A/N Sorry it's a couple of hours late (I usually update in the mornings before school but I overslept this morning so sorry for the delay) but here's chapter 9. It's nice and long to make up for the hideously short chapters I've been giving you. I've tried a new thing with this because... It's from Abby's POV! I'm not too sure if it works or not, or even if it sounds like Abby, a friend of mine assured me that it does, but I'm still not too sure so please let me know what you think. This is a direct continuation from chapter 5 and it's basically the rest of Abby and McGee's night (as you may have guess from the chapter title, it includes the next morning too ;D). So far, all the chapters (including the first half of this) have happened on the same day. Thanks to the people who review the last chapter I'm very grateful. I'm off school next week so I should get a little writing done and hopefully go back to my original plan of updating twice a week. Anywho, chapter time. Read & review please :) (People don't seem to like centred so centred is now gone)

Chapter 9- Breakfast at Timmy's

"So, tell me, tell me, tell me, what do we do now?" I said, leaning even further across the table towards him and looking even deeper into his eyes, oh wow, they're green today. They resembled the colour of copper acetoarsenite. Toxic. The opposite of Timmy. A perfect contrast. I could just feel myself getting lost in them already… God, Abby. Focus, c'mon this is about Tony and Ziva and how you're gunna get them together, it isn't about you getting back with Timmy. It's not about how you still love him.

"It's been, what, 6 years Abbs. If they've waited this long do you really think they're gunna do anything about it? They both love each other but they just don't know it." He said, kind of a look of defeat on his face and y'know I guess I kinda felt bad for him, I think Timmy felt a little bit responsible for not helping yet and really, I didn't know how we were supposed to do it.

And then it struck me, "So we have to find a way for them to realise it!"

"Exactly. I don't know if it'll work, but I think I have an idea."

"Oh what, what, what?" By this point, my mind was pretty much racing, I mean, what could we actually do to get them together without being totally obvious about it?

"I'm not really sure how to do this Abby, he said, looking down, I mean, getting people together, it isn't something I do every day… So I was thinking something simple, y'know? Something like a set up or something. What do you think?"

"No. No. Timmy you've got it all wrong," I said shaking my head, "I don't think we could do anything super obvious, cos that'd be stupid and it'd give away the fact that we both know that they love each other. But I'm totally stumped now, because y'know I really can't think of a way of letting them know without actually letting them know? Wait, that makes no sense…"

"No. Abbs I know what you mean. We have to get them together without them realising that's what we're doing. Or even that we're involved."

"THAT'S IT!" I shouted, almost jumping out my chair in excitement.

"What's it Abby?"

"I KNOW WHAT WE CAN DO TO GET THEM TOGETHER," I screeched and squealed in excitement.

"Okay, Abby that's awesome but will you please just sit down and stop shouting?" He said, looking a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"What?" I asked looking around to find several heads turned in mine and Timmy's direction, "Oh, sorry," I said, slowly and carefully shrinking back down into my seat.

I started humming absentmindedly to myself.

"Abby," Timmy said.

"What?" I asked, continuing to hum.

"The plan?" He said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Oh shit the plan, sorry," I leaned so close to him this time that our faces were almost touching.

I tilted my head to the side slightly, and began to tell him.

Two hours later we were still sat in the restaurant.

I couldn't even believe we'd been here so long.

After briefly discussing my new and totally awesome plan, we'd moved onto other things, y'know more general conversation.

It was the kind of talk you'd usually have when you were on a date.

But, as much as I wished that we were on a date, we weren't.

We were so engrossed in some stupid conversation about the case we were all on right now.

We were talking about who'd done it.

"As far as I'm concerned it has GOT to be the husband," I shouted, laughing.

"No way!" He shouted, "It can't be him."

"It's always the husband though!" I said, shaking my head.

"Not always," he said, smiling the most perfect smile I'd ever seen.

"Okay then, why wouldn't he have done it?" I asked him, propping my chin up in my hands.

"I don't know. I just think, after what Tony said about him. The way it affected him, y'know. The look it his eyes Tony was talking about," he looked down at his hands and shrugged.

I took my hands out from under my chin and took his.

"It's okay y'know Timmy. Besides, I know it doesn't happen much, but, I don't know, maybe you're right," I said, squeezing his hands tightly.

He laughed.

"Why are you laughing at me?" I demanded, frowning at him.

"I'm not laughing at you!" He said, grinning, "Yeah you are."

"I'm just laughing at the fact you think you're barely ever wrong," he continued to grin, cockily at me.

"I'm not!" I shouted, my mouth wide open in shock at him, but trying not to smile at the same time.

"With science maybe," he said, more seriously now, "but not always with other things."

I frowned at him.

"Hey, don't get annoyed at me," he said, it was his time to squeeze my hands.

"I'm not. I just don't like hearing that you think I'm wrong," I said, continuing to frown.

"Okay then, you're only ever occasionally wrong. Happy?" He said, raising his eyebrows at me questioningly.

"I guess," I said, slouching in my seat slightly.

"Abbs," he said, dragging out each letter.

"Okay, it's great," I said, sitting back up properly and smiling again.

Out the corner of my eye I could see the tall, slender waitress walk up to our table and stand a few feet away, shifting awkwardly between her feet.

I looked up at her expectantly.

"I'm really sorry, but it's getting late, we're supposed to be closing up," She rolled up her sleeve and looked at her watch. "Actually we were supposed to close up over a half hour ago," She said looking slightly sheepish.

"Oh my gosh, we're sorry," I said, letting go of his hands and reaching behind me to get my jacket.

I put it on and stood up.

Timmy did the same and as we headed out he reached for my hand again.

My stomach felt as though it had literally erupted in butterflies at this new level of contact.

I hadn't held hands with him in so long.

It felt like a hidden sign.

