Don't any of the characters, so wish I did, but hey you know! All I own is my own little runny brain cells and what they pour out. I thank my friends Erin and Becky for all the support they have given me through all this writing lark… ENJOY!!!

Chapter 1

Timothy McGee walked calmly into the bull pen, placing Gibbs' coffee on his desk. Noticing the lack of files and paper on his boss' desk. Either they had no case or they had somehow been robbed. McGee rather thought that his first thought was more probable. He walked over to his desk and sat down, looking through the mess of papers that seemed to have constant residence on the wooden top. Flipping through the general paper work he found something unusual, a long white envelope. Quickly tearing it open he read swiftly.

Team,

No case. Go home and relax. Will contact you later.

Gibbs

McGee laughed to himself, Gibbs must have trusted h8im to leave this not on his desk. Tony would loose it, Zeva would think it was Tony playing a joke, and no one else worked in the bull pen. Ducky was always down in the morgue, and Abby was always in her Lab, listening to Android Lust or something. Thinking of Abby had him chewing on the inside of his mouth. They had been seeing each other in secret for almost two months. Neither Tony, Zeva, Ducky or more importantly Gibbs knew anything about it. By seeing Abby they were both breaking Gibbs rule 12, a danger to break any of Gibbs' rules let alone rule 12! But that was all part of the fun, McGee quite enjoyed it that way, it made it very exciting.

Getting bored of waiting for Tony and Zeva they had the day off, McGee went down in the elevator to go and see Abby in her lab, maybe they could go somewhere nice for the day. Or maybe they would o to his or hers and watch a film together or something.

The usual loud, heavy music was playing when McGee entered Abby's lab. Abby was typing something on the computer, updating her facebook status.

"Hey Abby," Time called over the music.

"Timmy!" She cried running over and hugging him round the middle. "Got any evidence for me? What's the case?"

McGee kissed the top of Abby's black hair, "no case today Abby."

"Really?" she said, looking up into Tim's face. "No murder, no break-ins, no terrorist plots?"

"Really"

"Hmmm…. Got anything planned then?" Abby asked, her tone made McGee think that there was something behind this comment.

"No, I came down to see if you wanted to do anything."

"Well…" Abby said, considering for a second. She stoop up on her tip toes and whispered something into Tim's ear.

"Abby, I hardly think this is the time, or more importantly the place for that sort of thing."

"Oh come on, there's no case, no Tony, no Zeva, no Gibbs and a lock on the door."

McGee considered. "You sure no one could disturb us? No cameras?"

"McGee," Abby said, touching his face tenderly, stroking along his lips and jaw line. " Timmy, please. I think I would know if y lab was monitored. Please, help me fulfil my dream."

"You dram about this?" McGee asked sceptically.

"No, but many many people have this as a life dream or goal."

"They do?"

"Yeah, come on Timmy," Abby ran her hands down McGee's front towards his belt buckle.

Tim grabbed Abby's hand and held her there for a few more moments.

He brought his lips to hers tenderly, running his hands along her back around her waist. Abby leaned up, freeing her hands she knotted them into McGee's hair, pulling him closer. She began to push him back towards the door. Their feet sliding along the lino floor. Abby reached out a hand, grabbing the side of the door and pushing it shut. Tim swung her around, pushing her against the door. Neither of them breaking the kiss. McGee removed one hand from Abby's waist and fumbled for the lock. He turned it and heard a satisfying click as the lock slid across. Abby broke away briefly for air, her breath becoming ragged and rough. Tim's lips never left her skin, they traced her jaw line and down her elegant neck. His hands rested on her shoulders, but not for long. He ran his hands over her ribs and across her thin waist. He traced the hem of her shirt until he found the first button. Swiftly undoing it, he went onto the next, and the next, and the next, until her black fitted shirt hung open. Abby suddenly pushed McGee away from her.

"Abby, I thought you wanted to do this." McGee said breathlessly as Abby ran past.

"Oh I do McGee, you have no idea!" Abby said. She ran across the room and pulled a long futon from under a desk.

"Why?" McGee asked.

"In case I don't manage to get home and sleep because of a case. Now shut up and come here." Abby extended one finger and beckoned McGee forward…