McGee: Abby has her own code…
McAbby ahead.
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"There is no such thing as too nice McGee…" She shot back. "Plus, it's nice to be nice, to the nice."
"But Lee was not nice."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to speak ill of the dead Timmy?"
He quickly felt a twinge of remorse. "I didn't mean she wasn't nice all the time. I'm just saying…I thought you had a code."
"I do." Abby stated in her own defense. "I can be mean when I need to be. I made her stand in the door way didn't I?"
"For all of five seconds."
"Yeah? Well from what I hear you weren't exactly hush hush on what you found out." She shot back, a bit saddened by the subject of their conversation.
Tim bit his lip. "I guess I did feel a little sorry for her."
She punched his shoulder. "See? You have a code too."
"Oh really. And what is that?"
She placed a hand on each side of his cheeks. "You're sympathetic without over doing it and only trust those who prove their trust in return."
"So how did you prove your trust to me?"
She wasn't expecting the question, but answered whole heartedly. "By being nice."
Tim managed a smile. "You're nice to everyone."
"That's not true; I once tripped this kid for messing up my hop scotch in the fourth grade..."
Tim stifled a laugh. "You once tripped Tony for…" It was then Tim realized exactly when she'd earned his trust.
"For super gluing your pants to your chair…" She finished for him, and couldn't help but smile as she reminisced.
Tim couldn't help but smile either. "That was pretty funny."
She agreed. "So you see, I'm not nice to everyone, all the time."
"My mistake." He continued to smile then continued in an awkward whisper. "So just how nice are you going to be to me later?"
She winked playfully. "Let's just say, I won't trip you…"