McGee looked around his apartment. "Video games, write, or watch TV. What should we do with our day off, Jethro?"

Jethro barked twice.

"Well, you're no help."

"I'm so bored, I'm so bored, I'm. So. Bored." Abby was singing those three words over and over as she walked around her apartment trying think of something to do. It was already clean, so cleaning was out. She didn't need any food, so grocery shopping was out. Ziva already had plans, so a girls day out was out. "I'm so bored, I'm so bored..."

"God I'm so bored!" McGee exclaimed as he plopped down on his bed, "My first day off in months and I can't think of anything to do!"

'I wonder what Timmy's doing?' Abby thought suddenly as she stopped singing. She walked over to her phone and pressed speed dial 1.

McGee slowly got up from his bed and picked up his phone. He answered without looking at the caller I.D., "Hello," He answered with a drag in his voice.

Abby laughed, "Wow. You sound excited."

"Oh yeah, today's been filled with excitement," He replied sarcastically.

"Same here... You wanna do something?"

"Like?"

"I don't know. Come over and we'll decide."

"Okay. I gotta get dressed first," McGee looked at his watch, "Give me half an hour."

"You got it. Bye, Timmy."

"Bye, Abbs."

Twenty eight minutes later McGee knocked twice on Abby's door, then he let himself in with his key. It was, as Abby called it, their "secret code". Something they made up after McGee came over once and, when he opened the door, Abby almost knocked him out with a ceramic bat.

"I'm here," He called out as he walked into her living room and sat down on the couch.

"So am I," She called back from her bedroom. She walked out and sat on the other side of the couch, "So, what do you wanna do?"

"I have no idea. You?"

She laid her head on the arm rest and laid her feet on McGee's lap, "Let me think."

After a minute of silence Abby spoke, "I got it!" She jumped up off of the couch and ran to get her platforms.

McGee stood up, "What?"

"Come on, let's go!" She said happily as she went towards the door. She had put her shoes on surprisingly fast.

"Where?" A confused McGee asked.

Abby turned the door knob then stopped, "You'll need to drive, my car isn't working very well." She left out of the apartment with McGee following close behind.

"Okay, but where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

"How will I know how to get there?"

They got into his car, "I'll direct you," She said with a smile.

"Uh, Abby?"

"Yes, Timmy?"

"Why are we at Spencer's?"

"We're shopping!"

McGee looked at her, "And by "we" you mean you... Right?"

Abby didn't reply. She just grinned.

McGee shook his head, "No. No. No. Abby, I am not buying clothes here. Everything's so... so black and skull and crossbone-y!"

Abby laughed, "It's not to buy, silly. It's to try on. I've always wondered what you would look like if you were goth."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope."

McGee thought about it, "Okay, if I do this then you have to go to Macy's and try on pant suits and work dresses."

Abby sighed... "Fine. Now let's get you into something more like me and less like you."

After Abby found eight different outfits for McGee, he went to try them on. Each time he exited the dressing room he would get the same reaction. Abby would burst out laughing. At first he would roll his eyes and go back to change, but after the third outfit he began laughing at how ridiculous he looked in gothic clothes.

Abby wiped the tears from her eyes as McGee exited the dressing room wearing his normal clothes.

"Now that's my Timmy," She said with a smile.

McGee smiled as well, "So, what did you think?"

"I think I'll never be able to imagine you as a goth again."

"So you prefer," He pointed to himself, "This Tim?"

Abby nodded and laughed, "Definitely."

McGee put his arm around her, "Good... Now it's you're turn."

"Ugh!"

McGee picked out four pant suits and four bright and colorful dresses.

"I am not coming out!" Abby yelled through the dressing room door.

"Yes you are! I did it, now it's your turn."

She jerked back the lock, swung the door open, and walked out of the dressing room wearing a bright yellow dress with daisy's on it.

"Wow... You look-"

"Like the sun. If the sun puked daisy's."

McGee shook his head, "No, you look... different. Very different." He tried to hold back his laughter but he couldn't.

Abby glared at him but soon enough she was laughing too.

When she had finished trying on all of the outfits she came out of the dressing room wearing her red and black checkered skirt, her t-shirt with three small skeletons and the saying 'Love Kills Slowly' written on it, and her platform shoes. "So, which Abby do you prefer?"

"This one..." He said as he looked at her sweetly, "Always."

"Good." She touched her stomach as it growled, "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, me too. Let's go get something. My treat."

Abby smiled, "Really? After all I put you through today?"

"You were put through the same horrifying, yet hilarious, experience as well."

"That's true... I'll take you up on that offer, Timmy. As long as we go somewhere where people will stare at us awkwardly. I get an odd satisfaction from that."

McGee grinned, "So, anywhere then?"

Imagining McGee in gothic attire was probably the funnest part of writing this little story :)
Thank you all for the reviews :) I didn't expect to be getting so many so I am very happy! If any of you have ideas or even just a little McAbby moment in your head and you would like me to write about it, let me know. I can't guarantee that I will use your idea, but I will definitely try. Any I will always give you credit. Whether the whole idea of the story was yours or even just a small sentence, you will always get credit. Just let me know :) Thanks again!