This is poooor little McGee's reaction to the whole ordeal. But we all know he's not man enough for Abs and at least he's got his hot MIT girlies. No sex in this one though... Next one YES. Lol.
McGee sat dejectedly in her lab. With every right and cheerful word he felt worst. Abby had something; she was kind, loud, sexy, mysterious and above all: nice to him. She was the kind of girl who would show you everything just for a laugh, so light hearted and sweet yet seductive and playful. He was in love with her, she knew it. It was a mildly difficult situation to put it plainly. Sitting watching her pace the floor, hands in constant motion made him wish he could be Gibbs. And he wished that often, but now he had a new reason. He could see why she wanted him, apart from his silver hair and grey suits Gibbs was experienced, intelligent, quick. He judged people fairly, he easily maintained order and he wove his way through the pschi like a pro. McGee understood, but that didn't make it ay easier.
"McGee?" "McGee!" Abby shouted, poking him with a pen. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry"
She saw the sad look in his big eyes and felt a twinge of sympathy or was that empathy. Abby always got who she wanted. "What I was saying was, that these numbers are definitely not random." McGee nodded in acknowledgement, "It's a code. The numbers coincide with street addresses. The street addresses of the murder victims!" He jumped out of his chair to go and tell gibbs. "There's just one thing McGee..." He turned around awaiting bad news due to her tone. "There are two numbers at the end of this code which havent been targeted yet... And we don't know the combination of each..." McGee stumbled back across the room. "The number is 457839." Abby nodded then turned her face to McGee, "That could mean house 4 and 57839 or 45 and 7839 or 457..." She trailed off. McGee was already out the door. "At least theyre in order." she said to herself.
Abby emailed the list of possible addresses to McGee so when Gibbs freaked out he'd have a list of possible target houses.
Sorry it was short but it's past midnight over here and I wanted to tell McGee's story...
