Dear NCIS,

Please, please, pretty please be going where you keep hinting that you're going with Abby and McGee. Because if you're not, it's just cruelty to viewers.

Sincerely,

An Abby/McGee Fan

Hi all! Lots going on in my actual life lately, so I haven't had a lot of time to write. But the most recent episode made me smile, and gave me a smidgen of hope, so I figured it was time to seriously work on this story, which I've had in my head for a while. It's a bit longer than my usual one-parters, and also has a little bit more of a plot (and I really do mean little; plot is not my strong suit, so this is a mere sketch of a plot that I put in as a backdrop to the character stuff); I am going to do my absolute best to finish it in a timely fashion. (I know, promises, promises...)


It wasn't supposed to be dangerous.

Yes, he was undercover. But it practically wasn't even like he was undercover – basically the only thing they'd had to change was his last name. Tim Morris was working a job that Timothy McGee could have had if he'd gone a different way after college.

It was a desk job, and he just siphoned information. Saved it in two places instead of one, hidden away on his hard drive. A couple of nights a week he would "work late" and send everything to her, and then erase his electronic tracks.

So really, there was nothing for her to worry about. And there was definitely no reason for her to be in such a bad mood about it that she picked an argument with him over some stupid aspect of the whole procedure of data transfer, leading to one of the biggest fights they'd ever had, which meant that he left for an open-ended undercover assignment with the two of them practically not speaking.

Which meant that for three weeks their only communication had boiled down to ones and zeros.

Abby wasn't quite sure what led her up to MTAC that night. She was feeling bad about her fight with McGee…and plus, she just missed him. Gibbs always supervised him through a tap the security feed during McGee's data transfer sessions, and she just wanted to see him. Even if they couldn't talk, at least she could see for herself that he was okay.

It worked, at first. Just seeing him there, tapping away at a computer just like always, soothed her. "He's doing good," Gibbs told her quietly. "We should have enough to bring him back in another week or so."

Another week, she told herself. Another week and he would be back here, where he belonged, and they could make up, and her world would go back to normal and stop feeling all headachy and wrong. Abby turned and took a step towards the door.

"Shit."

Gibbs rarely swore, and this was short, sharp, and venomous. She turned back to the screen and saw Sam Parker, their main suspect, the owner of the company, brandishing a gun at McGee. Her McGee, who had on his best innocent expression and was gesturing to his computer, the files he'd been careful to leave open on his desk. She cursed the security feed for its lack of sound.

She cursed it even more a moment later, because in a split second it showed her Parker leveling his gun at McGee, and McGee falling backwards. A quick shot later, and their security feed dissolved into static.

Someone was screaming, and she couldn't figure out who. She could see all of the MTAC techs, they were all looking at her, but it wasn't any of them.

It wasn't until Gibbs grabbed her and shook her sharply by the shoulders, and the sound of the screaming stopped and turned into sobs, that she realized that it was coming from her.