A/N: I know! I should be working on an essay right now! Bad, Aeron, bad! Oh, f*ck it:

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McGee woke up, annoyed, "Aeron Ailsa, would you quit with the odd Disney dreams? I'm wearing the necklace, for Pete's sake!"

"I was watching Lizzie McGuire and I thought that, you know, McGee and McGuire? They're kind of alike…" Aeron replied, appearing next to him under the covers.

"Like this isn't awkward," McGee replied, looking Aeron up and down. She was wearing a pair of Scottish tartan boxers and a Seattle Sounders FC jersey, still in the 'I'm-McGee's-niece-from-Seattle' mindset. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and an MIT shirt.

"You're wearing clothes, yeh nasty," Aeron grumbled, putting her hands over her face in exhaustion.

"You sure you don't want to get some sleep?" Timothy asked.

"Nah… I just needed a little break. Get some sleep yourself. I have another story flowing to mind," Aeron said, disappearing once again.

McGee grumbled, but pulled the covers over his head as he flipped over to his stomach.

~*~

"Morning, Probie, Ziva… Abs…" Tony said, arriving late as usual. He went right up to McGee and slipped his hand down the back of his shirt. The girls watched, awed, as Tony gently lifted the computer-chip necklace and grinned, dropping it back and almost skipping happily to his desk.

The hell? Aeron asked.

'I'm not gonna ask…' McGee said, going back to the spreadsheet he was working on.

You're no fun at all, McParty-Pooper.

'You're starting to remind me of Tony, stop it!'

I'm doing that so you actually go up and talk to him, Timothy…

McGee looked up from the spreadsheet he was barely working on and looked at Tony. The other man had turned on his computer and was reading some emails, laughing sometimes.

"What's so funny?" McGee asked.

"Oh, some girls I met at a party two nights ago got my email address and are being flirty…" Tony replied.

"Oh… are you dating one of them, or all of them at once?" Ziva asked, saving McGee from having to say something to fill the awkward silence that was looming.

"None of them," Tony replied simply, looking over at McGee.

'These feelings are wrong, so very wrong. He's my senior officer and he's a man…' McGee thought, finally coming to terms as his face turned a deep shade of crimson.

And he totally digs you! Stop being a whiny, over-thinking woman! Aeron shouted.

He breathed in suddenly, causing everyone in the small cubicle to look at him.

"Probie… you all right?" Tony asked.

"Just... my phone went off…" McGee replied, taking out the cell phone. He opened it, "Hello?"

"You're thinking too hard about this, McGee," Aeron's voice said into his ear.

McGee looked at his phone, it was now on, and the name 'Aeron Ailsa' was flashing. He gasped slightly, but no one noticed this time, and then he put the phone back on his ear. He looked at his co-workers and smiled, nodding as he continued: "Hi, Ronny, how was your flight?"

"You don't actually discuss these feelings with him, you'll lose him," Aeron said.

"I know, I know…" McGee said, remaining calm, "I miss you too! Come back in the summer, okay? I swear I'll take some time off to spend time with you!"

"Yeah, no chance in hell is Ronny coming back. Not if you're not gonna spend time with Anthony DiNozzo between now and then…" Aeron replied.

"Tony, Ziva and Abby miss you as much as I do, Ronny!" McGee said.

"I'll think about it. And you should at least do something about Tony…" Aeron replied. There was a click, and McGee put away his phone.

His co-workers looked up at him expectantly.

"She's going to talk to her parents about it," McGee replied, putting his phone back into his pocket.

'What do I do about Tony?' he asked Ronny.

We can try 'hooking him up' with a girl on the Internet. The 'girl' would be you, of course.

'Done to death,' McGee thought back, 'getting back to work' on the spreadsheet he was working on. He glanced over at Tony, who was 'working.'

Start with my personal favorite, then.

'Oh god… do I want to know?'

Timothy McGee! I am not the whore you think I am! I like to start a relationship with a 'hello, how are you doing today?' and go from there. You can't smile without him!

