A/N: Whoa, I have never had a response like that to any other story I've posted. Thank you all so much for your alerts and reviews! My email account was working overtime.
This chapter is short, but I could not figure out a good way to take it to the next part without breaking it here. More tomorrow. F.
"Ok, this has gotta be a joke, right?" she continued
He sunk down onto the bed. The shock was clearing his head a little
"Unless... no, that's ridiculous" he thought out loud
"What?"
"Unless we're in Vegas"
"Vegas?"
"It makes a weird sort of sense, Abs. It's the only place in the country where you can get married without a waiting period, remember?"
"Don't you think we'd remember if we flew halfway across the country, McGee?" she countered
He shrugged a little
"Abby, I'm having trouble remembering anything from last night. You?" he asked pointedly. Surely she'd been just as drunk as he was
"Not really" she admitted
He got up, making sure the towel was securely hitched around his waist, looking for anything that would shed some light on what they'd done the night before. Tucked half way behind the cushions of the armchair next to the bed, he found it. An official looking piece of heavy grade paper. Pulling it out, his heart sank as he saw the inscription
"Uh, Abby, this isn't a joke"
He turned back to the bed and handed her the piece of paper.
"It's a marriage certificate. Issued by the Little White Wedding Chapel, Las Vegas"
She stared at him for a long moment, her face pale
"This is all your fault" she stated
"Hang on, how is this my fault? It was your idea!" He stopped, an odd look on his face. She closed her eyes as memory flooded back
"Hey Timmy, wanna do something really impulsive?"
"Sure Abs, like what?"
"Not sure..." she looked around, noticing the Little White Wedding Chapel across the street. "Ooh, gotta idea! Let's get married!" she exclaimed
"I dunno, Abs" Even through the alcohol he sounded doubtful
"Oh come on Timmy, it'll be fun". She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the chapel
"Oh crap" she whispered
"And I don't think that's all we did" he continued. She followed his gaze to the line of discarded clothes on the floor, leading to the bed.