"Again!" Abby exclaimed as she looked at McGee. He had just entered her lab.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Oh, Timmy. Only you wouldn't know by now." She picked up a little pocket-sized mirror that was sitting by her computer and handed it to him.

"Oh my God!" He replied in disbelief as he stared at his rash-covered face.

"You didn't notice before now?" Abby asked, "Hasn't it been itchy?"

"I've been so busy that I didn't realize! I thought my face was just itching."

"And no one had mentioned it to you? I mean it's very... visible."

McGee gave her a small, short glare, "I've been alone. Tony, Ziva, and Gibbs went to pick up our suspect. I had to do some extra work on the computer," He lifted the mirror to his face once again, "I look hideous."

"No! Not... hideous. Just kind of candy cane like."

"Thanks, that helps."

"So, what is this... the third time its happened?"

"Yeah... Well, actually more than that. Had it really bad when I was a kid."

"How old?"

"Seventeen."

Abby laughed, "Seventeen is not "a kid". Seventeen is almost adult... Or at least almost wannabe adult. Weren't you at MIT then?"

McGee nodded, "Yupp. I was a sophomore. My friends and I decided to go on a hike, except we went to some random woods instead of an actual hiking trail that normal people go to..." He cringed at the memory, "One of the worst decisions ever."

"Aw. You need a air hug." Abby held out her arms as though she was hugging him, "Feel better?"

"Uh, sure. Thanks."

"No problem."

McGee began scratching again, "Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"You know that stuff you made for me last time this happened?"

"Making it now," She replied. She walked over to the side of her lab and began mixing up her "special concoction" of vinegar and baking soda.

"Thank you."

A few seconds later he was rubbing the paste on his face and... other affected areas.

"Better?" She asked.

"Much," He replied with a sigh.

Seven hours later...

"Abby, you really didn't have to drive me home... or walk me to my apartment... or... Wait, what are you doing now?" McGee followed Abby into his bedroom.

"I'm going to fix you an oatmeal bath. Then I'm going to pull your bed back and get some clean pajamas out for you."

"Why are you doing all of this?"

"Because I can." Abby went into McGee's bathroom and began running water into the tub. Then she walked past McGee and went to the kitchen.

"Wait!" She exclaimed as she opened one of his cabinets.

McGee walked into the kitchen, "What?"

"The oatmeal was always in the top, left kitchen cabinet," Abby put her hands on her hips, "Why is the oatmeal not in the top, left kitchen cabinet?"

"Because now it's on the bottom, right cabinet. I rearranged everything."

She got the oatmeal out and began walking back into the bathroom, "Not nice to play tricks on me, Timmy."

McGee laughed, "Sorry." He, once again, followed her into his room, "Abbs, if you need to go home it's fine. I'll be okay."

"Don't be silly. You're sick and you need me."

"I don't n..." He stopped before he finished that sentence. No, maybe he didn't necessarily need her there, but he wanted her there, "Thank you, Abby."

Abby smiled and put out her arms for another air hug, "You're welcome, Timmy."

Long time, no write... I've been working on two other stories so I haven't had alot of time lately. I am in the middle of writing a new NCIS story I thought up. It's a drama/angst one. Once it's finished I'll begin posting it.
Anyway, let me know what you think with a nice little review. It makes me happy :)