Abby was slowly stirring her coffee, yawning as she stared out her kitchen window, when she was suddenly startled half to death. McGee's strong arms were holding her tightly as he hugged her from behind.

"Morning," he mumbled into her hair before slowly slinking to the table. He took a seat and smirked at the somewhat shocked look on her face.

"I wasn't expecting you to be awake so early," she said as she turned back to the coffee to make Tim one too.

"What was that? I can hardly hear you over that music!" He said sarcastically.

"Oh, right. Sorry, my bad." She brought him over a cup of hot coffee and sat across from him at the table.

"Thanks Abby."

She smiled. "Best hangover cure."

"Don't have one."

"I find that hard to believe."

McGee winced. "What… What did I do?"

"Umm… Well when I got to you, you were dancing, somewhat Tony-like, with a large group of blonde bimbos," she tried not to sound jealous.

McGee swallowed and stared at his hands.

"Then you nearly passed out in the park when I tried to get you home. You broke the shower curtain in my bathroom – I don't know how you did that, and I don't think I even want to know. Oh and these," she said as she reached across and grabbed McGee's arm to reveal large red scratches, "…are from when you nearly strangled the neighbour's cat."

"Oh God," he groaned. "I'm sorry Abbs. For all that and whatever else I did or said last night. I didn't mean any of it, I swear." To his surprise, she looked a little disappointed.

"Not even the part where you said I was pretty? Or when I think you said you wanted my number? Or the part where we made passionate love?" she pouted.

"We did what!" He sputtered, his face more stunned than a mullet.

She laughed and punched him lightly on the arm. "Just jokin' with ya Timmy! Well about the last thing anyway."

"Oh thank God!" McGee exhaled loudly.

"Hey! Don't sound too relieved will ya!" She rolled her eyes.

"No, no, no Abbs. I'm relieved because if we had I wouldn't have remembered it. I, uh, I mean… I'd, umm –" McGee's face flushed crimson and Abby grinned.

"Don't sweat it Timmy. No matter how drunk you were if we had, trust me you would have remembered." She winked and stood to place the empty cups in the sink. "I'm going for a shower. TV's that way and the computer's in there. Make yourself at home," she said as she bounced off toward the bathroom, leaving McGee to sit and think.

Aww I love McGee. He's my fave NCIS character at the moment. He's just so adorable… but neways… review!