July 20
Ah! Being blest, for Heaven shall lend
To share thy simple joys a friend! – Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Happiness"
"McGee!" she squealed the moment she laid eyes on him. Abby continued to grin as he faltered in the doorway, seemingly surprised by her enthusiastic greeting.
"What do you want?" he asked suspiciously just before she crashed into him and gave him the biggest hug of his life. "Can't breathe," he warned.
She released him with another grin. "Can't I simply be happy to see you?" she inquired, looking as innocent as she could.
He chuckled. "You're happier than normal," he pointed out.
"I'm always like this," she countered.
"It's not your birthday, you haven't had that many Caf-Pows this morning and we haven't given you any evidence," he continued. "Something's up."
"Okay," she caved. "I've had an idea."
"Does this idea involve Tony and Ziva again?" he warned. "Because the last time we trapped them in the elevator together –"
She shook her head firmly. Why didn't Timmy understand? It was a pity Ziva had come out of the elevator and threatened to kill McGee with a staple gun, but she couldn't be held responsible for that.
"You need to get out more," she announced.
He stared at her for a few moments. "I have a deadline coming up," he reminded her.
"Sister Rosita sprained her ankle again – don't ask me how because I can't understand what a nun could be doing that would result in frequent injuries to her ankle – and we need someone else on our team tonight," she explained.
"I'm sure Tony will go with you," he began.
"But the nuns want to meet you. It'll be fun! It might give you some ideas to write about," she begged.
McGee nodded slowly. "Okay."
She smiled and hugged him again. "Now, about your outfit…"