Probie's Coffin
Chapter 3: Over Lunch
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, I really appreciate it! And Meg, I'm not sure I believe you about that romantic stuff! Would you still be reading if you weren't? ;) It's nice to know there are other Fluff-Goths out there. Luv you guys!
Spoilers: Witness.
Disclaimer: There would be a disclaimer here telling all of you that I don't own anything, except that Gibbs's rule #357 specifically forbids disclaimers, and he scares me.
"OMG, Abbs, you're putting me on." Eleanor turned to McGee. "Is she putting me on? Chucking carrots?"
"And peanuts," Abby reminded her.
Eleanor burst into a new fit of giggles. "Of course. Gotta have those proteins!"
McGee could possibly have looked more pathetic, but not easily. He was bored, he thought Eleanor and Abby were acting ridiculous, and he was getting a knot in his gut watching them.
Abby interrupted his thought. "You were there, tell her!"
"Yup, it's true," he said unenthusiastically.
"Why didn't you join in?" Eleanor wanted to know. McGee squirmed.
Abby dived in before he had to answer. "Flirting is for two. Three's a crowd. Well, I know this one couple, but they're kinda weird. . . anyway." Fortunately, Eleanor was the type to be distracted easily. "What about Susperia?"
Eleanor took the bait easily. "I've been dying to seen that since last October. It was on the list of scariest ever, but I haven't been able to find a copy. It's almost enough to make me wish for a remake."
Abby hissed and made a cross with her fingers, making McGee jump. "Back, evil one!"
Eleanor took a moment to examine Abby. "Somehow, I feel I should take that as a complement."
Abby grinned, but quickly got back to the point. "Remakes suck!"
Eleanor took a bite and hurried to defend her position. Normally, yes, but I think this could work, especially since it's foreign and normal people have never heard of it."
Abby backed up from her a little. "Somehow, I think I should take that as a complement."
"Yup. I'm thinking Tim Burton directing with Neve Campbell. Now tell me that wouldn't rock."
Abby pondered. "You know, you might have something there."
McGee cleared his throat. "Um, I don't want to break up this happy chat, but it's about time to get back." He did, in fact want to break up the chat. It was annoying him, and his stomach was feeling worse. He tried to remember how much coffee he'd had that morning. It didn't usually affect him that way. The three fussed, getting all their things together. Eleanor searched herself for something.
"Oh, I'm so ditsy. I left my mug. Right back." She darted back to the table. McGee seized the opportunity. "Hey, thanks for the save back there. I didn't really wanna. . . um."
Abby smiled solemnly. "I know." She put her head on his shoulder as an act of comfort, but Abby wasn't feeling comfortable at all. When Gibbs had given her the news that Erin had died on McGee's watch, her first feeling was a rush of sympathy for McGee. She knew he would feel guilty, and just downright lousy. Her next feeling, not seconds later, was a punch in the gut; the thought that earlier in the lab, her last thought of Erin had been Drop dead. She knew it was just an expression, but-"
"Are we ready to go?" Eleanor asked. Abby snapped out of it.
"Yeah." She grabbed Eleanor's hand, and the two started skipping. "Come on, skip McGee. You're happier skipping than walking!" Abby encouraged. "Skip with us!"
"Um, I really don't. . ."
Abby grabbed his hand. "Come on! This thing about men skipping is such a pathetic sanction! Nobody's gonna think you're gay. You're with two drop dead gorgeous women. What they're gonna think is that you're really lucky." She lowered her voice to mock sultry.
McGee looked at the ground, having difficulty looking at her.
Abby took this as a rejection. "Your loss."
Hmm. This little Fluff-Goth is getting a little too close for comfort if you ask me! This could be trouble. Of course, it's trouble. Would it be fanfic if it weren't? Please review, I'll love you forever! And if Tim and Neve are reading this, I really think you should!