Ok I haven't even touched my fanfic account for THREE years so I am incredibly rusty when it comes to writing but this is just a little introduction to a story I have in my head :) Set not long after Judgement Day!
All was silent at the NCIS headquarters. The majority of the team had gone home. It had been a hectic day and McGee was in the bullpen finishing off some last bits of paperwork. He was determined not to let them carry over to the next day. As far as he was aware he was the only member of the team still in the building. He was just typing his closing paragraph when he became aware of his stomach rumbling aggressively. Thinking about it he realised he'd been so caught up in his work he had skipped dinner! Without hesitation he rushed off the the vending machines to see what he could scavenge to tide him over until he could get home.
As he approached the vending machines he could have sworn he saw a flick of jet black hair disappear round the corner. On the inside his heart skipped a beat but on the outside he frowned. Abby had not spoken to him or even spent much time outside of her lab since Director Shepards funeral just a few days previous. This worried McGee but he was also afraid. At the funeral Abby had been brief with him to say the least and he couldn't help but think he had done something wrong. He just wished he knew what it was! He also knew Abby was stubborn. She wouldn't come to him about this. He would have to go to her.