A/N: So you know, these aren't necessarily going to be in chronological order. This one just occurred to me, not sure if I like it but I hope you do. F.
McGee watched in amusement as Abby paced around the apartment. Technically it was his apartment, but as Abby hadn't visited hers in months- she'd even started getting her mail forwarded- he'd started mentally referring to it as their apartment.
Abby's adoption of his apartment was currently the cause of her pacing.
"Abby, it's only one night" he pointed out.
"But I haven't been there in months, Tim. It's going to be all dusty, there's no food..." She flopped down on the couch next to him. "And I can't remember if I cleaned out the refrigerator" she admitted.
He bit back a laugh. "Abs, you knew something like this was going to happen eventually." She gave him a glare, eyes narrowed. "Look, we'll go over there now and I'll help you clean up, ok?"
Reluctantly she capitulated, allowing him to haul her to her feet, and set about gathering cleaning supplies.
...
Abby curled her lip in distaste as she opened her front door. The air wafting out smelled stale and old. Sighing, she entered what used to be one of her favourite places- after her lab, of course- and opened up all the windows. She turned to find Tim surveying her kitchen. There was a layer of dust on every surface, and the refrigerator was ominously silent. She carefully opened the door, almost afraid to look inside in case she hadn't cleaned it out. She hadn't but it was close to empty. The only thing left was a block of cheese that now resembled a mould farm. She picked it out and threw it into one of the waiting trash bags, pulling the shelf out to be cleaned.
McGee had elected to begin at the other end of the apartment. She could hear him moving around and the occasional muffled curse. She grinned, reflecting that she was lucky. Not many women had a boyfriend that would willingly come over and clean after work.
...
Hours of cleaning and one rushed grocery shopping trip later, they flopped exhaustedly onto her couch.
"Remind me again why we had to do this" she groaned.
"Because you're a good friend" he told her. He got up off the couch and held out a hand to pull her up after him.
Allowing him to tug her towards the door, she commented "Next time Ziva needs a place to stay, I say we just tell her the truth."