"McGee! I am shocked by your lack of classic movie knowledge!" she said almost spitting out a bite of egg roll.
"Well, play it and I will see if I get it." he told her and she pressed play.
All it took was the lovely Juliet Forrest sucking the bullet from Rigby Reardon and McGee knew, "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid! HA!" he said and pointed his fork at her.
"That's better, Tim." she said blowing on the still hot soup.
They finished the food rather quickly, neither of them eating much all day seeing as they were expecting to go out on dates later that evening. Both of them stayed on opposite ends of the couch not wanting to make the other feel awkward or anything. McGee kept his feet up on the coffee table and Abby balled herself up in a blanket and was huddling with Bert. They sat in silence for most of the movie, aside from when Abby would quote something Steve Martin would say. It wasn't until McGee heard saw Abby reaching for her Kleenex's again that he spoke up, "Abb's?" he questioned.
"What? This is a very emotional part!" she tried to defend her tears.
He smiled at her weak attempt to cover herself. He gave her a look, one of those 'I know you so much better than that so don't even try' looks. "Come here." he said and shifted himself so she could lean on him.
Abby lifted up the tissue box as if to ask 'Can I bring them?'
"You know I don't care if you cry on me." he told her. She lifted up the blanket and moved to him. Making sure they both were covered before burying her head into his chest and breaking down.
"I just, liked him, ya know? I should have known after the second time this wasn't going to happen..." Abby trailed off.
Tim let her lay there on him, hugging him tight and occasionally digging her nails into his skin, right through the shirt fabric when she was having a hard sob. McGee had learned from Gibbs that when Abby was upset she would ramble on and the best thing to do would be to let it run its corse and just be there for her, so that's what he did. He rubbed her back to calm her down, spoke softly to the top of her head, mostly things like; 'I know Abbs. He's a jerk.' and what seemed to be her personal favorite, 'he doesn't know what he's missin.'
He meant every word he said to her, and Abby started to believe him. He would kiss the top of her forehead every now and then and Abby focused on that to keep herself from getting worse. She had someone there, someone caring for her and someone that she cared for equally in return. McGee rested his cheek on top of her head and kept on rubbing her back until the sobs were gone and Abby laid still, her breathing at a normal and steady pace.
"Abbs?" he whispered to her.
All she did was move a little, made sure she had a good grip on him and wrapped her legs around his for safety. McGee remembered this from being with her years ago and suddenly, those years didn't seem so far away anymore, it was like hardly anytime had past between them.
When it was clear he was not breaking out of Abby's death hold, he reached for the remote and turned off the movie just as it was ending. He leaned his arm back and pulled the cord to shut off the light behind him and the apartment fell dark aside from the little light in the kitchen and the street lights outside the window.
"Good night, Abby." he said and kissed the top of her head again.
She wiggled her head a little and McGee was pretty sure he caught a smile on her face.
"Why in the hell have neither of them been answering!?" Gibbs was raging at Tony and Ziva.
While both Tim and Abby had left for the night, Ziva had made a huge break in the case they had been working on for weeks now. It wasn't anything that couldn't wait until the morning but when he tried to call both of them to tell of the progress and neither answered, Gibbs grew worried. He didn't start to show it until he tried Abby's house phone and the call would not go through.
"I don't know, Boss. McGeek did have a date with some hot reporter tonight." Tony pointed out, "Oh, and Abby was finally having her date with that Zane guy. Maybe both dates are going really well." he laughed at his own joke but, Gibbs was not amused.
"Actually, both of their plans fell threw. Zane cancelled on Abby again and she was very upset when she left and McGee canceled on the reporter, he said she wasn't his type." Ziva informed them.
"How is tall, tan and sexy not his type?! That's anyone's type! Especially with those bright green eye's with that blonde hair, I mean co-"
Tony received a hard smack to the back of his head, "Focus people! Did either of them say where they were going before they left?" Gibbs asked Ziva.
"I assumed Abby would just be going home and McGee rushed out of her to check on her but, I don't think he would have had much luck. She wasn't really in a normal Abby-like mood." she said.
Gibbs reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out his keys and begun taking off one of them, "Ziva, check out Abby's place. She might be upset in which case she wont answer the door; here's her house key. Tony, check on McGee. Oh, and give him a good smack in the head from me when you find him!"
The two split in different directions, both tried calling McGee and Abby many times but, still no answer. The storm was still going on, harder than it had been earlier that evening. When Ziva reached Abby's building she noted that the power was knocked out completely, she gave a glance around to the near by buildings to be sure Abby's was not the only one and it wasn't, at least three other buildings were totally dark. They were able to run lights in the halls but that was it. Just as she reached Abby's floor she called Gibbs to let him know what was going on.
