Chapter One

When Abby woke up that morning there was only one way to describe how she felt ~antsy. She had been

looking forward to this rare weekend off with great anticipation. They were having dinner with Ziva and Tony

tonight and that was great. Abby loved spending time with their best friends . They usually played a board

game or watched a movie or just sat around drinking and laughing.

Unfortunately, that was a whole day away, which wouldn't normally be a problem. There was lots of things she

could think of to do with Timmy. With Timmy TO Timmy whatever! The only problem was Tim had a stupid

deadline for his latest stupid book! Not that his book was really stupid. It would be a great book, she was

sure if only it could have been written on a DIFFERENT day. NOT today. Abby loved that Tim was a published

author and was really proud of him. It was just such a time consuming endeavor and their jobs were also time

consuming which didn't leave a lot of time for them as a couple. That's what this weekend should be about she

thought.

Them.

If Timmy really loved her he should want to spend as much time with her as possible.

Abby dragged herself out of bed and towards the irritating sound of the tap, tap tapping of the stupid

typewriter. "Morning McGee." Abby greeted grumpily. Tim rolled his eyes. This was conversation was not

going to end well. He could feel it in his bones. Still he would try. "Morning Abs!" he said brightly. "There's

coffee in the pot, what would you like for breakfast?" Abby sighed a long melodramatic sigh. "Nothing. I

wouldn't want to pull you away from your precious wouldn't want the publishers to have to wait for

your attention or anything."

Tim rolled his eyes before spinning around in his chair and pulling Abby between his legs into a hug. "Look

Abby, you know I have to do this work. Left alone I can finish in about five hours. Then we can do whatever

you want for the rest of the weekend!" He kissed her gently but didn't get much of a response. "Deal Abs?" A

gentle tap on her bottom prompted a sullen reply. "If you say so". Losing patience Tim tapped her a little less

gently. "Actually Abby I do and if you don't want to sit all night at Tony and Ziva's with a very sore behind then

I suggest you lose the attitude."

"I don't HAVE an attitude TIMOTHY I just don't like being ignored." Abby mumbled.

"I'm not ignoring you, but keep it up Abs and your going to have more of my attention than you know what to

do with. So why don't you go and start some toast or something and I'll come and have breakfast with you in a minute."

O.K." With that Tim spun back to his typewriter and began 'cranky typing' as Abby called it.

Making a getaway to the kitchen Abs stuck her tongue out behind Tim's back. "I saw that." Tim smirked.

"OH MY F*^$$ GOD McGEE YOUR TURNING INTO MY MOTHER! DO YOU HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD!

"Did you say something sweetness?" Tim enquired sarcastically. The only sound coming back to him was the

banging and crashing of cups, plates, cutlery and anything else that Abby could find that would make noise.

Tim took a calming breath as he muttered to himself "Keep it up Abigail. Keep it up."

TBC