered exasperatingly. "Here, Abbey, take my coat." McGee offered. "Thanks, but no thanks. My car's only a little way away." Abbey rejected. "Are you sure? You're going to get cold and wet." McGee ushered. "Fine." Abbey sighed as she held his coat over her head. "Thanks." "No problem." McGee responded. On the walk to her car, Abbey stopped suddenly. "McGee, we need to talk." "About what?" McGee faced her solemly. "Well, it's just, recently, you've been, I don't know how to explain it…" she trailed off. She looked up at him. His hair was plastered against his face from the rain and raindrops streaked down his face. Abbey just couldn't bring herself to tell him off. She didn't know what took control of her, but at that moment, she reached up and put her arms around McGee's neck. McGee didn't say anything. They just sat there in the rain, with Abbey's arms around McGee's neck. "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry. Here's your coat back." Abbey quickly handed McGee his coat as she unhooked her arms. "No, Abbey, wait." She turned back as he chased after her in the rain. "I love you."

"Oh, McGee." She said pitifully. "McGee, McGee, McGee…" she muttered. "I'm sorry Abbey. Forget I ever mentioned it." "No! Don't go! This is my fault! If I didn't hug you, none of this would've happened." "Abbey, none of this is your fault. If anyone's, it should be mine." "Why would it be yours?" "Just so it doesn't have to be yours Abbey." His eyes glowed with passion as they looked at each other. Abbey started incessantly rambling about how it's all her fault and she didn't know why she hugged him. McGee put his finger on her lips. He removed his finger and the two of them stood there in the rain, in the silence. He placed his hands softly on her cheeks and pulled her slightly towards him. She didn't move, or pull away or reject. He leaned in close to her, and kissed her. She didn't pull away, but she did pull his coat back over the both of their heads. "McGee?" she said softly. "Yes, Abbey." "I love you, too." Abbey grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the parking lot. She unlocked her car and threw him in the backseat, then climbed in with him. She turned on the heater and continued kissing him.

"Abbey, Abbey, stop it." Abbey pulled away, hurt. "It's against work regulations, Abbey. We can't do this as long as we're both working here at NCIS." Abbey sat up straight. "You're right." Her face turned sad, but still had that sparkle. "McGee, can't we just-" "Abbey, it's wrong! We can't!" Abbey still wasn't convinced. "I'm no psychologist, but you can't stop love!" She leaned in and kissed him. "You can't stop us." McGee contemplated for a minute. "I'm going home, Abbey." "McGee…"

McGee walked off into the rain and Abbey watched from the backseat window as his car pulled out and left. Abbey picked his coat up from the backseat and held it to her chest. "Oh, McGee. What did you start?" she muttered into the coat.

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