McGee woke up to hearing someone talking close by, not close enough to be in the room with him and Abby but they were just out side of the door. He wouldn't deny that he had been on his guard a lot more since that time Abby had almost been kidnapped from his apartment and the fact she was with him now made him want to be one hundred percent more protective. He rubbed her back once and she did not move, she was still fast asleep. He didn't want to wake her and alarm her but, he knew if someone came in the room he was going to have to act quickly. So he waited and he listened.
Nothing happened for a few minutes but he kept his eyes wide open in the dark, it didn't even register with him that the light in the kitchen had been shut off. Then he heard the sound he was dreading most, the tumbler lock on her door turned slowly and the door itself opened even slower. McGee's back was to the door, he had no idea who was entering her apartment. So, just as the plan went in his head, he placed one hand behind Abby's head, flipped her over so she was now under him and he grabbed his gun off the table all in one swift motion. As he held Abby's head to his chest and she clenched up under him, his other hand held his gun and was pointing straight down a flash light beam that was blinding him.
He squinted through the light, "Ziva?" he asked lowering the gun ever so slightly.
"McGee?" she questioned back. "Oh, how lucky you are that it is Tony who went to check on your apartment." she grinned and McGee and Abby blushed violently.
Ziva sat in a chair across the room and told them why she was there. Asked why they didn't answer their phones and then demanded to know if something more was going on between them. Abby and McGee took turns speaking.
"My power goes out like crazy here, and my cell is in my bed room. I must have left it in there when I changed." she remembered.
"And mine's in my jacket pocket. I didn't take it out once I got here. Glad you finally caught a break in the case though. Are you sure Gibbs doesn't want us back at NCIS?" McGee asked.
"Yes, yes, I am sure." she brushed his question off, "Now neither of you have answered the most important question I asked. Is there something going on between you two?" she prompted again hoping the answer would be yes.
Both of them wanted to say yes. This time, both of them were actually ready to say yes. But, neither of them were telepathic and couldn't tell their thoughts were the same. McGee's eyes darted across the room, anywhere besides Ziva and Abby's keep looking right down at her feet.
"Well?!" Ziva asked impatiently.
Abby caught McGee's wandering eye's as she glanced up to him. It was as if in that moment they were on the same wave length or something similar. Abby reached out hands on either side of McGee's face and he grabbed her arms tightly, they kissed. It was long over due, it was bound to happen and they were sure going to get hell for it at work but, none of that mattered.
They broke a part smiling at one and other, "I suppose I can take that as a yes?" Ziva asked.
"Yes, Ziva. That is a you sure can." Abby said.
"Well, it is about time!" she said standing up to leave.
"HEY!" both Abby and McGee said in sync.
"I am just saying." she smiled and held up her hands to surrender.
The two stood up and walked her to the door, "Can you do us a favor and let us tell the rest of the team? I don't really know how we should go about that yet mainly since we just figured things out for ourselves." McGee said rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, I won't get in the middle of that. Gibbs does want everyone in the office at eight in the morning so, don't keep each other up too late." she winked and shut the door.
Abby smiled widely at McGee and he picked her up, kissing her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rested her back flush with the wall. After roughly five good minutes of relighting an old flame they both sank to the floor.
They both started to spit reasons why they had been hiding feelings, things they wish they would have brought up sooner but all they ended up doing was laughing.
"But honestly, what on earth are we going to tell Gibbs? And Tony!? Oh God, I can hear him now with the comments." McGee leaned his head back and groaned.
"You leave Gibbs to me. And do you really think Tony will be that bad?" she asked him.
"To you, no. But, I have to sit next to him, all day. With nothing else to do because we have a huge break in the case!" his head started to hurt just thinking about it.
Abby reached into Tim's coat pocket and pulled out his phone. She had to exit out of the twenty something missed calls and finally saw the time, "We have five hours to come up with what we are going to say and knowing our brain power, I bet we could come up with something in one hour alone." he grinned at her. "And if Tony gets too annoying, just remind him of the photo I have on my phone. That should shut him up very quickly." she got that sort of devious look in her eye while McGee looked puzzled.
Abby pulled him by the arm up and ran to her room, dodging everything that McGee ran into in the dark. Abby found the picture in question; it was a clear photo of Tony looking right at Ziva's ass while she bent over to get a file out of a bottom drawer. "Oh, that is great! Do you know how long I have been trying to catch him in the act?" McGee laughed.
Just then the lights in Abby's apartment flickered back on. The T.V. was still off but the light in Abby's room shown bright. McGee's eyes fell on her coffin-like bed and he got an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Oh, come on Timmy. It's not like you haven't slept in it before." Abby joked and pulled him downward on top of her in the bed.
They decided to worry about what to tell Gibbs in the morning and enjoy a night to themselves. But, come daylight, they would have to have something up their sleeve. After all, McGee returning to work in the same thing he wore yesterday would look a little suspicious..
Notes from ME!
I am sorry if you have never watched the movie Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid but, it is not only one of my favorite black and white movies but it is one of my favorite movies ever! If you haven't seen it, you really should. And I also really love bad ass McGee. New Chapter should be up soon! :)
