Abby Forever
Abby took a look behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. Safe. Four letters never meant more to her than it did right now. She turned.
And stifled a shriek of terror into a very tiny squeak that caught in her throat.
"McGee!" she snapped, smacking at his shoulder for scaring her.
"Sorry, Abby. Why were you looking so scared earlier?"
"I wasn't scared, McGee!" Abby looked out at the street again, "I was just... being cautious. I thought I was being followed."
"You were."
Abby snapped a glare back to McGee, "that's not funny."
"No, Abby, I mean, Ziva and I were following you."
"...Ziva?" Abby managed to choke out. She took a step back.
"Yes," Timmy said, "she caught up to me this morning. In my apartment."
"No..." Abby moaned, partially in dismay, partially in paralyzing terror. First Tony. Then Gibbs.
"I thought it would be best," McGee murmured, suddenly, into her ear. His hand was at her cheek in a parody of a lover's delicate touch, "if I were the one to... bring you into the fold."
"McGee..." Abby said, warningly. Helplessly. She felt the noose closing in ever closer. Ziva had fought to the last.
"Don't worry, Abby. It doesn't hurt.
"Much."
Fin. Take it what you will.