This is just a quick story I thought up.

Warning: Major character death

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

Dear McGee,

They say time flies when you're having fun. The funny thing is, I thought I was having fun. Laughing, spending time with all of my friends- well, most of my friends. Isn't that what fun is? But the time goes so slowly now... I swear, I can hear every second tick by in my head.

And I hate it.

Maybe I'm just lonely. It's been so quiet since you left. I know you told me that you wanted me to keep playing my music, even though you were gone, but... I can't. It reminds me of you.

That's another funny thing, I suppose. I'd think about you a lot before, but now, everything that I do, reminds me of you. You know, every time I hear I hear that elevator ding, now, I always whip around squeal, expecting it to be you. But it never is. At first it'd really upset me. But now it's just annoying. You know, yesterday, I was in JCPenny's, and some lady's cellphone rang and it sounded just like the elevator doors! So I whirled around and nearly ran into a wall. That's kind of sad, isn't it?

You'll be pleased to know that Jethro's doing well. All though he misses you! I keep telling him that you'll come back, although, I think I'm more telling myself that him! :) I keep telling him that you're just on a vacation but he doesn't listen! He wants you to come home!

Gibbs has been on Tony's case like none other! He's just upset because Tony can't fix computers like you can. I think Gibbs really misses you! We all miss you so much! Tony's been so down in the dumps lately. He won't admit it, but I really think he misses your company. Ziva really misses you. She's been so quiet lately. She and Tony haven't had an argument in a while. Its unsettlingly quiet! And I miss you most. I want you to come home! I want to talk about computers and stuff with you!

It's been really quiet, lately, because I have no one to talk to! I swear, I'm going crazy without you, Timmy! I spent almost an hour this morning figuring out what my least favorite numbers are.

7, 3, and 97.

7 because that's how many times you were shot. 3 was the percent chance that you would survive. But you were part of the 97 percent that didn't make it. You left me on the operating table, McGee. And I hate you for it.

But I don't hate you anymore. I just want you to come home. You said you were going on vacation, McGee. That you'd be back in a couple of days. I've never known you to be a liar, before. So, why start now? No... I shouldn't say that. There was no way you could've known. Maybe I just don't understand. You were so strong in the ambulance. You never closed your eyes, you never stopped thinking. But I guess it was your time. Kate came down, didn't she? You saw her and she took your hand and told you that you don't have to be strong forever.

You know, I've written you a letter everyday for almost five months now. Every day, I put it on your grave and hope the worms give it to you, and pray that you'll reply.

But you never do...

Love, Abby.