/AN: Guess what everyone?! I'm back!... Maybe. I was rereading your kind reviews and was once again inspired. So what that means for you, I've no idea, but for now, you have another chapter, and if anyone has more ideas for me, they'd be greatly appreciated, as I still need another twenty or so scenarios :) I hope you enjoy!
"What did you want to be when you were little, Timmy?" Abby's voice startled McGee out of the daze he'd fallen into whilst gazing at the computer screen as it ran a facial recognition scan for their latest suspect.
"Pardon?" He rubbed his eyes, now quite sleepy.
"What did you want to be when you were a kid?" The dark haired girl repeated, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh, um… I guess… I wanted to be like my dad…"
"Timmy! That's boring!" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Didn't you have any crazy dreams when you were little?"
"Like what?" McGee began to get defensive. After all, what was wrong with wanting to be like his father? "What did you want to be?"
"Me? It changed almost every day!" Abby grinned. "I wanted to be all sorts of things! A pirate, a princess, an astronaut! The sky was the limit!"
"I see…" The NCIS agent thought for a few minutes. "… I guess… I always wanted… I wanted to be a superhero…"
A laugh escaped the eccentric girl. "That's what I'm talking about Timmy!"
McGee found himself laughing along with her, his eyes lighting up.
"And y'know what?" Abby winked at him. "I bet you'd be hot in a cape and tights."