Here's another chapter!!!!!!! Yay! McAbby chapter too!

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I sneaked out of McGee's bathroom after I put on my clothes. Well, it was underwear and his MIT shirt over that…not really clothes. I tried to not hit the squeaky parts of his floor so I wouldn't wake him again. Then I got to the other side of his bed to hear a click-click-click-click Bing! I could hear the typewriter slide back, and I sighed as I sat down on his bed. I at least tucked myself in to make myself comfy before he came in. I could tell he was also trying to not hit the squeaky parts of the floor either. But he wasn't doing so well, considering the fact that I heard a squeak and a curse word slip out in a whisper. I tried hard not to shake from laughter. But I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face. He pulled back the covers and slid in next to me…but then my secret was revealed when he tried to kiss me, thinking I was asleep.

"Abby!?" he asked, unsure I was awake.

I couldn't help but chuckle, "So how long were you going to leave your lips on mine if I was asleep?"

He answered by giving me the silent treatment, so I kissed him back as an apology …which he gladly accepted, and wouldn't end. So I broke it off; tonight wasn't the right night, especially when I remembered what happened. All I could see was Mikel, and I shivered. McGee wrapped me in his arms like he had countless times before and kissed me on the forehead.

"He's not going to get you," he said, and I believed him this time, "No one is ever going to get you."

When he said that, I had to try hard not to cry out. It was the same thing Mikel said to me in the nightmare…

Right after he showed me Tabby's head.

I mentally shook the thought out and concentrated on McGee's scent. The sage and cedar was so strong I almost felt a natural high. It made sleeping for me easier than ever. And I knew McGee would sleep better once I fell asleep.

That night I dreamt a strange dream with wolves and a forest of watercolor blues, purples, and silvers. And in the midst of the forest were two emerald pinpricks, with black shadows moving in a wing-like pattern behind the shimmering shadow.

"I'm watching over you in your dreams, and no one is going to get me or you," a familiar voice said. I felt a cool feeling rush through me as the wind did in the dream. It was safety.

I woke up that morning in McGee's embrace. The smell of sage and cedar is what I inhaled. I sighed out and McGee tightened his hold on me as I moved. I looked at him to see he was sleeping, and it was a reflex….I felt myself glow.

But it didn't really last because McGee's eyes opened dazed and confused. They were glazed from sleep and dreams and he had a little less dark under them. He also had them opened only halfway. I pecked him on the lips as he blinked from the strip of sunlight coming through the curtains.

"Good morning sleepy butt," I said smiling.

"Mmm," he murmured into his pillow. It was Saturday morning and we had the day off until a new case came its way to the team. Which one did, when McGee's cell went off. I leaned back as McGee reached for his phone, knowing as he "accidently" brushed by some places he normally wouldn't in the morning.

"McGee," he said, a little more awake. I could hear Tony's voice energetically telling him to get his butt out of bed and into the Bullpen. McGee pushed the covers off and I went to change as he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I still, however, couldn't push a hinky feeling out of my gut about last night. Mikel really scared me with how calm and cunning he looked. I was glad that Tabby came just in time, but hated her for doing it too. It seemed wrong for someone like my age being protected by someone so much younger. That and she was doing it for nothing…she barely knew me, and this was the second time she's just about killed herself trying to keep me safe. I shook the thought of her possibly already dead when McGee walked out toweling his hair dry. He had a clean pair of boxers, and his bangs were sticking over his forehead in a multitude of directions. He looked like a teenager Punk-Rocker, who would sit around writing guitar solos and listening to Lostprophets instead of getting ready for work. I walked over to him and ruffled his drying bangs and laughed when the water flew off of them and landed on my arms and face. McGee took my face in his hands and planted a kiss on my lips. He pulled back and looked at me with that goofy grin receding into a sensitive smile. I didn't think anything could ruin this moment. Then I seen the look he had in his eyes.

"McGee," I said, in a warning tone.

"Abby, I really do lo-," I covered his mouth with my hand and his eyes widened.

I shook my head, "That's what ruined us the last time…"

He eyes saddened, and I uncovered his mouth, "Then what would be the point of this?"

The words he said carved me out like a pumpkin on Halloween, I felt hollowed out but without the candle. I felt…cold, like he just broke the bond between us. I didn't like it.

I squeezed into him for another embrace to bring back the warmth. I could feel tears behind my eyes waiting to be released.

I wouldn't let them. They wouldn't help me in this fight.

"I…I don't know," I said, feeling a different depression overcome me. It made me think what it would be like if I never had McGee. My chest hurt, particularly toward the left side. The depression was bone deep. I couldn't breathe.

"Abby?" McGee looked me in the eyes, and I could see concern flooding out.

"I'm okay," I said, being able to talk again, "I just had a thought…of what it would be like if you never came into my life."

"What was it like?" he asked softly.

I didn't answer; I just absorbed the warmth radiating from his skin. I inhaled the scent about him, and he was all around me. Which ironically, was the song whirling through my mind. I planted a kiss on his chest where his collarbone was.

He never asked, he just hugged me tighter, and the bond reconnected, filling me up with warmth. We held onto each other as long as we could.

McGee pulled back and tilted my chin up, he gave me a look of pure love…and I knew. I just knew that he loved me. That was why I didn't want him to say it, he already did in such a way, it was meaningless through words.

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