Another slightly modified chapter

Chapter 2 -The Morning After

Abby awoke to the sound of loud, violent music blaring from her clock/radio. She dozed, lulled by the screaming guitar rifts, reminiscing over the previous night with McGee. Slowly she became aware of a new bass rhythm in the tune she had never noticed before. She opened her eyes to stare at the clock/radio. Then she realised the sound was coming from behind her. She turned her head suddenly and found McGee still there, flat on his back, mouth hanging slackly, snoring soundly beside her.

She was struck by sudden panic. He never stayed until morning. Not even when the only other option was a hotel room. Maybe he was terminally ill….

"Oh, this is not good," she said to herself. "He is going to be so not happy."

As she leant over to wake him, she had a sudden thought. There was a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned back the other way and turned off the alarm. Then she looked over the side of the bed and found the discarded lubricant. "Might as well be armed and ready," she thought.

She leant over to McGee and softly kissed his cheek. No response. She nibbled her way up his overnight stubble to his earlobe causing him to snort awake.

"What time is it?" he asked dreamily, yawning slightly and squinting in the morning light.

"Still early," it was a white lie. She was prepared to pay for it later.

She reached down under the covers and grabbed him. She was not disappointed.

"Er Abs, shouldn't we be getting ready?" his eyes betrayed his true desire.

"Just a quickie," she answered.

"I should really just, um, visit the bathroom," he started to move.

"It's cold out there", she warned playfully. "Besides, you'll never be able to do anything in this position. You need to be deflated."

"Deflated?" he crinkled his nose at the words.

"Oh, come here, Timothy."

He rolled over onto her and she felt the urgency that told her that perhaps SHE should have visited the bathroom. Whether it was the extra pelvic floor muscles required to hold back the impending flow or the full bladder feeling itself she wasn't sure but it heightened the sensation. This was just as well because McGee wasn't holding off long this morning. He was convulsing in moments in his usual restrained way barely giving her time to join in.

As he rolled over onto the bed, the apologies started. "I'm sorry that was way too short," he began. "I…I just really need to get to a bathroom." He leapt up and walked quickly through the bedroom grabbing her black skull dressing gown to drape over his shoulders on the way out. "Wow, you weren't kidding about the cold."

He returned after a quick shower and replaced the dressing gown. As he started dressing Abby dragged herself out of bed and put the dressing gown on.

"Tell me you're not going home to change?" she said.

"Actually, I keep two spare sets of clothes in my locker now," he replied. "I got sick of getting blood, vomit, dirt and just about everything else on my clothes. Not to mention those days on end when we don't even get to go home."

"That's mighty sensible of you McGee," Abby said as she headed for the bathroom.

The last words she heard were: "Hey, I thought you said it was still early."

When she emerged from the bathroom, the bed sheets were changed, the bedroom tidied and there was the smell of toast.

"I thought we could eat on the way," McGee explained as she dressed.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," she agreed, "a good healthy breakfast not only keeps you alert and helps you work better but it can also keep your weight down."

"So, what do you want on your toast?"

"Chocolate."

When they pulled up in the car park, Abby headed for the lab and McGee for the lockers. By the time he walked into the bullpen Abby and Gibbs were there alone. Gibbs was studying a folder crammed with documents.

"You're late," said Gibbs without looking at up.

"Sorry, boss, something came up," he stopped dead and squeezed his eyes shut tightly at his own double entoundre as Abby tried to hide a fit of giggles. He felt a deep blush rise from his jaw bone to the tips of his ears.

When he chanced to open his eyes again, Gibbs was still looking down at the contents of his folder but there was a definite smirk on his face.

"Try to start your morning activities earlier," he said deadpan and Abby turned to bury her face in McGee's shoulder to smother her laughter.

McGee gave thanks that neither Tony nor Ziva were around. Just as the relief of their absence finished washing over him, they came around the corner. Abby looked up at them, then decided it was safer to run than be seen laughing. She left hurriedly for the lab, leaving McGee standing exposed in front of Gibbs.

"So Probie," began Tony. "Big night? I see you're wearing the spare tie this morning and look," he patted McGee's face. "You're all flushed".

McGee closed his eyes and shook his head. Sometimes Tony was too observant. He scuttled for his desk and was surprised to hear Gibbs distracting Tony for him.

"What did you get DiNozzo?"

"Oh Boss, he enthused, you should see this place. Big sweeping driveway, they got 'beware of the dog' mosaiced into the driveway. It was huge..."