Disclaimer : if I owned Ncis I would not be doing fanfics
( flashback )
Abby's POV
I am sweltering. It probably wasn't a good idea to wear my favourite black shirt, skirt and boots, I had agreed willingly when Mcgee asked if I wanted to go grab a coffee, so I didn't think he'd be the one turning up late.
I mean McGee's never late.
He was supposed to meet me here at 2 o'clock, during his lunch break. I glanced at my skull watch, it's now quarter to one...
SuddenlyI feel a wave of worry flood my brain. I stand up and walk on to street. No sign of him here.I look for his car and I can't see that either.
(Normal POV)
Abby reached into her skulls shaped purse and grabbed her phone. McGee wasn't answering his mobile or his landline so Abby did the next best thing.
She called on her father figure.
Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
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