Author's Note: Oh, my god! Somebody said that they love my story! *tries and fails to do a back flip* I'm glad it's getting good vibes. Now, in this chapter I'm going to bring in my secondary NCIS ship. That would be McAbby. Even though they're total opposites, I think they'd make a damn good couple. Soon, I'll get back to the TIVA and get to the naked part. Any of you got any ideas for the naked part? I was thinking a bickering match gone wild. Tell me what y'all think.

Now, on with the show.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. IF IT WAS, IT'D HAVE ITS OWN CHANNEL AND I'D BE LIVING QUIETLY IN LONDON.

He saw her dancing around like a maniac with her CD player and smiled tenderly. His Abby was a little firecracker. He had slept outside to get her the new Brain Matter CD. Even though it had been cold (and a Chihuahua kept trying to hump him), it was worth it to see her smile.

"Timmy! Come dance with me!" she squealed

Timothy McGee sighed but stepped into the line of fire, so to speak. Abby had insisted on him learning to dance in public freely. He knew how to dance, thanks to his mother's insistence on her children being cultured, but so many recitals had made him apathetic to dancing in general.

Still, it was worth a few moments of discomfort to please his woman. His gorgeous woman. She had on black leather mini skirt, a black tank top with silver sparkle skulls on it, and her feet were bare. Looking around, he saw the coast was clear. As he danced, he waited for her to grind her hips against him before kissing her hard, holding her by her loose black hair.

She whimpered but immediately kissed back. He liked that. Sitting her up on a bare counter, he slid his hands under her skirt.

Skin... why am I feeling only... goddamn it, this woman is going to kill me. And I'll die with a big, stupid grin on my face.

"Hey, Abby? Do you have my... holy shit!"

Now, I'm going to kill Tony for his bad timing. No, I can't. Then, Ziva will kill me.

"Hi, Tony." Abby greeted cheerfully as she put her hair in her usual pigtails.

"What's up? Other than Probie, I mean."

"Nothing, really. Timmy got me the new Brain Matter CD. He slept outside and everything. I was just thanking him."

Tim bit back a groan. He loved Abby Scuito, really he did, but sometimes she got him into a lot of trouble. Tony was not going to let this go. Suddenly, he began to think fondly of that horny, overgrown rat from the night before. Its company would be preferable to going back to the bullpen.

"Tony? You won't say anything to Gibbs, will you? You can tell Ziva because she's really good at keeping secrets but not anyone else. Not yet." she begged.

"Can I wail on Probie?"

"Not too much. I have to live with him."

"On your six, Abs.", he said with a slightly evil grin.

"Yay. I owe you."

Tim sighed and moved away from his favorite Goth, speaking to her softly.

"Next time, I'm locking the door. I'll see you at home?"

"Hopefully. I'm a little backlogged. Maybe you could come down here later... finish what you started."

"I'd like that. Well, I'm off to my firing squad. Bye."

"Bye, honey."

Walking out, he looked Tony dead in the eye.

"All right, you only get five. Any more and I'll tell Ziva that you were the one that jury rigged her chair last month. Clear?"

"Crystal."

"Go."

"You and Abby, huh?"

"Yeah."

"How have you two been...?"

"Boinking? Doing the horizontal mambo? Doing it?"

"Yeah."

"11 months."

"And you're living together?"

"Yeah. Two more. Make with the innuendo, already."

" Do you guys really do it in a coffin?"

" Yeah. It's actually quite comfortable."

" Have you guys gotten it on around here and if so, where?"

"The more accurate question would be where haven't we?"

Tony looked shocked but then grinned.

"You got a lot of balls, man."

"Yeah. She likes them."

Tony cracked up and Tim grinned, leaving him behind.

If he was going to make his date, he needed to finish the paperwork from the now solved case.

It was open and shut. Girl loves marine, girl gets pregnant by marine, girl's crazy father kills marine in a fit of rage for "sullying" his daughter. Afterword, the body's dumped in the ceiling via air vent because father's an A/C technician.

Still, open and shut or not, the brass always finds a way to kill trees.

What a wonderful world.