Probie's Coffin

By LMR

Chapter 5: Pretend It's a Semicolon!

A.N.: I really appreciate the reviews, guys! Thanks a lot. Luv to all the Fluff-Goths. And Megan, I won't tell. ;P I understand completely. I think if I ever let some people I know read this romantic drivel that I wrote, I would die of embarrassment!

Another A.N.: Bad news: Very short chapter. :( Good news: extremely bored yesterday, wrote two chapters. :)

Disclaimer: I, LMR do not own CBS, NCIS, McAbby, or CSI (which is not nearly, as cool, I mean, when was the last time Jorja Fox body slammed or threw food at a coworker, huh?). I don't own HQ, http, html, or C+ or any of that cockamamie stuff Abby and McGee talk about while I stare blankly. What would I do with so many F'ing letters, anyway! I would write stupid fanfic, that's what. So without further ado. . .

Chapter 5: Pretend It's a Semicolon!

"Hey, I died!" Abby slammed the start button. "I hate when that happens!" (No Shakespearean sex jokes, please, but a cookie to anybody who actually laughs at this parenthetical joke.) She didn't quit shooting for a moment. Eleanor blasted a rabid bat away from Abby's side of the screen. "Thanks."

"No problem. Too bad, though. I love bats."

"Yeah, me too."

"More than snugglebunnies?" Eleanor ventured. Today she was wearing an Emily the Strange shirt.

"Yup, I'm only a little bit with the snugglebunnies."

Eleanor frowned in concentration, wondering if she wanted to attempt to figure out more. Probing the topic, Eleanor felt as if she were poking something scary with a stick, hoping it wouldn't bite her head off. Not that Abbs was scary, much, but triangles were, and that was the topic she was curious about. "Your office is pretty great. I mean, I can't imagine if I went back to Norfolk and one of my coworkers just skipped up and hugged me."

"Well, I don't think of McGee as a coworker." Eleanor raised an eyebrow. Bingo. The big scary thing was awake. Time to see if it had teeth. "You guys are good friends?"

"Yup," Abby looked at her, knowing she was being poked. "Just good friends." Eleanor relaxed, knowing she wouldn't have that hanging over her head the rest of the night. What was better, Abby didn't seem to have minded that she wanted to know. This was good, from Eleanor's perspective.

Her attention refocused on the monsters. "Urg. I can't make this thing die!"

"Pretend it's a semicolon!"

Eleanor did, and it went down with several bullet holes. "Thanks! This reminds me of Fun." (Little known Indie film about deranged teenage girls.)

"Except for the killing little old ladies part," Abby added.

"Oh, darn. I ruined the surprise for our next date!" Eleanor acted serious.

Abby smiled, and lowered her gun. "That's awfully presumptuous, Eleanor."

"The word I had in mind was insane." Eleanor couldn't believe she'd been so up front. "So what do you say?"

"To killing little old ladies?"

"To a second date?" Eleanor laughed.

Abby thought about this for a moment. She hadn't been involved with anyone for a while. Not romantically, anyway. Eleanor wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for, but experience (and older friends) had taught her that closing the door on any possibility, no matter how odd, wasn't a good idea. Life is a series of well-planned accidents, she reminded herself. "I think it sounds great."

Eleanor acted almost shy. "Cool. There's a place; it's a little out of the way . . . a lot out of the way. But I really think it would be worth it. This is the first time I've met somebody that I thought would really love it. If you have a day off, anytime soon, I mean, if you're feeling brave?"

Abby smiled. "Not brave. I trust you."

A cookie to the first person who can figure out where they're going (there are clues!)

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