Snapshots and Memories Chapter 1, a ncis fanfic

A/N: Well, I typed this in about 30 to 40 minutes, so let me know what you think! Sadly, I don't own NCIS...

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McGee's gaze fell upon a box in the back of his wardrobe. It was of ordinary size, just a normal shoe box and had been there for about three and a half years. His heart grew heavy, as it always did when he happened to see it.

Once again he thought he should've gotten rid of it, but with every day the want to keep it became stronger.

Once again the memories came back, almost too hard to bear. They were the only thing he'd had for so long now.

He knew he couldn't continue like this. Having kept his hopes up for all those years despite the fact that she only wanted friendship was taking its toll on him. Energy rushed through him and he decided it was time to stop. With a deep breath he approached the wardrobe taking the box out. With determined strides he walked over to his bed, sitting down and placing it in his lap. His hands rested on the top for a moment before he resolutely opened Pandorra's box.

Innocently in there lay photos, a portrait she had drawn of him, letters and a chronic of the time they had spent together. His first impulse was to close it quickly and store it again. Calling himself a coward he reached inside and took the first photo out.

Immediately he felt as if it had just happened. It showed Abby and him at a picnic, he had an arm around her pulling her close. She fitted perfectly against him and with her head slightly lifted so she was able to look into his eyes she looked so beautiful it still took his breath away. He remembered that a second after this shot they had shared such a passionate kiss...

Next came one where she lay on his bed in a pretty seductive way, her eyes sparkling showing she exactly knew how much she turned him on. Indeed, only seconds later he had joined her and then he'd been the one doing the teasing. Too vividly he could recall how she had moaned and moved beneath him, how soft her skin had been. The strongest impression though came from the look he'd seen in her eyes: love, implicitly, unconditionally... How had they been able to go so wrong? How could they have lost that love?

Wondering he picked up the portrait of him. Tim was one of the few people who knew she was able to draw quite well when she was capable of staying still long enough. His features looked soft, smooth even and it was plain visible it had been done with love. For this she had taken so much time in the end that it had been him who'd almost run out of patience. Oh, how she'd laughed after she'd noticed... Normally it had always been her who was the impatient one.

The next picture was one of his favorites. Abby had had enough of being photographed and she'd had such a cute pout on her face and both hands on her hips... To her surprise he'd closed the distance between them, picked her up and twirled her around until she squealed with delight, her black skirt flowing high, revealing her long and slender legs.

A/N: So, drop a review, pretty, pretty please! Any other ideas for photos? Next chapter I plan to let Abby visit him and find out what he's doing... So, until then! :-)