"Hey proby." Tony called. "What do you want, Tony. I'm in the middle of something." McGee replied. "Gibbs and Vance have been in the office a while. What do you they're talking about?" Tony said energetically. "I don't know. I'm busy, Tony." Tony stuck his tongue out at McGee. "Hey, Ziva." He called to Ziva. "No Tony. I have no clue what they could be talking about." Ziva answered swiftly before putting her feet up on her desk and flipping a page in her magazine.
"Ziva!" Called Gibbs from the upper level of the office. "Yes?" she answered. "I need you to go down and get Abby and have her come up here." Ziva immediately got to it. "Do you know why he needs me?" Abby questioned. Ziva shook her head. "Wish I did. He was in there a while. Tony won't quit pestering everyone about it." Abby snickered. "You know Tony."
"Miss Schuito." Vance began. "I've talked this over with Gibbs, and if it's okay with you, we'd like you to go undercover once again." Abbey solemnly agreed. "What does this undercover operation consist of?" Vance pulled up a picture of a man and woman on the screen. Pointing to the woman, he began. "Jacqueline Carter, or that's what one of her false ID's says, has been committing many homicides across the county under control of another man, of whom we know nothing about and that is your job. This man here," he said, gesturing to the man in the photo, "Is her next victim, and this we decided is our chance to nail him. We have been waiting for a leak on information and this is it, and it is very much to our favor. As you can see, these 2 people bear quite a resemblance to you and one other NCIS Agent." Abby paused for a moment before quietly whispering, "McGee…" "Correct, Ms. Schuito." Vance boldly said. "And as you know the nature of the killer, are you still willing to do this?" "Everything we do here is strictly professional and part of our job, so yes, I will do it."
"You all set?" Gibbs asked as he pulled the car to the back of the hotel where everything was set to go down. "Yep." Abby and McGee said simultaneously. They opened the door and climbed out of the car. As they entered the elevator up to the top floor, Abby turned to McGee. "Is this as awkward as I imagine it will be?" McGee sighed. "Probably more, to be honest." The two got off the elevator and McGee slid the key in and opened the door. "Here we go." He said, red-faced. Warily, the two came close to each other. Their lips slowly touched, but as soon as they did, everything came naturally. The two had a spark that was buried thanks to work, but now it was free to shine. The two embraced each other passionately. They had 15 minutes in the room before they had to detonate the bomb and get out of there safely. Out of the corner of her eye, Abby saw the man they were looking for watching from a small slit in the wall. She nuzzled against McGee's neck and quietly whispered, "He's here watching us through the slit in the north-facing wall. Don't turn around suddenly. He'll notice." McGee made it look inconspicuous. He pushed her on the bed at such and angle he could see the slit, but made no eye contact or notice of seeing him. For 12 more minutes, the two kissed, but stopped when they noticed that the man was no longer watching them. They set the bomb so the man wouldn't run and think something was wrong. Abby and McGee ran to the other side of the building, but not fast enough. The blast was too impactful, and sent them soaring through the air. They only stopped when they hit the corner of a table in the lobby. Beaten and bloody, hurt and in pain, they were trapped in the wrong side of the hotel, surrounding by debris.
The two were separated in the blast and there was so much debris and trash, that it was hard to see where they were going. Abby's leg was hurt badly and had trouble walking, let alone climbing over this trash. McGee was flat out passed out, from hitting his head during the blast when he hit the table. Abby began digging through the debris, but couldn't find a trace of McGee. After 15 minutes of searching, she saw a sneaker sticking out from under a ceiling that had collapsed. She dragged her leg behind her, as she wobbled over to the sneaker. She began brushing away ceiling pieces, throwing large tiles to the side. Finally, she got most of the dust and panels off McGee. He wouldn't wake up. She began softly kissing him. He shortly came to. "Abby, we don't need to keep our cover anymore." She looked him in the eye. "I know." And went back down to kissing him, and he didn't even try to stop her. "What's going on in here?!" blared Gibbs as he entered the rubble and saw the two kissing. "I can explain, boss!" said McGee as he lightly shoved Abby away and sat up straight.
Want to hear more? Want more McAbby? Feel free to PM Me! I post my stories and continuations around 1AM or 2AM Mountain Time.