Disclaimer: See previous chapter...which will tell you to go see chapter one.

A/N: It's done! This chapter took longer than I thought it would...Abby and McGee were mean and didn't do what I wanted them to do, lol. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, they have made me smile in a time in my life where I definitely needed to. And a special thanks to hotchner who gave me this idea!

ONE MONTH LATER...

Abby slowly awakened on a Monday morning to her alarm clock blaring once more. She rolled over, shut it off, and sighed happily. Today was the day...she was finally going back to work.

After that night at the bar, Abby was floating on air. She was okay...she wasn't going to die. She had gone to see Dr. Henderson that following Monday and he had prescribed a medication that would dissolve the tumor. He didn't want to risk surgery and losing any part of her lower intestine.

The medication worked perfectly. However, as in all drugs, there were side effects. The dissolving tumor caused significant discomfort in her side (like Abby wasn't used to that), and the drugs triggered nausea and, for the first time in Abby's life, migranes.

So, long story short, because of the side effects she had experienced, the general concept of recovery, and because Gibbs is...well, Gibbs...Abby had been put on temporary medical leave from NCIS. Even though she was on leave, Abby had twisted McGee's arm on a couple occasions to send her some office work to keep her occupied.

After seeing Dr. Henderson three days earlier, Abby was given the green light to go back to work. Her tumor had almost completely dissolved, and it was predicted that she need only one more week of treatment before it was gone entirely. She was no longer experiencing the extreme side effects so she was right as rain to return to her daily routine...one that she missed terribly.

She quickly showered and dressed, then went into the kitchen and grabbed a pack of Pop Tarts. No matter what McGee said, this was the breakfast of champions. Abby then grabbed her cell phone along with her purse and called McGee as she went out the door to tell him she was leaving.

Twenty minutes later, Abby was standing in the NCIS elevator, bouncing excitedly on her heels. She planned on doing this grand entrance in the squadroom, she had it all worked out and well-rehearsed.

The elevator doors opened with a ding and Abby burst through, her face then falling when she saw that no one was there. She checked her watch...there was no way in hell she was there earlier than everyone else, especially Gibbs.

"Hello?" Abby called. No answer. Furrowing her eyebrows, she said outloud, "They must have gotten a call to a crime scene."

Shrugging it off, Abby got back onto the elevator, and pushed the button to her lab's floor. Her ears perked as she traveled down the elevator shaft. She heard something...music. Her music. Had McGee been playing her death metal while she was gone?

The elevator door stopped on her floor, opened up, and Abby gasped. Gibbs, Tony, McGee, Kate, Ducky, and Jimmy were all standing around her main workstation, smiling wide. Each one was holding a small, brightly colored cupcake; and a metallic, store-bought banner was hung above them reading "WELCOME HOME!".

Abby giggled and smiled warmly. These were truely the best bunch of peopleanyone could hope to work with and have a part in their lives.

"What's the occasion?" Abby asked playfully, walking toward them.

"Ah, nothing too important," Gibbs replied with a wry smirk.

Abby faked an indignant huff, elicting a chuckle from Gibbs. He put down the cupcake and drew her into a tight embrace, which she reciprocated with just as much fervor. Once they parted, that was the sign for everyone else to lunge forward to see who could hug her next. Tony got in first, picking her up and twirling her around. After he set her down, the scene turned into a blur of arms, bodies, and big group hugs. They all chatted for thirty minutes or so before Gibbs had to break up their little shindig.

"All right, guys...time to get back up there. Abby," he said, leaning in and kissing her forhead, "welcome back. Now, get to work."

Abby laughed and nodded. Several more quick hugs and pecks on the cheek were given to Abby before they all followed Gibbs out ...McGee, however, lagged behind. Turning around once inside the elevator, Gibbs saw McGee purposefully walking slower, hoping to "miss" the elevator.

"McGee!" Gibbs barked. McGee startled then began to walk faster, though clearly not wanting to leave just yet. Gibbs' face softened slightly. "Take your time, McGee. Besides, this car is pretty much full."

McGee smiled a quick and sincere "thank you" then watched as the elevator doors shut. He turned around slowly to see Abby with her back to him, most likely munching on a cupcake.

"Abby," he said as he walked toward her. She turned quickly and McGee could help but chuckle.

"What?" she said, puzzled.

"Your face," McGee replied, still laughing.

Abby turned and rushed to her mirror she kept in her office. She laughed herself at what she saw. Her lips and chin were caked with flourescent pink icing. She then groaned, realizing what the actual color was, and grabbed a Kleenexwipe it off as fast as possible.

"You look good in pink," McGee said, still chuckling as he followed her into her office.

"Oh, shut up Tim," Abby joked, throwing away the now pink tissue. She turned to face him. "Am I still pink?"

"A little bit," he replied, stepping closer.

"Ah, damn," she muttered, reaching for another tissue.

McGee stayed her hand. "Here, let me," he said. He leaned in, raising her head up slightly, and kissed her softly. She kissed him back, snaking her arms around his neck. They broke apart and she tightened her hold of his neck and they embraced.

Abby held on for dear life. She knew how close she came to leaving him. She could feel McGee's tightening hold, his petting her hair at the back of her neck, and Abby could tell that he knew too.

"I don't know what I would have done," McGee whispered.

Blinking back tears, Abby pulled back slightly to where their noses were mere inches apart. "You don't have to worry, Tim. You're stuck with me."

"Thank God," he said, touching her cheek.

Abby sighed. "I'm sorry for being such an uber bitch when all this was happening, I was stupid, I was just trying..."

"Shh," McGee interrupted. "I know why you did, we all do. Don't worry about it. I hope you know to talk to me about anything and everything that you need to. I'm always going to be here."

"I know Timmy, and I am so grateful," Abby smiled. "We've got a good thing going on...you know, with us."

McGee smiled and nodded. "We sure do." They shared one more long kiss, letting actions convey their feeling rather than words.

What seemed like an eternity later, Abby broke away and whispered, "You better get back up there before Gibbs gets pissed."

McGee sighed and said, "Yeah, I guess so. I'll be down later on today."

"Promise?"

McGee answered with a quick but soft kiss. "Promise."

Abby watched as her McGee turned and walked to the elevator. Once he entered it and it shut its doors, Abby sat down at her computer and sighed contently. Life was good. She had her job back, a wonderful guy whom she cared for very deeply, and most importantly, her health. She took another bite from the cupcake she was munching on earlier and smiled, grateful to be back to her abnormal, no-so-ordinary life. A life she wouldn't want to have any other way.

THE END

A/N: And there it is! Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews and I hope you enjoyed it!