He went over to Abby.
"We have another problem" he announced. "Tony knows"
Her eyes widened a little. "How did Tony find out?"
"Um, well, I may have sent him a message" he admitted "I didn't realise I'd done it until I picked up my phone. That's who called."
"McGee!"
He reflected that he was getting sick of hearing that same accusatory note in her voice. This was not all his fault.
"Look, I'm sorry Abs. I wish I hadn't sent him the message. But I'm not the only one that did stupid things last night. Whose idea was it to get married anyway?" he pointed out.
Stung, she responded. "It was your idea to come here in the first place!"
He raised an eyebrow. "My idea?"
She nodded, cocking her head to one side slightly as she tried to recall the elusive memory.
"We were talking about places we'd never been... You were saying that you'd always wanted to see Vegas. You said we should just go to the airport and get on the first flight to Vegas..."
He nodded
"You said we were too drunk, they'd never let us on board" he said slowly as he remembered
"Come on Abs, come with me. We'll stay in one of the casinos on the Strip"
She shook her head, laughing. "Like they're gonna let us on a plane, Timmy. We're drunk!"
"Wanna bet?" The recklessness he felt had gotten stronger with every shot. He was daring her now.
"You're on"
He left some money on the bar and grabbed her hand, dragging her outside and hailing a cab
"So I guess we know how we got here, then" he told her. He sighed. "I'm really sorry Abby; this is my fault. I shouldn't have let Tony get to me like that"
As the alcoholic haze lifted, he was remembering more and more details of the night before, though there were still massive gaps in his recollections. He hoped she'd be able to fill in some of the holes.
"What else do you remember?" she asked, curious.
"Tony said I never act on impulse" he started. He saw by her nod that she remembered that too, so he continued "I was sitting there with Ziva, Tony and you, thinking he was right, and all of a sudden I just wanted to prove him wrong..."
"You ordered tequila" she supplied "We were doing shots together. Which is weird, because you never do shots"
"That's when things get a little hazy" he admitted. "We ended up here in Vegas, but I really don't remember much between landing at the airport and waking up this morning"
"Other than getting married"
"Other than that, yeah" he agreed. "What are we going to do about that, Abs? We can't stay married" he pointed out.
"I guess we talk to a lawyer. But that'll have to wait until Monday. In the meantime, we probably should try and get home" she suggested.
Nodding, he unlocked his cell and started searching for flights back to Washington.
...
She watched as Tim concentrated on his phone, the furrows of his brow getting deeper as he searched. Finally he looked up
"There's no direct flight until tomorrow morning" he informed her. "Every flight that's not full has at least a two hour layover. That's a minimum 7 hour flight"
Abby grimaced; being stuck on a plane for that long with a hangover sounded like a terrible idea.
"So what do we do?" she asked.
"Well, either we spend half the night getting home, or we stay here tonight and fly home tomorrow"
The idea of spending a more sober night in Vegas sounding too tempting to resist, especially with Tim. As hinky as the morning had been, he was still her best friend.
"Fly home tomorrow" they said in unison.