"Timothy McGee. You. Are. Drunk!" Abby poked him in the chest after every word.

"I'm not. Whatsitoyou anyway?" He slurred.

"Because you were acting worse than Tony in there! You were embarrassing yourself."

"I wasn't embarrassed. You were embarrassed."

"Tim, you're drunk."

They stood on the pavement staring at each other. Abby sighed.

"Tim what's wrong? You haven't had a drink in months and haven't been drunk in years. You swore you never would be again. Remember that?"

"No."

"Yes you do."

"Why d' you care?"

"Because you mean a lot to me, you big drunk doofus!" She grinned and took his arm. "C'mon lets get you home."

They walked down the road together in the clear, crisp air. It was late and dark and Abby had her arms wrapped around McGee's waist. His arm was draped over her shoulders. She was happy. For the moment it didn't matter that he couldn't walk in a straight line. Or that he stank of alcohol. It didn't matter that. After daring Kate to come here and arriving in her car, they now had to walk all the way back to Abby's place. None of that mattered right then.

When they took a short-cut through a park, McGee stumbled toward a bench.

"Please Abby, I have to sit down. Just for a little while."

"Nuh-uh. Not much further to my place. I don't want you passing out in the park."

"No, I won't, I promise. Please, just let me sit down. I can't make it."

"You are a special agent McGee!" Abby said in her best boss-voice. "Get it together!"

"Just a little while," he mumbled and she couldn't keep him from dropping to the floor. He sat there on the grass, just looking up at her. She couldn't do anything but throw her arms up in defeat and plonk down next to him.

She looked up at the stars while the breeze cooled her face. She could sense McGee staring at her and turned to face him. It was a little unnerving when he didn't even try to act like he wasn't staring. He just kept on looking.

"You're pretty," he said and then looked up at the stars.

Abby was a little shocked but just chuckled softly and went back to star-gazing.

After about ten minutes, she decided it was too cold to be star-gazing in the park.

"C'mon McGee we've got to get-"

"I got ladies' phone numbers at the club," he stated simply.

"Yeah McGee, you're a real charmer," Abby rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Lots of numbers."

"Stand up."

"But the number I did want, I didn't get. But I already had her number. I didn't need it, but I don't want it for that."

"McGee you are making no sense at all. Stand up and we'll go home ok?"

"But I have you're number. I just never call you," he mumbled as she helped him to his feet.

"I want to call you," he said decisively and reached for his cell phone.

"I'm right here Tim. You don't need to ring me."

"Oh."

Abby sighed and grabbed his hand to lead him home.

Well I didn't think my night would end like this.

Um, it's bedtime so I kinda had to leave this chapter here. Sorry! I just finished watching ep 4 of the third season and they said "career-girl-barbie"! Didn't I use that phrase in this fic! Wow I must be psychic! (either that or I picked it up somewhere and didn't realize it) Anyhoo… goodnight and sweet dreams!