A/N: Okay, I totaled my car this week. Flipped it upside down, was hanging from my seatbelt, am lucky to have walked away from the accident (not a scratch or a bump - wear your seatbelt, people), the whole nine yards. And now my beautiful car is in the tow yard, waiting to be hauled off to car heaven, and I am in mourning (though very grateful not to be hurt).
The point being, this is fluff. Lots and lots of fluff, and not necessarily my best writing, but I needed some McGee/Abby happiness. If anyone else has anything fluffy and happy that they want to post, I could totally use some cheering up!
Set sometime in the future. Established Abby/McGee, no spoilers.
A weekend.
More miraculously, a weekend where they didn't get called in. Two full days all to themselves. Two full days of takeout in bed, movies in bed, occasional walks with the dog, computer games, and…other activities in bed.
"We could call in sick tomorrow," McGee suggested as he twined a strand of her hair around his fingers.
Abby smiled and kissed his neck. "Gibbs would know we were playing hooky. He always knows. He'd kill us. They'd never find our bodies. And then who would feed Jethro?" She moved down to his collarbone. "Tempting, though," she said, and then sighed, her breath warm on his chest. "This can't last."
McGee tugged lightly on her hair. "Why not?"
She smiled and kissed him. "We'll get bored," she murmured between kisses. "We'll get…stuffy, and unimaginative, and…and…dull." Abby lifted her eyes and smiled at him again. "But I'm definitely going to enjoy it while it does last."
He studied her face for a minute and then suddenly flipped her, trapping her underneath him. She squeaked in delighted surprise as he linked his fingers with hers and kissed her shoulder, her jaw, her lips. "What if," he asked thoughtfully, looking into her dancing eyes, "what if I promised that I will always – always – want to lose to you at computer games, handcuff you to the bed, let you talk me into sleeping in your coffin, and other imaginative, not-stuffy activities?"
Abby stared at him blankly for a moment, and then burst out laughing, tugging her hands free of his and winding her arms around his neck. "Timothy McGee, I think that is the weirdest and best promise anyone has made me, ever."
Somehow, that night, everything was settled.
The ring he gave her a year later was just a formality.
FIN