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McGee used his fork to prod the food in the tiny plastic tray and lamented the fact microwaveable food always tasted like rubber. He tossed the tub down on the table and frowned as he touched gently at his face. They had a break in the case late in the afternoon and travelled to confront the culprits at the base. Unfortunately one of the guilty three hadn't taken his arrest too well and had gotten in a lucky punch. Once they had gotten back to Headquarters Ducky had informed him that his cheekbone was still intact, which was about the only good thing to happen to him today.

She pulled on her red felt cape and applied another coat of her trademark red lipstick in front of the mirror. Sitting down on the couch, she began the long task of buckling up her black knee high boots. There was no way she was spending tonight moping in her apartment. So she had called a few friends and made arrangements to meet them at one of their favourite haunts, they always knew how to make her forget her troubles. Getting out of this funk was her objective tonight; she didn't want to think about work, Tim or being alone. Seeing the cab pull up outside her building, she quickly locked her door and bounded downstairs. Tonight, she was going to be wild.

Sitting alone in his apartment, his thoughts quickly turned to Abby. He wondered how she would be occupying herself tonight. No doubt, she would be going out with her friends; laughing, joking and being generally outrageous. He felt a twinge of jealousy. Maybe it would have been better if he had let her come over tonight. Then she wouldn't be mad at him and he wouldn't be alone, nursing a bruised cheekbone. Sighing, he lay down on the couch and reached for his glass of milk. Bar an emergency call out, he would be able to catch up on some sleep tonight, and tomorrow was Saturday, so at least he could get a lie in. A whole weekend apart might calm Abby down and let him get the space he desperately needed.

She opened the cab door and slid inside the car. The cab driver turned around and looked her up and down, raising his eyebrow in confusion. Abby, being used to this sort of reaction, wondered whether he would actually say anything about her appearance, the rude ones did. However, this particular time, the driver simply turned back around, shook his head and asked her where she wanted to go. After she responded and gave him a few extra directions, she leaned back in the seat. As much as she wished they wouldn't, her thoughts quickly turned to Tim. If only he hadn't refused her today, then they could have just stayed in the same old routine and all these feelings inside her wouldn't have been an issue. She hated having to address something like this within herself. Tim had been in her thoughts all day and she wished she could think of a way to get him out. If she was honest with herself, she didn't feel like going out tonight, she felt like brooding alone in her apartment. The feelings that had been awakened within her today were causing her to question so much about her life. Big things, important things, things that she wanted to avoid and ignore until they went away. Yet, she felt that if she did not challenge herself over this, she would lose everything. Her face contorted in surprise, and all at once, she knew what she had to do.

For a moment he thought he must have been dreaming, when he was woken by a familiar voice,

"You know, you should really lock your door McGee…" said the voice.

"Uhh…usually…before I go to bed…it was just…Abby?" He babbled, trying to focus on her.

Blinking at her from across the room, he watched as she just stood there. She didn't take a seat, she didn't say a word, she just stood there looking at him. He heaved himself upright on the couch and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He was tired and in no mood for any of her games.

"Abs, what are you doing here?" He eventually asked, sounding irritated.

She didn't reply.

"Look Abs, it's not that I don't want you here, it's just that I think we could use some space." He added.

Still she said nothing. McGee sighed, rubbed his eyes and stood up. There was nothing else for it, he was going to have to go over there and talk to her. A quick thought flashed through his head, he wondered if she was ok. Maybe something bad had happened to her tonight? Cautiously, he walked towards her.

"Abs… Abby…are you ok? You're not hurt, are you?" He probed, now within a few feet of her.

"Not one step closer McGee." She suddenly said.

Her eyes were fixed on him intently. He didn't know where else to look. If he was honest, she was beginning to scare him. Frozen on the spot, McGee raised his arms in surrender and waited for her to carry on.

"What happened to your face?" she asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said, touching it instinctively, "just one of the Petty Officers we arrested, he didn't take it very well."

She slowly walked towards him. He watched her move, he watched as her hips swayed back and forth, exaggerating her sumptuous figure. The look on her face, so provocative. Soon she was within inches of him, and her hand reached up and softly stroked his swollen cheek. He placed his hand over hers.

"I can't take this Abby." He whispered, casting his eyes away from hers.

She didn't reply, instead she draped her arm around his neck, slowly stroking it with her fingers. He couldn't help but respond by wrapping his arm around her waist, his hand settling in the small of her back. One last time, he told himself. Maybe he could handle one last time? He couldn't resist; her beautiful eyes staring up at him, imploring him to kiss her, her body, warm, lithe and unique. For now, all his thoughts of space and time apart had disappeared. He wanted her so badly. So, when she leaned in and brushed her lips softly against his; he had no choice.

At first he didn't kiss her back, he stood there motionless. Abby kissed him harder and he finally began to respond, slowly at first, but with a growing enthusiasm. She could tell he had missed this as much as she had. Their passion for each other had always remained constant, it had never faded, and it was one thing they could always rely on. Still kissing him deeply, she reached for his shirt buttons and began undoing them. She wanted him so badly. So when he broke the kiss, she pouted. He looked hard into her eyes, not needing to say a word. She knew what he wanted to say, she knew the response he needed. She wasn't ready to give it to him, so she did the next best thing. She caressed his bare chest and said;

"Can I stay for breakfast?"