A/N I'm sorry it's been so long since I last uploaded, after me saying, I won't wait ages to upload, I have. I've been so busy with things recently, and I've got resits and coursework and stuff so I'm like crazy busy right now, but *fingers crossed* December may be a bit easier for me, but we'll see. I'm not making any promises that I can't keep again (saying that I've just started 16, but it could be another month and a bit until that's up). Last time I updated was like the day of the season premiere, omg, that seems like forever ago, but yeah, I'm uploading now because I meant to yesterday, but my beta decided not to read the email with 15 in it when I sent it, so I've been pestering her to read it for the past hour... Sorry... Anywhooo, chapter 15, McGee, then Abby. (I did have McGee written a while ago, but it was too short, so I wrote Abby the other day to add on to it, in my French lesson, when I should have been preparing for my speaking test. If I fail, I'm just gunna be like, FANFICTION. IT'S FANFICTION'S FAULT. Suck on that France.)

Chapter 15- Consumed

McGee's POV

It had been almost a week since we'd agreed that it was about time Tony and Ziva got together.

A week since we'd settled on our plan.

A week since we'd began the never ending case.

But also a week since I'd bothered to think about any of it.

I'd been absorbed.

Consumed.

By a black haired, pig tailed goth.

And a beautiful one at that.

It had been years since we'd been together like this, but right now, it felt like it had never stopped.

Just like it used to be.

Except for one thing.

This time, nobody knew.

I don't know why we were keeping it quiet.

Okay, I did.

Gibbs.

And rule 12.

Last time, I wasn't working here. So I couldn't break it.

Now I do.

So now I can.

And of all people, it was Abby.

Abby is like Gibbs' daughter.

If I did even the slightest thing to hurt Abby- which, just to clear it up I NEVER would- Gibbs would fucking kill me!

But I've gotta be honest, I don't care.

It's Abby.

And I finally got her back.

I don't think I've ever been this happy.

Somebody told me once that the hard part of loving somebody isn't about loving them; it's about not letting them know that you do.

Now personally, I couldn't disagree more.

I think the hard part about loving someone is making yourself worthy one you've caught them.

If you catch them.

It was a Wednesday morning.

It was fucking early on a Wednesday morning.

But it had to be.

Cos I was at Abby's.

That was kind of how it'd been working for the past few days now.

Me at Abby's place or her at mine.

Up early the next morning to change and drive to work separately.

And, as far as I was concerned, it was working.

Well.

If anybody had noticed, they'd stayed blissfully oblivious.

So I got up, at 5 am on a Wednesday.

For once, I was shocked, because it was the first time all week that Abbs had slept through.

All the late nights were obviously catching up on her.

We'd been late at the office nearly every night trying to figure out this case, but not until.

After four nights with no leads, I think Gibbs had finally given up on keeping us hostage until 3 am and had let us leave at 11.

Still late, but better.

So I left her asleep with a note in the kitchen.

She didn't deserve to be woken up.

An hour and a half later, I was on my way to work.

I was attempting to think about the plan again.

If I was honest with myself, what we had so far was shit.

We needed something big, brilliant and extravagant.

Something that was worth all the time Tony and Ziva had wasted, all the things they'd been through together and something that was worth everything that the two of them deserved.

For two people, that's a lot to pull off.

Maybe if it was two of me, I'd say it was pretty much impossible.

But one of the two of us was Abby Sciuto.

That meant that we could pretty much do whatever the fuck we wanted.

Because of her.

Because of her brains.

Because of her brilliance.

And because she was pretty much perfect.

Abby's POV

I'd been so overwhelmed recently. My head was literally spinning with everything that I was supposed to be doing. First, there was that stupid case, for which, I might add, there was absolutely no competent physical evidence to help me in any way. No murder weapon. No fingerprints of anybody other than the Petty Officer and her husband. It wasn't suicide and Tony had assured me that it wasn't the husband.

I was so confused. This didn't happen to me. Ever. Not to mention the fact that I was completely deprived of Caf-Pow at the moment. I hadn't done anything of worth, nor had I found anything for days. So Gibbs hadn't been down to see me with a Caf-Pow like he usually does in every single case when I find something that helps us to find the criminal.

I was distracted, but I didn't know what by.

My mind was somewhere else. But I had no idea where.

All I knew is that I needed to figure out where, and fast. Preferably before I died of caffeine withdrawal and failure.

I hadn't been staying in work until the early hours of the morning or sleeping in Labby like usual. The latest I'd stayed all week was until 3 am, but usually we'd been out before the day was out. I'd been leaving and spending time with McGee, either at his apartment, or mine. We hadn't exactly clarified as to what exactly this thing that we're doing is, but I was happy with it all, and he seemed to be. All that I wasn't happy about was work. That was something that rarely happened, especially at NCIS. My family was here. You can't help but love your family. Maybe it was because I was spending too much time away from work and out of my usual pattern. Or maybe it was because I felt like I was missing out on something.

I don't know.

I needed caffeine.

It's the only thing left that can bring me back at this point.

I was processing the millionth set of fingerprints from the crime scene, something that I'd done constantly for the past few days, but usually they came out the same. Christina Chadwick- Milton, or James Milton.

As of yet, I'd had nothing else.

As of yet, this case had been shambles.

As of yet, I'd been failing miserably.

It was then that I heard the familiar beeping sound signalling that AFIS had matched the fingerprint.

And I had to admit, it really wasn't anything near to what I was expecting.

I didn't know this person, but I'm pretty sure the team did.

I nearly squealed at how happy I was at finally getting a break in this case.

It was total Abbyca-fucking-dabra

The never ending case.

The case to which I could finally see an ending.

A/N I'm off, to do some more writing, and procrastinate from English revision, cos I'm that good. Review please? :)