The Next Bit...Another Chapter.

So, because I am a bastard, after the few months in which I haven't done anything, I had forgotten what this actually was about, isn't that funny?? Ha? Not even a little bit?? Oh well I suppose it was worth a try...

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McGEE'S BEDROOM, THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY...

Abby pulled on the corners of McGee's shirt, the fabric falling effortlessly off his newly slender form. He was on full display to her now, his eyes gleaming with obvious lust and wanting, his chest rising and falling in a hurry, trying to keep up with his heart rate.

'My turn,' Abby said, wrapping her legs around McGee's waist and flipping them over so she was on top. 'Then Amy took in charge,' she whispered with an evil looking grin. 'She slid down McGreggor's body, and kissed him and stroked the smooth and WOW! McGee! You have been working on these pecs haven't you?'

McGee made an encouraging noise from the back of his neck, and propped himself up on his elbows, wanting to see what Abby had in mind for him. She had already mapped out what she had just described, and McGee now had plenty of inspiration to ponder over, but like he was going to tell Abby.

'Hmm, they look rock hard, said Amy, kissing down to above his waist line. Wow, McGee you have no idea how much your new muscles are turning me on right now,' Abby said, sitting up on his chest.

'Oh really? My work out regime is turning you on is it? Well if that is what you want, then hot is what you are going to get,' he said, flipping them over, again.

McGee's fingers ghosted over Abby's hips then his hands made their way down just above her clit, where she wanted to be touched, so badly. He continued kissing her lips until they were red and sore looking.

'McGee,' Abby whimpered, trying to urge his fingers lower, as at the moment they were just massaging right above where she wanted.

'Did you just beg me to touch you, Amy?' McGee said, his fingers coming dangerously close to where she needed him.

'Maybe,' Abby sad looking up at him innocently, but McGee wasn't buying it. 'Ok, ok I admit it I was begging. Please McGee I need you, now,' she said, her finger winding his hair around in little tufts and rolling her hips against his.

'Hmm, I believe you then,' McGee said, kissing down her neck, his voice muffled slightly by her skin. But on his way down to where his fingers were, his lips brushed over one of her tattoos and he remembered something he always wanted to do.

'But first, I'm going to count all your tattoos,' McGee said, inching his way back up to her spider tattoo on her neck. 'Number one,' he said, his teeth grazing over her skin, giving her goosbumps.

When he had successfully explored her body, counting as many tattoos as he could find, eh bought his lips back to Abby's their mouths moulding together perfectly.

'I counted all of them. You have-' but he was cut off.

TIMMY, ANSWER YOU PHONE. TIM! PICK IT UP! McGee groaned, not wanting to pick up the phone, and Sarah's voice as the call tone was a complete turn off.

'Cute,' Abby said, as she picked up McGee's iPhone that was sitting on the bedside table. 'Abby Scutio, NCIS Forensic Specialist Agent Person, this is Tim McGee's phone!' she chirped through the phone.

'Abs, what are you doing with McGee's phone?' Gibbs' voice came crackling through the speakers.

'Well, I'm at his house now actually, we just-'

'Don't wanna know the details Abs. I want McGee at his desk in twenty minutes, or I will come over and find him. Understood?'

'Yessir!' Abby yelled through the phone.

'Don't call me sir,' Gibbs told her, again.

'Yes mam then!' she said hanging up. 'Timmy? Are you still alive?' Abby asked leaning over his half naked frame, his face planted in his pillow, groaning softly.

'No.' He replied. 'I hate it when we get interrupted, I wasn't finished having my fun,' McGee told her, rolling over to lay under her again.

'There is always next time Timmy,' Abby said in a weak attempt to cheer him up, playing with little tufts of hair that were hanging over his brow.

'To work I go then,' he said, standing up and heading for a cold shower.

##

After three cold showers between them, Tony, McGee and Ziva were all seated at their desks wondering what was going to happen next. Abby was fetching them all coffees because she was going to wait for McGee. Ziva and Tony were attempting to avoid and form of contact, even eye contact.

Finally, after they had waited for almost an hour, not sharing a word between them, Gibbs fronted, giving Tony a slap for going to sleep and McGee a whack for taking notes for his next novel at work.

'Ok, work time. As a fully NCIS new team, the rules say that you all have to finish a physical test,' Gibbs finished setting his coffee down for one second, to bend down and gently shake Ziva and Abby awake after falling asleep on each other.

McGee and Tony shared a look of disbelief, wondering if they were going to receive the extra special Gibbs loving. At that very moment, Gibbs turned and glared at them both. Or not, they both thought at the same time.

'That means you Ziva. You will be grappling with Abby while DiNozzo, and McGee grade you on stamina, technique and some other stuff that is on the papers. I'm going home and I'm going to sleep so don't try to call me. Or another phone is going in varnish remover. 'Night,' he called over his shoulder, shrugging his coat on and smiling through his coffee.

I damn hope this plan works, he thought as he slid into a company car he had borrowed.