'Barry Manilow? Do you want to make my ears bleed, Aeron?'

You can't laugh and you can't sing…You're finding it hard to do anything! You see you feel sad when he's sad. You feel glad when he's glad. If he only knew what you're going through! You just can't smile without him!

'Are you done yet?' McGee asked, rubbing his temples.

For now. I may go on if you don't do something in the next twenty-four hours.

Tony giggled quietly from across the room, and this time Timothy pursed his lips in annoyance, "What is so funny, Tony?"

"My thoughts right now. Ronny as a boy in a kilt… just, popped in there…" Tony replied.

Wait a second… Aeron said, Me as a boy…? In a kilt? I was a cross-dresser once…

'There are many things I must learn about my Mistress Aeron Ailsa… but what's wrong with Tony thinking about you in a kilt… besides the fact that it's kind of naughty in a he's-probably-jail-bound-way.'

Nobody would think sweet, girly Ronny would be a cross-dresser, McGee.

McGee thought about this for a minute. 'True, true… what are you saying, then.'

Tony's got an Immortal conscience. Someone who knew me as I once was…

'Keiko? You're lover from Japan?'

Couldn't be. She still has three more Earthly lives, and she's been a good girl. Ronny groaned, This is gonna drive me frickin' nuts. I think I'm gonna do some walking down Memory Lane. You watch out now, Gibbs is comin' and he's got a whopper of a case for you…

~*~

Aeron was unusually quiet up in McGee's head. But she was right. The case was making him sick. Some sicko had chopped up a baby and her mother and had strewn the pieces in the garden of a man. He had called in, wailing. He had said it was his wife, Petty Officer Charlotte McGuire. McGee had thought about this morning and his Lizzie McGuire dream. Aeron had said nothing.

It was getting weird.

Once the evidence was bagged and the photos were taken, all there was left to do was for Ducky to transport the pieces back to his lab to process them. Ziva was driving the team home sans Gibbs, who was driving himself to think things over. Apparently, something had hit home.

"That's just terrible," Tony pointed out, as Ziva took the wheel. He was sitting next to her, while McGee, feeling somewhat alone without his Muse, sat in the back.

"It really is, what people do to each other…" Ziva replied.

"Yeah, but didn't you do that, like, all the time?" Tony asked her.

"Not like that… and it was because I was told to do so," she replied calmly.

Tony looked at McGee, who was tracing patterns on the window glass. McGee felt him watching, but said nothing, hoping he wasn't turning too red, but from the temperature in the back of the car, he had a feeling he was red as a tomato.

"That sunburn of yours has gotten worse… you want to stop at a store and get you a bottle of sunscreen?" Tony asked.

"S-Sure," Tim managed to utter, trying to cover up his face with the collar of his jacket.

Tony nodded to Ziva, who pulled in to the nearest grocery store, "I'll wait in the car… hurry up, or Gibbs will have a conniption…" she said.

Tony got out and, as McGee was about to open his door, opened McGee's door for him, acting as one of those limo drivers on TV for the stars.

"Umm… thanks," McGee said. He had really been watching Tony for the past two hours, watching to see if you had any of the qualities McGee caught himself with after meeting Aeron. 'Aeron… you still alive in there? I need help…"

There was silence. His head felt awkwardly empty. 'Must have taken an actual trip down Memory Lane,' McGee thought, and stepped into rhythm with Tony.

"What's up, probie?" Tony asked after a few moments of tense silence.

"Writer's block," Tim replied awkwardly, "The Muse seems to have left."

Then McGee noticed a small flash in Tony's eyes. What were normally blue eyes weren't normal blue… they looked like a flash of green light was shining behind them. Tony and Tim paused, looking into each other's eyes. Did McGee have a flash of blue light behind his eyes when Aeron was with him? He must have.

McGee looked back at Ziva, still waiting in the car. She was reading over some notes from the crime scene. He turned back to the store and continued walking, leaving Tony standing there for a minute.

