A/N: This fic is going to end up as Tony/Abby/McGee, so if that bothers you at all, I recommend turning back now. It's going to be cute and sweet and funny, though, or at least that's the way I intend on it being. Enjoy! Comments are love.
Abby turned the corner of the bullpen and saw Tony at his desk, in his usual position – leaned back in his chair, feet up on his desk, balancing a pencil on his nose. The pencil fell off and Tony sighed, tossing his feet off the desk and scooting up to the desk, beginning to type away at the keyboard.
Abby furrowed her eyebrows. He didn't look very happy. That was unusual. Rather than asking him about it – he was rather engrossed in his case report, after all – she brushed past his desk and over to McGee's, plopping herself down on the right corner.
McGee looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Yes? Is there something I can do for you, Abby?" She pointed to Tony's desk. He continued to look at her with confusion. "Tony? What about him?"
"He looks sad," she said, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest, still looking at the senior agent's desk.
"And you expect me to help how?" McGee asked, leaning back in his chair. "This is Tony we're talking about."
"I don't know," Abby said, still pouting. "But maybe we could do something nice for him."
"Us?" he asked. "As in you and me?"
She turned to look at him, narrowing her eyes at his expression. "Yes, as in you and me. Tony's so sweet. He deserves someone to pay attention to him."
McGee chuckled, garnering another glare from Abby. "Sorry, Abby, you know I'm willing to do most anything for you, but Tony?" He shook his head. "The moment I'd do something like that..."
"The moment you'd do something like that what, Timmy? You afraid Tony's gonna say something about your sexuality again?"
McGee frowned. "Well, yes. I don't need him spreading rumors around NCIS."
Abby leaned in, as if she had a secret to share with him. "It's not a rumor if it's true, Tim."
His face pinkened and he turned away from her, facing his computer screen. "No one needs to know, Abby. Especially not Tony."
Abby laughed. It was a dark sound, unusual for her. "I'm sure Tony would be very pleased if he knew."
McGee shifted his eyes to look at her, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Oh, no reason," she said, hopping off his desk. "If you won't help me, I'll just do it myself." With that, she swaggered away, stopping briefly at Tony's desk and bending down to whisper something to him, which he laughed at, and as she walked away to the elevator, Tony gave her a little swat on the rearend and then turned his attention back to his computer, grinning.
McGee scowled and turned to his own computer. There was no way Abby was going to get away with this. She was going to make him look like the bad guy if he didn't do everything possible to put Tony in a better mood. He just had to one-up her with everything she did, and if that didn't work, he'd find out exactly why Tony would be so happy to find out the secret of his bisexuality.