A/N: It's my first NCIS/McAbby fic… I'm super excited! :D Are you? You should be. It's a bit angst-y/what-could-have-been-ish.
Abby was running on three Caf-Pows, an extra-tight hug from Gibbs, and the incentive to put this son of a gun behind bars as soon as possible. And that meant working her little black pigtails off. The chem. results were almost done on the computer out of the super-gelled hair that the killer left behind at the scene. As soon as it was done, she was running waving her arms to Gibbs, she was very proud of herself for realizing he had gel on his hair.
But it was taking longer than expected, and she was a bit on edge. She had already been reprimanded by the Director and she wasn't about to be yelled at again. She had to get it right this time. Just had to press the right keys, and—
"Abs?" someone said from behind her, and she almost had a heart attack. Swiveling on her heels to glare at the person who interrupted her very intense session with the hair of the supposed murderer, she stopped abruptly. It was McGee, and she almost never got mad at McGee on principle. He was her best friend.
"Oh, hey, McGee." She tried to calm herself down; he had gotten her all built up to yell. "What's up?"
"Gibbs sent me down here to see how you were doing. He said it was taking—"
"Longer than he thought? Yeah. Thanks, McGee. I get that."
His face softened. "You stressed?"
"Only a whole lot."
"I won't bug you then. I'll tell Gibbs I did, okay?"
She smiled gratefully and returned to clicking on certain strands of the chemicals to eliminate the ones she needed. She felt a brush of skin on her hand while she was clicking them, and she looked up. McGee yanked his hand back and both started stuttering at the same time.
"What—why—"
"Sorry, Abby, I just thought—"
"No, it's… okay. It's okay, McGee. You're always good with me." Smiling wearily, she returned to staring at the computer. She repeated under her breath, "Always good with me."
"Sorry, what?"
"Uhm, nothing."
"See you, Abs."
"Bye, McGee."
