A/N: Takes place during Squall.
Tim began to walk. His father was downstairs in the interrogation room, and he couldn't take it anymore. He had always been a strong person, and able to take whatever his father throws at him. But insulting the career that he's wanted his whole life, and the people that he works with, that he loves? So he walked. To the only familiar, comfortable place in the Navy Yard. The doors opened with the recognizable 'whoosh,' and Tim sighed. He slid down the wall, and sat on the floor. Sitting like that, he was able to escape from what was going on. He was only able to hear the metal music and smell the perfume.
"Tim..." she said softly. The forensic scientist was his guilty pleasure. Sister, mother, girlfriend; it depended on the situation. He knew her better than anyone, even his sister. Abby walked over from her mass spectrometer, her platform boots clunking on the floor. She reached out gently for his hand and held it tightly.
"I just met your dad," she said cautiously. Tim looked up.
"What happened now?" he wondered. Abby gave him a small smile.
"He told me that a girl my age shouldn't be scanning blood and fingerprints, and that with all my tattoos I looked like-"
"Yeah. Sorry," muttered McGee. Abby sat down next to him.
"Tim, what's wrong?"
He replied with a sigh.
"You can tell me. Anything." Abby said. Tim just looked at her. Her face was shaped by two black pigtails, complete with pink bows. The lips today were pink.
"It's...nothing. I mean, I just can't do anything right. I grew up with the only man in my life being away on a ship most of my life, and him not bothering to care the rest of the time. When I was in eighth grade," recalled Tim, "I was having problems in English. I had a stuttering problem, and the speech therapist took my out of class almost once a day. I got behind in vocabulary, and finally, the test was the difference between an A and a B. I studied for days. Sarah even made me flashcards. When we got the results, I had gotten a hundred percent. But when I called my dad that night, all he said was 'You shouldn't have had to study.'"
"I'm sorry Tim," said Abby.
"In my junior year," he began again, "I worked up the nerve to ask the girl of my dreams to prom. She said yes, and we had a wonderful time. My dad showed up that night, and told me that I could do better than her."
"I bet she was amazing," stated Abby, unsure of what to say.
"Actually, that's not entirely true." Tim revealed. The Goth raised an eyebrow. "She wasn't the girl of my dreams. That, would be you." Surprised, Abby's mouth turned up into a smile. She reached out and gave him a hug.
"Thanks," muttered Tim. "I'm sorry you had to listen to all that..." Abby slowly shook her head, still smiling.
"Don't apologize." She leaned closer, and gave him a quick kiss. She stood up, and pulled him up with her. They stood nose to nose.
"I've missed talking with you Tim." Abby muttered.
"I have to go." Tim said. Abby looked at him, confused. "There's something I've wanted to tell my father. For 20 years."
A/N: Thanks for reading my McAbby oneshot! Fluffy, Abby/McGee and McGee/Admiral McGee. Please tell me what you thought! McAbby will rise from the ashes!