"McGee!!!" She practically screamed when she saw him leap in front of her, the blood soaking through his white dress shirt, faster than she'd ever seen before.
"McGee, McGee, McGee?!" She repeated herself frantically, not sure what else to say.
"I'm o-okay Abby…c-c-call Gibbs…"
"Gibbs?! McGee I gotta call an ambulance…then I'll call Gibbs."
"He may be b-b-ack…I can't protect you now….call Gibbs." She raced up and dialed both numbers, then quickly returned to his side with a tee shirt. "McGee, oh my gosh, don't die…please?!"
He lifted his weapon. "T-ta-take this…in case he comes back."
She gripped his weapon with one hand and covered his wound with the other. She leaned over him. "Stay with me McGee."
He stared back up at her, and smiled.
"What could there possibly be to smile about right now?!"
"Gosh…you're beautiful."
She returned his smile. "Thanks McGee."
He lifted himself up with all the strength he had and kissed her gently, only to fall back in pain. "Ah!"
"McGee why'd you do that?" She said placing a small pillow under his head.
"It was worth it…"
"Now's not the time to hit on me McGee…if Gibbs walks in you're in big trouble."
He tried to laugh, but a cough came instead, blood now finding its way down his chin. "You're right…I've never been good enough for him…or you…"
"Are you kidding me?! Gibbs loves you…and I love you." She stopped herself, not believing the words she had just spoken, but repeated them anyhow. It felt right. "I love you McGee, you hear me? McGee?" His eyes were closed and she found no heartbeat.
When Gibbs arrived, Abby ran into his arms, softly repeating "I loved him" over and over as she cried.
Whether McGee heard her last words, no one would ever know.