We headed out to the car in silence.

I didn't really want to talk.

This whole moment just felt too perfect to ruin with words.

When we got the car, Timmy reached towards the passenger side window, but my hand beat his to it.

He looked up at me, and just for a second, I saw a glimpse of something in his eyes, something he was trying to hide.

"Abby," he began, hesitantly.

I moved closer towards him and touched a forefinger to his lips.

I slowly shook my head at him, my eyes giving my intentions away more than I would have liked them to.

His lips were so close to mine.

Acting completely upon impulse, and the growing desire I'd had for him all night, I took my finger from his lips and gently traced it along his well-structured jawline, slowly reaching my hand around to the base of his neck.

My subsequent actions spoke for themselves, and my need for him to be silent.

I gently tilted his head down to my level and carefully placed my lips upon his.

No matter how careful and gentle I was my entire body felt as though the nerve endings in it were exploding.

And no matter how slow I tried to be, within a matter of seconds it had escalated from an innocent kiss into something so much more.

I'd forgotten how much of a good kisser he was.

My body curved inwardly to match the shape of his.

A few seconds later and I realised that there was no way I was going to be sleeping alone tonight.

McGee detached himself from my lips, and I whimpered slightly at the loss of contact between us.

"Abby, we can't do this," he said, looking down as though it was painful for him to say it.

"We can do whatever we want," I whispered back at him, pulling his lips back to mine.

At least this time he didn't pull away.

We stood there kissing for several minutes, and with every second that passed the need and the desire inside me for him increased.

I could tell he felt the same aswell.

With each passing minute, the kiss grew more intense and passionate.

There was no way either of us were getting out of this tonight.

Carefully, though it pained me to do so, I pulled away.

The only reason I let him go was for hope that he would agree to my next question and the contact I hoped for later would make up for it.

"Mind if I stay at your place tonight?" I asked him, breathing heavily.

He didn't respond with words, instead he quickly opened up the passenger door to let me in and raced round the other side.

He wrenched his door open and thrust the keys into the ignition, not bothering with his seatbelt before speeding off out of the parking lot.

I'd never seen McGee drive so recklessly before.

Then again, if I was in his position, I probably would've done the same, if not a thousand times worse.

A car journey that should have taken twenty minutes took us less than five.

Granted the roads were almost empty, given it was almost midnight.

Personally, I put it mostly down to McGee's driving.

He drove as though we were driving a stolen car.

God forbid the size of the fine we would've gotten if the cops would've seen us.

We both ripped our doors open the second McGee got into the parking lot of his apartment and, stupidly, raced up the stairs.

When we reached the door to his apartment, I attacked McGee's face and neck with kisses.

He attempted to find his keys and, once he did, he fumbled trying to open the door, seeing as he was slightly distracted.

Once the door was open, we practically fell over each other as we stumbled inside.

McGee took a couple of steps backwards and dragged me with him, slamming the door shut, and closing us off into our own, blissful world.

Away from everybody else out there.

I woke up early the next morning, which wasn't surprising as that happened most mornings.

I rolled over onto my other side, to check my clock and see what time it was.

On my way over, I encountered a large, warm body and almost died from the shock of it.

Slowly, I began to remember the night before and its events.

Several of the memories almost made me want to blush.

Hey, I didn't. Trust me it takes A LOT to make a Sciuto blush.

I tried to get my bearings and remember where McGee had his clock.

I realised I'd been turning the wrong way.

I rolled back over onto my side and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table.

It told me that it was 6 a.m.

As much as it pained me to get up I did so.

I swung my legs around to the harsh cold of the pale wooden flooring.

I stood up cautiously, to ensure I didn't get dizzy.

I slowly and silently padded out into the living room and through into the kitchen, to start on an awesome breakfast.

Gibbs wanted all of us in early this morning.

If I was a little late, he wouldn't mind, but with McGee, Gibbs wasn't always so forgiving.

And after last night, Timmy totally deserved it,

After rifling through the relatively empty cupboards, I settled on pancakes and bacon.

Timmy likes bacon, right?

As I cooked, I took some time to mull over last night's events and at least attempt to figure them out before I had to confront Timmy.

It's pretty simple really.

I love him.

Obviously he feels something towards me too, or he wouldn't have slept with me, right?

I just feel like I'm full of questions.

And then, something kind of occurred to me.

I hadn't realised that everything I'd been missing, everything I'd been trying to find for the past 8 years, had been literally right under my nose the entire time.

So if Timmy does like me, what else is there for me to do?

Who am I kidding, why would he ever love me?

The smell wafting out of the kitchen must've woken him up because, a couple of minutes later, McGee also emerged from the bedroom looking pretty tired.

"Morning, sleepy-head," I said to him grinning.

"Hey," he said playfully hitting my arm.

He peered over towards the pan to see what I was cooking.

"Pancakes?" He asked curiously.

"And bacon," I smiled up at him.

"I didn't know you could cook," he said, sounding surprised.

"Oh, I can't. But I can cook bacon, and hey, pancakes aren't that hard, right?"

"Well I can't make them…"

"Oh yes, coming from a domestic goddess, that is," I said grinning widely.

"Oh ha ha very funny," he responded sarcastically.

"I should get home so I can get ready, I can't be turning up at work wearing the same things as yesterday now, can I," I said, winking at him.

"Okay, you mind driving me in too?"

"Huh?"

"My cars still at the office Abbs," he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, shit, yeah sorry, of course. Well," I said, "eat up, I'll be back in a half hour to get you, be ready, yeah?"

"Of course," he grinned at me.

I returned to his bedroom to pick up yesterday's clothing and quickly dressed.

I returned to the kitchen, and headed for the door.

"Half an hour Timmy," I shouted behind me, slamming the door shut.

I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I walked downstairs and out to my car.