A/N: This chapter is for axolotlgirl, who also gave me the idea for this chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Alcohol Therapy

She had never understood the popular party expression "one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor" until tonight. Abby had invited her to a bar to help drink their bad day away. She had promised him that she would be fine and wouldn't drink too much; needless to say that she had had a lot. At first she had watched Abby shoot tequila and it seemed to have no ill effects on her, so she had ordered a round. The liquid had burned her throat and immediately had pulled her mind off of the shitty day that she had had. Now it was one in the morning and she stood in front of the bar, waiting for him. McGee had been there ten minutes before to pick up Abby and he had called him to come get her, seeing as she was in no condition to drive herself. She watched the light of a streetlamp glisten on the damp road and she giggled.

From the depths of his sleep he was vaguely aware of a tinny noise that he knew was his cell phone. It was himself out of bed and pulled his dirty jeans on and threw a semi – clean sweatshirt on. Then he jammed his feet into his sneakers and walked out the door.
She had insisted she was fine when she was in the car, just keeping her eyes closed so she wouldn't get dizzy from the passing scenery, however, when they reached his apartment, it was a different story. She headed straight for the bathroom, barely making it before she expelled the contents of her stomach. He came into the bathroom behind her and pulled her hair out of her face. She continued to heave and he positioned her so she was in his lap with her head still over the toilet. She vaguely mumbled and apology and told him that she loved him. He talked to her soothingly, assuring her that he still loved her as well. She began to cry and he held her close.

When she had nothing more to throw up he helped her rinse her mouth out and then led her to the bedroom. He stripped her of her clothes and put shorts and a sweatshirt on her and then led her gently into bed. She pulled him down beside her and he wrapped her in his arms and assured her that he wasn't going anywhere. She cried herself to sleep and he held her.

When she woke up the next morning, he was gone, but there was a note on the pillow beside her. She squinted in the morning light that was making her head throb and she read the note.

Don't worry, I didn't leave you.

There's aspirin and water on the bedside table, take it.

I went to the store to get bread and coffee so I can make you toast.

Don't try to get out of bed until I get back.

I love you!

She smiled at the note and carefully inched herself so she could reach the bed side table and gulped the cool water and aspirin down gratefully.

When he returned, he found her sound asleep with a smile on her face.

A/N: So, how did you like it? You know the drill; press that little blue button down there. Also, feel free to leave me suggestions for a "therapy" I love all of your input.

P.S.Watch Across the Universe. I saw it today and it was amazing! Expect a Beatles song fic from me soon!