A/N: Slightly different style this one. At school today my friends Abi and Eliza were having a discussion about psychics and I just suddenly said "There's no such thing as psychics" neither of them understood, please say that some of you understand. Also Abi has decided to get me Mark Harmon for Christmas because I gave her (in her opinion) an amazing gift. It was Dean's necklace from Supernatural.

Abby trudged down the darkened road. She had no idea what time it was but it must have been late as there was barely anyone out. Her ipod was plugged in to her ears and music was playing softly, if that could be used to describe the music Abby listened to. As her favourite song ended, another one began to play, one she had not heard before. Pop was not really her style but a friend had suggested it to her so she had downloaded it, intending to check it out.

Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?

The words made her halt, like a marionette puppet, who's master had suddenly stopped tugging on the millimeter thick strings. Could that be how people saw her? She wondered. Tony of course but her? Abby knew she had treated some men badly in the past, but she had never thought of herself as a 'player', so to speak. That is of course, until now. Quickly, she headed homewards, where she then sat on her couch and thought. Letting the song play again in the background of her disbelief. Mistakes happen to even the best, she mentally assured herself, even Gibbs. Right?

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny, rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

She had always been reasonably good at reading people. Obviously, she did not have a Gibbs gut, but she could get by on it. McGee had been easy because of his sweet innocence, his heart was open and accessible. And she had taken advantage of his beautiful, treasured kindness and twisted it into a harsh, unforgiving terror. To make matters worse he had heard of her before, read one of her papers.

So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

At first, at the start of their budding relationship she had assumed it would be a casual, short-term fling, but as she had grown to know him and let him in more, she realized that might not be the case. It had terrified her and she had bolted, an agitated racehorse from its owner.

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name

Nasty scar? That sounded about right. Breathless? Yes that also, struggling to catch the vital elixir that supports life. A pen magically appeared in her hand, a scribbled on piece of paper lying on the table, his name scrawled a thousand times over and over. Abby cast her pen across the room in disgust, tears falling, hands trembling.

"I'm going mad" she whispered to herself, her breathe catching as she spoke.

Cherry lips, crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen
Find out what you want
Be that girl for a month
Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh no

McGee was going to be around for a long time, they worked in the same place for goodness sake. This was why Gibbs' rules were there, to protect from pain. As if they did not see enough in their line of work. It was so hard for her to go to the office and see him there, acting like nothing had ever happened.

Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I can make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing like
"Oh my God, who is she?"
I get drunk on jealousy
But you'll come back each time you leave
'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

"Kate?" she choked out "I … I think I need help"

Kate's voice came back to her, it did not take a detective to hear that she was worried "Abby, are you alright?"

"I think I'm going mad. Please Kate. I need you"

"I'm on my way" she hurried "Just keep calm for me, yes? And stay on the phone"

"Okay"

Boys only want love if it's torture
Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya
Boys only want love if it's torture
Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya

Abby could not say how wrong the song was. Torture was torture. There was no other way of putting it. Hell was hell. It was not right.

"Abby!" Kate knocked on the door.

"Kate"

She rushed to her side through the unlocked door "What's up?"

"I've done something terrible" Abby sobbed.

Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I can make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns

'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream