A/N: I am amazed at the overwhelming response of this story so far. I have never had so many people at once begging for me to update.
Disclaimer: Uh…running out of ways to say this…but you get the point.
Chapter 5- Sleeping
McGee, having heard the news, forgot about everything but Abby. He rushed into the hospital, determined to be the first one to see her. He found her in the first room he walked into. There she was, fast asleep on the bed. All those worried lines she wore throughout the day had vanished in sleep. Her black hair was no longer in pigtails, but gently flowed down to her shoulders. McGee examined Abby's face. Her customary make-up had been removed, revealing her natural beauty. What he loved most about hr, though, was all that hair. He could brush his hand through it all day long. He sat down in a chair and dragged it toward the bed to get a better look. Even up close, she was a thing of beauty. He didn't know why she relied on eye liner and foundation to hide who she really was. He started to reach for her hand, but had to restrain himself. No. She was his no longer. Which should make him happy, right? Somehow, he felt he should hold her hand anyway, to play the role of the concerned friend. So, he gently took her hand in his, trying not to think about the last time he had touched her and what it had resulted in. Her hand was warm, but not too warm. It felt nice, anyway. He leaned forward, scrutinizing Abby's face. Was that a smile? Did she like him holding her hand? He leaned further, nearly losing his balance. Suddenly, his lips were on hers with more boldness than we would've had if she were awake. He just shut his eyes and went with the moment. When he pulled back, her eyes were open. Oh, crap. Back to reality. He yanked his hand back and hurriedly stood up.
"McGee? What are you doing here?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. McGee did the logical, intelligent thing. He ran out of the room, nearly tripping over his own feet in his panic. No, no, no! He blindly ran out into the rain, ignoring whoever looked at him funny. I can't, I can't I can't! Never again!
A/N: That was kind of a filler, but I like the McAbby moment there!
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Abby was entirely confused. She had the strangest dream…something about McGee…she sighed and shook her head. It was probably nothing. What was he doing so close to her face anyway? It was almost as if he was-
"Abby? What did you do to poor McGee?" Ziva said, interrupting her thoughts. She shrugged, sitting up to get a better view of her surroundings.
"Who knows?" she mumbled. "I was asleep most of the time he was in here anyway. It's not like I provided any entertainment for him, anyway,"
A/N: Hehehe the irony of THAT statement…sorry for the shortness of this chapter. They can't ALL be super long.