"Probie! What the hell was that?"

"Nothing you should be concerned with."

~*~

There was tense silence between Tony and McGee as they walked together through the store. McGee picked up the sunscreen he actually didn't need, paid for it, and left, not even waiting for Tony. But, why was he acting like this? Had expected Tony to say something about is Conscience. And wait… didn't Aeron say she was the only Special Agent for the Immortals?

So many questions.

McGee returned home and saw Aeron there waiting for him.

"Her name is Kenzie Keanan," Aeron replied.

"He's got a girl too?" McGee asked.

"Yes… most consciences are born with and are the same gender as their charges. Those are the mortal consciences. Then there are the Immortal Consciences. It had been just me, but now Gil has sent a second Conscience: a girl I had once met in the Highlands of Scotland. I was a cross-dressing, kilt-wearing warrior, fighting off the Norwegians in the north, and she was a pretty farm-girl… I had no relations with her, just met and flirted…" Aeron replied.

"Uh oh…" McGee said, "I saw her eyes, today…"

"Those green ones? You should see the black hair she sports, as well," Aeron replied, "I wonder what Gil found in Tony to make her seek him out…"

"He's head-case, that one," McGee replied, sitting on the couch with her, "I missed you…"

"I'm sorry… but that's what happens when you don't have a constant companion…"

"Is this another one of your ambiguous 'if-you-don't-tell-Tony-your-feelings-you-will-regret-it' proverb things?" McGee asked.

"Maybe…" Aeron replied.

"So, tell me about Kenzie…" McGee said, after a short stare-down.

"She has green eyes and black hair, as I've told you. Her sense of humor is… very sarcastic, very… aloof. She is also very aloof in how she handles people, leading them on the path of mystery. Although, with people she's comfortable with, she is loving and always good for a gentle, humorous remark. I never got to that stage, but I saw her with her brother…" Aeron paused for a moment, "I saw her picture… she was very young when she came into the Immortal world… like I was… we both look about seventeen, for that's the age we… died…"

McGee looked at her, "When were you a warrior?"

"At fifteen… she must've been that age when she met me…" Aeron replied, "I told her my name was Graeme MacAuley, from Glasgow… but that night, I had been staying at her house, and she had been coming up to check on me and I hadn't heard her. She saw me without any clothes…"

"She found out you were a girl?" McGee asked, chuckling slightly.

Aeron hit him, "Yes! And she backed away quickly and ran to her room in embarrassment!"

McGee and Aeron had a good laugh after that.

"Why is she Tony's Guardian Angel?" McGee asked, wiping some stray tears from the corner of his eye.

"Gil said she wanted a tougher job than the one she had been given to: a janitor. He thought she was a 'feisty young thing' and gave her the job of Special Agent and found her a charge closest to me, so that I might watch over her. He just never came to tell me that I had to watch her…" Aeron said.

McGee thought about this for a while, "So if I… love… Tony, then will you start falling for Kenzie?"

Aeron sighed, "I haven't been in love since Keiko, when I was alive… but yes. As your Conscience, I now will live as long as you will, I will feel pain along with you, and I will fall in love with the Conscience of whoever you fall for. Immortal or mortal. It is my Destiny now. Boy, is Destiny a bitch…" she added.

McGee shrugged, "So… I can get you back now?"

"For all my Match-Making rants? Sure, go ahead…" Aeron replied, but disappeared while singing: You can't laugh and you can't sing…You're finding it hard to do anything! You see you feel sad when he's sad. You feel glad when he's glad. If he only knew what you're going through! You just can't smile without him!

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Wow, lame chapter ending.

Did I mention I don't own Barry Manilow's 'I Can't Smile Without You'? (See if you can find those snippets. It'll be fun.)

Please review, if you don't, I'll tie you up and make you listen to bagpipes. Like, really close to your ear. And they are so fucking LOUD. (I won't mind, but most people? It drives them nuts.)

Aeron Ailsa