##

McGee and Tony sat at the edges of the mat, having taken off their shoes, and grumpily snatching a clip board each to take notes with.

They both stared in disbelief when Ziva and Abby appeared in tiny exercising shorts that showed the curve of their asses, and mini crop tops leaving not much to the imagination.

'Yay! Look at me! I get to be a part of your team thingy,' Abby said, stretching, or copying Ziva as she stretched.

'So what do we have to do?' Ziva said, jumping up and down, trying to shake off the cold and warming up her neck.

'Well, it says here that you get five minutes on the timer to spar with someone, so this isn't boxing, please don't hurt each other. And yeah, we gotta grade you on your stamina and such,' McGee said not once looking up from his clipboard. Seeing Abby in those tiny little clothes, with all of her tattoos on show, turned him on. He remembered kissing and running his hands across her smooth skin and he could recall each tattoo he counted.

McGee shifted in his plastic gym chair, and shuffled his way back down to the bottom, trying to conceal his growing hard-on as much as he could.

'Yeah what he said,' Tony clarified, drinking in Ziva's radiance. 'Ok your five minutes starts, NOW!' he yelled.

Ziva pounced on Abby, but she was expecting it, and jumped out of the way. Ziva rolled to the side, and caught Abby's foot, almost tripping her. But Abby turned around and caught Ziva on the leg as she swung her arm.

'Oh my God! Ziva are you ok!?' Abby said, rushing over to her friend, worried she had bruised her.

'No, Abby I am fine. You have to concentrate, or I could knock you over,' Ziva warned, dangerously grinning at Abby, both of them wanting to tease the boys.

Tony was reciting all fifty-two states, and pretending to watch the match. McGee was thinking about things that were a complete turn off. Thankfully, he remembered Palmer telling him something about dance, and McGee's mind went straight to Palmer in a red leotard.

'Two-fifty minutes left girls, give it all you got,' he said, concentrating now on the match as Ziva picked Abby up in a fireman's lift and tossing her over her shoulder.

'Hehe, hey probie. Probie!' he yelled into McGee's ear, his attention now on Ducky in Speedo swimmers. McGee shuddered, and let a out a deep breath, not remembering when he last took a breath.

'What Tony?' he asked roughly.

'Jeez, no need to get snappy, I got woken up too. I was just going to tell you that mine is kicking yours' ass. You might wanna help or call this off, we can pretend to have done it while watching. Because both of us know we are supposed to be getting laid now, or going down on our girlfriends,' Tony said, looking into the distance.

'So true well said,' McGee said.

'Ok so we are going to lie and say we did it, as in we watched the whole match,' Tony asked, wary of his own plan.

'Yep, the sooner we do that the sooner we get laid, the sooner they are, happy,' McGee said.

But when the turned around, Ziva was sitting on Abby's chest. Both of them took in a large amount of air to stop them from groaning, or worst. Spontaneously combusting. Tony could almost see the new lingerie he bought her if he turned his head onto the left a little.

McGee was thinking about Abby sitting on him like that, her smooth soft skin. It was something that he never wanted to forget touching.

'Hokay, lets go girls,' Tony said, helping Ziva get off Abby.

'How did I do Timmy?' Abby asked in her usual bubbly tone.

'I think you went so well, that we all deserve sex now,' McGee pointed out to his fellow agents as his arms snaked around Abby's waist.

'Good idea. And what? Finish the evaluation later?' Ziva asked.

'Well yes,' Tony said. 'It was my idea actually,' he said turning to McGee for back up. 'Wasn't it probie?' But when they looked for Abby and McGee, they saw them kissing each other passionately going up the elevator.

'Oh well then,' Tony said to Ziva and followed McGee's idea. He wrapped his arms around Ziva and pulled her close to him as they rode up the elevator.

But when Tony and Ziva got to the bull-pen, McGee and Abby were arguing about something that was on the computers.

'What did you guys get? A computer virus?? Are we going to sick?' Tony asked mockingly.

'No,' Abby answered. 'Even worse. Gibbs is making us stay here, it says so in the email,' Abby justified.

'This is the worst mornings of my life. Not being able to touch you when I wanted to and not being able to be in private when we want,' Ziva whispered in Tony's ear, standing on tip toes to reach his ear.

'Me too,' Tony replied, and slumped against his desk chair where he fell. Ziva came and crawled on top of him, Abby and McGee spooning in his corner of the bull-pen.

They all slept for a while, then people started to come into the building, occasionally making enough noise to wake one of them up.

Finally they all rose, stiff and sore, McGee turned on from Abby's arse only inches away from him the entire night. Tony was turned on because sub-conciously Ziva had been rocking her hips slightly and had also been tracing addictively soft and feathery patterns on the back of his hand.

OK GO ME! NOT EVEN JOKING THAT TOOK ME ONLY LIKE 40 MINUTES TO WRITE!! ITS NOW 1:25AM ON TUESDAY MORNING (AUSTRALIA est) AND I AM TIRED *YAWN* I AM GOING TO BED, REVIEW IF YOU WANT IM TOO TIRED TO CARE...