Not Talking

by Pheasant Plucker

Abby is assaulted in an alleyway right beside McGee's building, but why was she even there? And why don't the injuries match with... Anything? Why did she call Tim begging for help earlier in the night? Why did she insist on no one else in the team hearing anything about it? After a blow to the head and a lot of alcohol, she doesn't know. Gabby/McAbby, Fluff, mystery, smut.

14. Chapter 14 - Can't Tell You

- McGee's Couch -

"You wanted that! So why would you drink yourself blind? Why would you take a dingy bus or a $50 cab across town just to come here in the middle of the night? You said you needed help when you called! What help?"

She cowered and sniffled. "I'm sorry Timmy!"

"No! You didn't know what happened, you couldn't've saved us from any of this. I just don't understand why you did what you did! Why?"

"I can't tell you!"

"You can't tell me? After the month we've just had, there's something about this you 'can't tell me'!"

"Okay! I'll tell you! Then I'm gonna leave, okay? Promise you'll let me just leave after I say this, okay?"

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- One Month Earlier -

Abby sat in her car shaking all over. That was amazing! OH MY GOD THAT WAS AMAZING! What the hell did I just do? Wow, I can't think straight, this is crazy! Holy… Wow.

She arrived home in one piece, despite paying no attention to the road, managed to get her key into her lock, and finally flopped on the couch, where she stayed for about twenty seconds. She couldn't sit still. She found a bottle of something sticky and poured a shot. It helped a little, the burning in her mouth pulled her mind back to earth, for just a moment. A minute later, she needed another. She gathered everything marginally drinkable and laid it out on the table, then, while slowly attacking it, tried to work out why she needed it.

The moment she worked it out, she called a cab. Half an hour later, she was standing beside McGee's building. She knew why she was there, she knew what she had to do next, and she knew it probably wouldn't go well. She paced unsteadily, then leaned her back against the wall, sliding slowly to the ground with her head in her hands. If the kids hadn't arrived, she would have gotten up, she would have done it. She would have walked up to his door, she would have told him what happened and said what really needed to be said. She practiced it over and over in her head.

I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, but it made me realize I don't want anything else, I've been avoiding it for years, but it's always been true. I love you, I only want you, forever.