Author's Note: Sorry it took a bit longer to update; I've been in and out of town (and am off again tomorrow). But, anyway, a 200-word drabble scene set during the episode, set after the scene where McGee laments over the fact that he's going to die alone. Told from McGee's perspective. Cheers!
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of CBS/DPB; I am simply borrowing them for my purposes. Also, the title is a quote from The Bard and, therefore, not my own. Please don't sue.
What's Past is Prologue
by, Caliente
Endgame
"McGee!" Tim was hit by a flying, Abby-sized projectile. It knocked the air out of him but he still hugged her back tightly.
Until she pulled away to smack him on the shoulder. "Ow!"
Abby fixed him with a fierce expression. "Kai had to save you? She's, like, a crazed killing machine! You need to be more careful!"
Rubbing his arm, Tim shrugged. "I'll try."
"Not good enough, McGee!" For a moment he thought she was going to hit him again—until she looked up at him with large, suspiciously shiny doe eyes. "What if something happened to you?"
Tim put his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. "Nothing happened, Abby. Nothing's going to happen."
Abby crossed her arms defiantly. "You don't know that."
"True," he admitted reluctantly, "but I will always do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't."
Nodding, she appeared satisfied with that. "So no more dates with random girls?" (Or maybe not.)
Tim blinked. "Um…" But Abby just hugged him again. And, if she noticed his lack of response, she didn't say anything.
He was fine with leaving things there; it was much more pleasant than belaboring the point.
