McGee entered his apartment and took off his coat. He rubbed his eyes as he walked over to his desk chair and sat down. He was glad he had decided to let Jethro stay with the dog sitter overnight. The last thing he felt like doing was taking him on a walk. What he did feel like doing was taking a long shower and going to sleep.

It had been a long week with one of the toughest cases ever, but they finally caught the murderer they had been trying to track down... on Christmas Eve.

McGee was supposed to be on a plane three days before to go visit his Mom and Dad in Ohio, but he had to miss his flight and it was too late to go now.

Christmas with his sister wasn't going to happen either as she had gone to Florida with some of her friends from college and she wouldn't be back until New Years day.

All of his co-workers had plans, so this Christmas, McGee was alone.

After his shower he put on his pajamas, brushed his teeth, and got right into bed.

It was seven a.m. when he was woken up by a noise in his kitchen. He figured it was the ice machine. He rolled over onto his side and looked out the window, "Merry Christmas," he mumbled to himself with a sigh. He never really cared to be alone, he was just hoping to be with his family this Christmas.

There was another noise that came from outside of his room which caused him to sit up, 'The dog sitter?' He asked himself, 'No, too early. It can't be Sarah... She wouldn't come back from Florida a week early.' A loud bang brought McGee out of his thoughts, and out of his bed. He quietly went to his dresser and picked his gun up. He held it securely in his hands as he went into 'agent mode'. As he neared his door he smelled, "Bacon?" He whispered to himself in a confused tone. Ignoring the scent he jerked open the door, pointed his gun at the shadowy figure in the kitchen and exclaimed, "Who's there?"

"Timmy!" An excited voice yelled. She ran out of the kitchen with her arms open for a hug, "Mer- Whoa!" She stopped when she saw the gun.

McGee lowered the weapon and sighed with relief, "Abby, you scared me! I thought you were a murderer."

"I'm making breakfast!" She said, her peppiness returning quickly.

"I knew I smelled bacon."

"Wait," Abby pointed at McGee, "You thought a murderer was in here... making bacon?"

McGee thought for a second, "Huh... A last meal, maybe?" He added with a laugh.

Abby laughed as well and re-opened her arms, "Can I have my hug now?"

"Of course." McGee put the gun down and walked over to Abby.

"Merry Christmas," She said happily as they hugged.

"You too, Abbs." McGee sighed inwardly at the comfort of being in an Abby hug.

With one final squeeze they released each other. Abby went into the kitchen and McGee followed close behind. "What... What are you doing here?" He asked curiously as he realized she was supposed to be on a retreat with the nuns.

"I told you, Timmy. I'm making breakfast."

"Yeah, I got that. It smells really good by the way... And nice apron."

Abby smiled and looked down at her black apron with mini skulls and crossbones on it, "Thank you."

"But, what I meant was, I thought you were supposed to be gone."

"I was. I was supposed to leave on the twenty-second, but with the case, I couldn't."

"Why didn't you tell me your plans were ruined?" McGee asked.

"Because then my presence here wouldn't have been a surprise." She took the scrambled eggs off of the stove and placed them into a bowl.

McGee leaned against his counter, "Yes it wo-... Nah, you're right," McGee agreed.

Abby nodded, "See? You know that if you knew that I knew neither of us had plans then I would be here, which would have ruined my Christmas breakfast surprise."

Abby began placing the bacon on a platter as McGee came up behind her and kissed her cheek, "Thanks, Abbs."

Abby grinned, "You're welcome."

After breakfast they cleaned everything up and decided to go to Abby's house to watch movies all day.

It was ten o'clock that night when they started their fifth movie of the day, and an hour into it Abby started to get tired. She moved closer to McGee and laid her head on his shoulder. It was what she always did when they were together and she got sleepy. Her eyes began to droop as he placed his arm around her shoulder, "Thank you, Abby... For everything."

"You're welcome, Tim," she said with a yawn.

She snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Abby," McGee whispered to her.

"Merry Christmas, Tiny Timmy."

Last update before Christmas! I hope everyone has an amazing Christmas!
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