A/N: I found McGee really hard to write so sorry. I had a great trip yesterday if you were interested. I walked into a chemistry lab and there was a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch on the board an I had a fangirling moment! If you guys have tumblr then please follow my blog (I have about 5 followers), my name is " mylittleshipocean "

State the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me

McGee sat solemnly at his lonely desk in the corner of the bullpen, he looked left … nop there was no Tony, he looked ahead of him … again no Gibbs, and then he looked once more, this time diagonally left of him … no Ziva. He was all alone in the vibrant orange squadroom. Surreptitiously he slid his top raw open. On the surface of all the clutter rested a glossy old picture. It was not old as in from a long time ago, say, over 3 decades for example. No. It was no more that a third of that time period old, but it depicted long forgotten times, almost as if it captured another world, or perhaps even another dimension. In fact it was probably the latter: a different reality.

That's fine you won't mind if I say
By the way...

I hate that stupid old pick up truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying

Tenderly and gently he stroked the familiar image with his pale thumb, he reminisced of his past frolickings, of 10 years ago. Today was the day, he did not know the exact date but her could feel it. A decade to the day. After this long maybe it was time to move on. Sure he had tried before, but this time if he tried, if he really, really tried, then maybe, just maybe he could finally break free from his unrelenting heartbreak.

So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
Just another picture to burn!

Once more he smoothed the slightly creased edges of the dearly treasured picture, quietly offering it one final last loving smile by way of tender goodbye he painfully scrunched it in his sweating palm and tossed it carelessly into his plastic nearby bin. The extraordinary memory of the deviously enchanting black haired girl's joyously beaming face still searingly burned into his memory. Not for long, he though to himself as the quiescence washed over him, not for long.

So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine I'll tell mine that you're gay!

Tony was being nosy again. He was in his late 30s / early 40s, he should know by now that going through peoples belongings was disrespectful, and their bins? That was borderline stalkerish. Sifting through all the rubbish that was McGee's bin's contents he came across a scrumpled up piece of paper that he was sure was not his own. Intrigued he gingerly uncurled the artifact, mindful not to tear it. His brow furrowed as he looked at the sliced up bit of tree, for it was not case notes or writing, oh no, it was a photograph. The girl in the image was instantly recognizable, for she was like younger sister to him ...

... Abby!

A/N: So sorry about the length again and all the made up words (I can't help it!)