A/N: Ok, so it occurred to me that even though I marked this story as 'humor', it hasn't been all that funny. I'll attempt to fix that. That said, this chapter is fluff. Sorry lol.

Abby was quiet.

At first McGee put it down to her being tired- it had been another long day, and they still hadn't really had time to recover from their impromptu Vegas trip. But after both Jethro's antics and his own rather lame attempt to cook dinner failed to get more than a cursory smile, he began to worry. Something was wrong, but what? He didn't want to press her, knowing full well that if he did, she'd most likely either deny it, or get angry. So he kept quiet, hoping that she'd tell him when she was ready. She usually did, unless it was about another guy. He winced at the thought. He'd always hated it when she was dating somebody else. At least he didn't have to worry about that anymore.

By the time they'd both climbed into bed and she'd curled up in her now-customary spot with her head on his chest, he'd given up on getting to the bottom of her abstraction, at least for tonight. Just as he was on the point of falling asleep, however, she sat bolt upright and turned on the bedside lamp, half blinding him.

"We didn't do this right" she stated.

Squinting against the light, he asked in confusion "Do what right?"

"This" she gestured at the two of them. "Us. Getting married."

He felt his heart sink at her words. She couldn't be having second thoughts...could she? He didn't think he could handle it, getting everything he'd ever dreamed about, only to have it taken away.

Some of what he was feeling must have been written on his face, because she smiled at him gently. "Don't look so gutted, Tim. I'm not going anywhere." As if to prove her point, she leant forward and kissed him. "I love you, remember?" At his nod, she continued. "All I meant is that we did this backwards. Most people get engaged before they get married, or at least date. We just kinda"

"Fell into it?" he completed. She nodded. "Abs, we're not most people. Most people don't make PowerPoint presentations about jetpacks or- or sleep in coffins." He got a small snort of a laugh for that. "Besides, I didn't think you wanted any of that- the dress, the tuxedos, the big fancy wedding."

"I didn't think I did, either." She sighed. "Besides, it's too late now anyway."

He studied her, seeing the regret in her eyes. He shook his head. "No, it's not. Not if that's what you really want, Abs."

"We're already married, Tim" she pointed out.

"So? We'll call it a renewal of vows instead." He grinned at her. "I don't know about you, but I don't really remember taking the first ones- I was pretty drunk at the time." She burst out laughing at that, but the laughter was tinged with a combination of nervousness and relief. When it died away, she looked at him quizzically. "Do you really mean that?"

Completely serious, he looked her straight in the eye. "If it's what you really want, Abby."

She nodded slowly, a small but widening smile on her face. "It is, Tim."

"Then I guess we're getting married. Properly this time."