Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, and no matter how hard I try, my mom won't let me buy it. Go figure.

AN: Okay, so I'm pretty much basing an entire one shot off of a line I saw in the background of this Dixie Chicks Video for a song called, "Not ready to make nice" the line goes like this, 'To talk without thinking is to shoot without aiming'. So this is Completely McAbby, no other ships intended. If you guys like it, It may turn into something more, I'd have to finish my other story first though.

You Just Shot Me

"Hey probie! Probie, Probie, Pro-o-Bie!"

"What Tony?" I groaned. Tony had been annoying me all day and I had to get this report done, and unfortunately no one else was around to tell Tony to shut up. Ziva was home sick with a stomach virus, and Gibbs was in MTAC with the director watching the big screen. Abby was of course down in her lab. What I wouldn't give just to be able to go see Abby and complain to her at that point.

"Nothin." He said with a shrug.

"Probie?"

"What?"

"Nothin."

All was silent for a moment and I was able to get a few lines done before Tony was leaning over my shoulder, "You misspelled 'Homicide'."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did. It's H-O-M-O-C-I-D-E"

"No it's H-O-M-I-C-I-D-E."

"It's and 'O' not an 'I'."

"It's an 'I', Tony." I rolled my eyes. No wonder Boss always makes him redo his reports.

Tony rolled his eyes too and went back to his desk mumbling something that sounded like "It's an 'O'."

Gibbs walked in and snatched the report off my desk. He scanned over it and said in his Gibbs 'your in trouble' voice, "You've been working for an hour and this is all you got, Probie?"

"Well, uh, you see Boss. Tony was, um, distracting me from my, erm, work." I mumbled.

"That true DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, walking over to Tony.

"Yes, Boss." Tony mumbled with his head bowed.

"I can't hear you Tony. Is what McGee said true?"

"Yeah, Boss." Tony said this a little louder.

Gibbs smacked him on the back of his head. "Than you're going to finish the report while McGee goes to Abby's lab and finds out the results of the finger print on the gun from Sherman case."

"On it, Boss." Tony and I said in unison. Tony got up and stalked over to my desk, snatching the report, and scrunching up the side. Who cares if he scrunched up my report, I thought to myself, I get to go see Abby! I was heading towards the elevator as I heard Gibbs' voice.

"DiNozzo, Now you redoing the entire thing because I'm not going to let you turn in a crumbled up report." I pressed the button for the elevator and waited, but nothing came. One of the janitors walked up.

"Sorry, Probie," the janitor pronounced it as 'Pro-Bay', "Elevators down." I groaned, not because the elevator was broken, I could always take the stairs, but because the janitor called me Probie, "Better luck next time, eh, Probie?"

I walked away, head down, hands stuffed in my pockets. I didn't even watch where I was going as I walked to the stairs and bumped into someone, they said, "Hey, watch where you're going, Probie."

"Sorry." I mumbled and kept on walking. So that's what I am to everyone, huh? I thought, I'm 'Probie'. I wonder if these people even know my name's Tim. I found myself throwing open some doors, and walking down the steps inside. This was the long way.

"How's it going, Probie?" Someone said as they walked up the stairs next to me.

A prisoner who was being escorted down stairs to a van that would take him to jail yelled, "Hey, you're the probie on the team that caught me!" and lunged forward.

The guard pulled him back and chuckled, "Sorry 'bout that, Probie."

"S'okay." I mumbled and walked a little to faster to put some space between that scumbag prisoner and me. I got off the stairs at the landing that lead to the doors for Abby's lab "She'll listen to me." I said aloud.

"Talking to yourself fun, Probie?" Laughed an agent from another team as he walked by with some files.

"Ha-ha." I said sarcastically, and pushed by him. This was way more than annoying now. I walked through the sliding doors of the Lab. They always reminded me of the ones from 'star trek'.

"McGee!" Abby said, "I wasn't expecting anyone down here for another half hour. The finger prints aren't done yet!" her voice was half scolding half joking.

"Oh, okay, I can come back later than." I said.

"No," Abby smiled and pulled on my arm as I turned away, "Stay here till they're done."

"Alright." Shrugging, I sat down in Abby's spinning chair.

"Something wrong?" She asked as she bustled around the Lab working on evidence from other cases. Sometimes I forgot she wasn't part of the team and had other cases than just the ones Gibbs gave her.

"Not really."

"That means yes, spill Probie."

"That's the problem." I said, angry that Abby had called me Probie; I knew she was just joking, but still. Abby was supposed to be on my side!

"What?" she gave me a questioning look.

"Probie! The problem is the name Probie!" I blurted out, "Sometimes I don't even think people here know my real name."

"Uh-huh… Keep going."

"It seems like 'Probie' is my identity now."

"That's not true." Abby said with one of her signature 'Abby smiles', "You'll always be Timmy to me."

"No Abby, you don't understand!" I said.

"What do you mean I don't 'Understand'?" she said, getting angry.

"It seems like people call me probie because they think I'm to much of a freaky computer nerd to call me anything else!" That's when I realized I said the wrong thing. Abby was Goth; people probably think thatshe's some freaky phsyco Goth-Girlbefore they even know her name. I mentally smacked myself, "Sorry Abby, I wasn't thinking about what I said."

Abby looked like she was ready to kill me as she half said half hissed,"To think without talking is to shoot without aiming, Timmy, and you just shot me."