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Mcgee's Dilemmas By McAbbyGirl4Eva
Rated: Er PG-13? But theres no language or inappropriate content, I'll just say PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: Takes place after "Rule 51" McGee is upset about what happened while him and Abby were in Mexico, and after and Gibbs makes him talk. Sound boring? Don't worry I made it funnier than it sounds I promise!
Pairings: Abby/McGee (ah the humor of adorkable geeks)
NOTE: May contain spoilers! Also my first fanfic so don't make fun of my yet! As the great Anthony DiNozzo once said "Never kick a probie when their down!"
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McGee's Dilemmas:
He had to be out of his mind. He just couldn't understand what made him do it! Here he was looking like an idiot at Gibbs' front door one hand on the handle. He prayed suddenly that Gibbs had not decided to finally put a lock on the front door before giving the knob a from twist. He sighed in relief and panic is it twisted and he gently pushed the door open, the hinges noting an obvious need for some oil. Tim slowly traced the unfamiliar steps to Gibbs basement. He let out a low breath before beginning the walk down the stairs. He was caught off guard, however, when he made himself visible, to find a table with two glasses filled with Bourbon and a plank of wood propped up on two wooden crates forming a makeshift chair, next to were Gibbs was standing his back to Tim, working on who knows what for his next boat.
"McGee, have a seat." Gibbs ordered before McGee could say anything. His back was still turned to him.
"How'd you know I was coming?" Tim asked curiously as he carefully sat down on the unstable chair.
"You've been looking like you've been wanting to say something for awhile now and I hardly thought you were going to confide in DiNozzo." Gibbs answered with a sarcastic smile. McGee chuckled softly and took a gulp from the drink in front of him and immediately wished he had taken a smaller sip. The Bourbon burned his throat and made his stomach churn uncomfortably. The look on his face must have said it all because Gibbs laughed and threw him a Coke. Tim sat in silence for several moments before Gibbs interrupted.
"Somethings eating you up Tim! Spit it out!"
Tim sighed before beggining, choosing his words carefully.
"Its about the rules...and me...and this entire mess we've been in."
"And Abby." Gibbs added calmly.
"Who said anything about Abby?!" Tim asked quickly. He couldn't believe Gibbs could make that connection so fast. Gibbs just snorted and waited for him to continue. McGee sat there clearly pondering what to say. Gibbs waited studying the young agent carefully. McGee wore casual after-hours sweatshirt and jeans. His light brown hair covered half of his furrowed brow showing that he was deep in concentration. Gibbs always knew McGee had talent since the first time he had met him as a stuttering probie from Norfolk seven years before. A unique blend for a Field Agent, McGee was above computer smart, but Gibbs saw a bit of each member of his team in Tim. He had seen him rip into suspects in interrogation, mimicking his own method, with excellence. He had watched him put a few round into a murderers chest with skill and accuracy, and flirt with girls with near as much talent (but not nearly as often) as Tony. But here he was stumbling over his words, like the first time they had met.
“Ok, maybe this is about Abby.” McGee admitted licking his lips nervously. He finally let out a defeated groan and let the words and problems that had been boggling his brain come tumbling out.
“Ever since Abby and I went to Mexico everything has gone wrong. I was so stressed out on our trip there. Vance had me doing a thousand things, Alejandro was getting it on with Abby, we got taken hostage and I gave my life for every one there, and finally that night it turned out that there was only one hotel room available and that made it really awkward, and then we got talking about the case and she told me she was developing her own gut like you, and I made this stupid joke and I called her fat! I mean what kind of sick insensitive jerk does that! Especially me!” McGee stopped with his face in his hands. Gibbs gave him a moment knowing that he was not finished yet. McGee finally ran his hands through his hair in frustration before continuing.
“After that we hardly spoke to each other. When you would send me down to the lab we worked in separate rooms, strictly business sort of thing. I had noticed she had been acting weird but I ignored it! I could have helped her through this whole thing! I could have been by her side, I could have comforted her, and held her when she cried. But I didn’t. Instead I left her alone to struggle by herself.” McGee closed his eyes in obvious pain. Gibbs sat there quietly knowing that he was sill yet to be done.
