So, while I loved bits of the Christmas episode, there wasn't nearly enough McGee and Abby for me. (But I loved how, once again, McGee proved that he will do absolutely anything that Abby asks him to do. :-P)
Just a little episode tag! Read, smile, and have a very happy holiday!
When she opened her door, the soft glow of her Christmas tree greeted her – which was odd, since she was minorly compulsive about making sure it was turned off before she left. "What the…"
She stepped into her living room, and something made her look towards the tiny fireplace – half the reason she'd rented the apartment in the first place. There was a perfect fire laid, waiting to be lit. Her eyes moved to the carpet in front of the hearth…and the line of sooty boot prints running from the fireplace to the tree and back again, detouring to the windowsill. Abby ran to the window and found a plate with a half-eaten cookie, and a glass with a bit of milk in the bottom. "Oh, wow…" she breathed, a delighted grin spreading over her face.
Tracing the boot prints to the tree, she knelt in front of a box wrapped in red paper with shimmering green ribbon. She turned the tag over.
To Abby, From Tim. Merry Christmas
McGee was standing across the street, leaning against his car. He'd put the plate and glass on the windowsill on purpose, because he knew he could just get a look into her window from that angle, and he wanted to see her face.
Her expression was the best gift he could have gotten.
He was getting back in his car to drive home when his phone rang. "McGee," he answered, fumbling with his seat belt.
"McGee!" Abby's voice was breathless with excitement. "That was…How did you think of that?!?"
McGee laughed. "I tried to call in a favor at the North Pole, but Santa was a little busy tonight. How'd I do?"
"You're the best, McGee." He could practically hear her smile. "And I see you out there!" He looked up and saw her in her lighted window. "Come inside! I still have one carton of eggnog left and they're about to start the last showing of the Christmas Story marathon."
"I wanted to see your face when you came to the window," he admitted. "I was about to head home."
It was Abby's turn to laugh. "No, you're not. Get your butt in here, Timmy."
As soon as he stepped through the door, he was engulfed in a full-on Abby-hug. Over her shoulder, he saw the untouched present still sitting under the tree. "Abs, you haven't even opened your present yet!"
"Doesn't matter," she informed him, her words muffled by his shoulder. "Whatever it is, I'll love it. And you sneaking in here to do this was the best present anyway."
He hugged her tighter. "I just wanted to give you your Christmas fairy tale."
She smiled up at him. "Merry Christmas, Tim." Her smile turned wicked and she planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Mistletoe," she explained in response to his surprised look, pointing to the green leaves tacked to the doorway above their heads.
"Now," she said, dragging his coat off and pulling him over to the couch, "sit down, McGee. I don't know about you, but it's been a really long day, and I'm ready for some spiked eggnog and 'the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.'"
FIN