Tim woke up the next morning to the sound of his alarm buzzing. He reached over and turned it off, then opened his eyes. He looked over to his right, where Abby was lying beside him, sound asleep.

They had fallen asleep after talking halfway through the night… Yes, just talking. They had decided that they wanted this to be completely different from the relationship they had before. No rushing into things… That sounded kind of crazy, seeing that they've known each other for eight years, but it felt right to them.

So, they sat on the bed and talked. They held hands and talked about how jealous they'd get when the other had a date, and how badly they wanted to intervene and not let the date happen. They talked about how happy they always were when the other one was around. Tim confessed to coming down to the lab to work when it wasn't necessary at all, and Abby confessed that she knew that already. They both wondered why it took so long to tell each other how they felt. Now that they were together, it seemed so right. And so easy. Like that's how it should have been all along.

Tim placed a hand on Abby's face, softly rubbing his thumb over her cheek, "Abby," He whispered, "Abbs."

Her face scrunched, "Hmm?"

"We gotta get up. We have to get ready for work."

"Cozy," She mumbled.

Tim smiled, "I know. I'm cozy too. But, if we're both late, Gibbs'll send someone to check on us, or he'll come himself… Do you really want to explain to him why we're both at my place, and both late for work?"

She groaned and opened her eyes, looking straight into his, "I guess not."

Tim smiled and intertwined his hand with Abby's, "I love you, Abbs."

"I love you, too, Timmy."

They got into their separate cars and headed to work. Abby left five minutes before Tim so no one would have reason to be suspicious… However, Abby didn't have time to go home, so she had to wear the same clothes that she had worked in the day before.

"Gear up! We've got another body," Gibbs said as he entered the bullpen, a cup of coffee in hand.

Tim sighed, "We should have gotten this guy already."

"We would have," Tony replied, "If three wives from hell wouldn't have kidnapped you and Abbs."

They all had their gear now and were headed to the elevator, "Well, we should have gotten him before the wives felt they needed to go to such drastic measures to get our attention."

Tony sighed, "Gibbs said you'd take up for them."

The elevator doors opened and they all got inside.

"I'm not taking up for them, Tony. What they did was wrong, but they're in pain. Their husbands are gone forever, and all they see are agents who can't find the whoever killed them. They have a reason to be angry."

"That does not make what they did, right," Ziva replied.

"I know that."

They reached the main floor and headed to the car.

"Wouldn't you be angry if someone you loved was killed, then no one could give you any answers, and the man who killed that person was still free?" Tim asked.

Ziva took a deep breath, "Of course, Tim, but that does not mean that every time it takes longer to find a murderer, an agent should be kidnapped."

They reached the car and Tony and Ziva got into the back.

Tim was about to open the passenger side door when Gibbs grabbed his arm.

"McGee."

"Yeah, Boss?"

"I understand where you're coming from, but those women almost killed you and Abby. This wasn't just to test the team. They were willing to let you both die, without any regrets. Think about that, okay?"

Tim nodded, "Okay, Boss."

"Knock knock," Tim said with a smile as he entered Abby's lab.

She turned around from her computer, a big smile on her face as well, "Hi Timmy," She saw a few bags in his hands, "What do you got for me?"

He held up one bag, "Bag number one: Victim's clothes." He sat that one down on her table and held up the second bag, "Number two: Some dirt we found in the back of the semi. And, number three: A hair found in the semi."

"I guess I'm gonna be busy," She said, walking over to the table.

"Not done. We also got about fifty fingerprints off of the semi," He added, holding up the bag filled with the tape they used to lift the fingerprints.

She sighed, "Very busy."

He smiled, "I could stay and help out."

"Are you offering because you want to help, or because you want to be with me?"

He moved in closer to her, "What do you think?"

Abby laughed, "We're really cheesy when we flirt, you know?"

"Yeah, vocalized flirting really isn't our thing."

"Nope." She picked up the bag of fingerprints and pressed it against Tim's chest, "Get to work."

He took the bag from her, "Yes ma'am."

"Where's McGoo?" Tony asked Ziva as they sat at their desks.

"The last time I saw him he was taking evidence down to Abby."

Tony looked at his watch, "That was five hours ago."

"He is probably working down there with her."

"For five hours straight? He doesn't do that unless there's some big computery thing going on… Maybe I should go down and check on them."

Ziva glared at him, "You mean spy."

He nodded and stood up, "Exactly."

Ziva sighed and rolled her eyes… at herself, for what she was about to do. She stood up and followed behind him.

"I knew you couldn't resist," Tony said with a smile.

"Oh shut up! Those two have always been close and they have now gone though a very traumatic experience together. It is only natural that they begin to show those feeling now… if that is even what they are doing."

"Uh huh. Admit it, you just wanna see if they're doin' it in the lab."

She punched his arm.

"Ow!"

"Shut up!"

Tony and Ziva could hear laughter coming from the lab.

"I never knew "doin' it" was so funny, Tony," Ziva whispered, a sly smile on her face.

Tony glare back at her, "Well, it is McGee, so…"

They waited a moment, then peaked their heads around the door. Abby and Tim were in the middle section of the lab, cleaning something off of the floor.

"What'd they do?" Tony asked curiously.

"How should I know? I am with you."

"Sh."

"You sh!"

Tim got up and helped Abby to her feet. They continued laughing and talking, but Tony and Ziva couldn't make out what they were saying.

Then, after a moment, the laughter stopped. They stared into each others eyes.

"I gotta get a picture of this," Tony felt in his pockets, "Crap! I forgot my phone!"

"Stop speaking!" Ziva said, slightly smiling at the cuteness of Abby and Tim about to kiss.

Tim leaned in and kissed Abby on the lips. It lasted about eight seconds, then they parted, said something else, smiled, and started back working.

Ziva looked over at Tony, a frazzled look on his face.

"What is it, Tony?"

"They're a… They're actually, kind of…"

"Cute, together?" Ziva finished for him.

"Yeah… This is gonna make joking him about it a whole lot tougher."

"So why do you not not joke him about it?"

"I said tough, Zee… not impossible."

Wow! Thank you all so much for all the reviews! I can not believe how many I got! I'm so glad you all liked the chapter :) I was nervous writing it because I knew you guys had been waiting so long for them to get together in this story... Thanks for calming my nerves :) You all are awesome possum!

The next chapter goes back a little bit to show things from Tim and Abby's POV... In other words, we find out what they spilled on the floor...