“I hate myself for not being there for her and now she hates me too. What am I supposed to do?” he gave Gibbs a miserable, pleading, look. Gibbs sighed.
“Well for starters you got to stop beating yourself up over this. You messed up. Now you’ve got to go and make it right, but if all you do is sit here wishing you could redo your trip to Mexico…well that’s not going to happen, so my best advice is to forget about it. Instead you should be having this conversation with Abby not me.”
McGee swallowed hard. He was not quite sure that this was the advice he had wanted to hear but he knew it was the right choice. Gibbs put a hand on his shoulder. “She needs to hear it Tim,” Gibbs told him softly, “Every relationship goes through its hard times. Why do you think I have three ex-wives? Every time even the slightest obstacle got in our way I ditched them. But you’re a good man Tim, and one heck of an agent. You stick with her.” McGee nodded his head and got to his feet. He turned as he headed for the stairs.
“Thanks Boss.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ The next day dragged on slowly. McGee could make an excuse to go down to the lab then lose his nerve and head back upstairs. And when he was upstairs his thoughts were consumed on why he wasn’t down in the lab. He hardly noticed Tony and Ziva’s bickering and then Tony aimed a handful of wadded up paper at his head he just tossed them in the trash. Altogether he did not get much do much that day but worry and wrestle with his cowardly mind. By the end of it he wanted nothing more than to go home to his bed and sleep. But he had to do one last thing. Tim let out a low moan and got up. From there he began forcing his feet all 365 steps from his desk to Abby’s lab. He entered the lab to find the first room empty but from the corner of his eye he saw her in the Ballistics’ room. Great now I have to face her while she has a gun in her hands. Oh this is just wonderful. He chuckled darkly to himself, and gazed around the room. He looked over at the computer monitors and keyboards and smiled sadly. Memories crashed over him in waves as he remembered all those times him and Abby would slave over those keyboards their brains working as one so much that they could finish each other’s sentences. They did this so often Tony nicknamed it their “Geek Speak Moment”. This used to happen at least once a case. Now…not so much. Suddenly years flashed before his eyes. He was on a stakeout with Tony. He wasn’t part of the team yet. Tony had put the phone on speaker and Tim heard Abby’s hyper gravely voice for the first time. Then they were in the lab discussing previous jobs they had done before coming to NCIS, Abby grabbed his face. Another year flashed by and Tim was pulling her out of the lab away from toxic fumes. Then he was holding her toothbrush in front of an open window were her stalker-ex had just climbed out (he mentally kicked himself again for not protecting her better). She was telling him that Agent McGregor and Amy could not get married because they were all wrong for each other. Abby, her arms around Tim, his “Aren’t you supposed to ask permission first?” and her soft reassuring murmur of “Never with you Tim.” He pulled her closer. Abby was leaning down to give him a hug, well no, technically a squg. She was telling him she loved him ant that “…that should be enough.” It was after Jenny’s death he on the floor next to her, comforting her while she cried. They were having lunch once a week; he remembered how sorely he missed visiting her lab when he was in “Cyber Space”. Her “We Missed You Timmy” sign and cupcake. The more recent memories flashed faster. Abby giving McGee a high five, her annoyed “Stop agreeing with me McGee,” made him smile, and then it was Christmas. Abby grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his cheek leaving bright red lipstick, then he pulled her close and-
“McGee?”
Abby’s voice snapped him out of Memory Lane with a jolt.
“Uh yes Abz?”
“Did you need something?” she asked him stiffly in the hurt voice she always used with him now a days. The saddened look on her face mixed with the ache in Tim’s heart of wanting to see her smile and laugh again gave him the nerve to keep going.”
“Abby we need to talk.”
(NOT YET FINISHED)
Summary: Takes place after "Rule 51" McGee is upset about what happened while him and Abby were in Mexico, and after and Gibbs makes him talk. Sound boring? Don't worry I made it funnier than it sounds I promise!
Pairings: Abby/McGee (ah the humor of adorkable geeks)
NOTE: May contain spoilers! Also my first fanfic so don't make fun of my yet! As the great Anthony DiNozzo once said "Never kick a probie when their down!"
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McGee's Dilemmas:
He had to be out of his mind. He just couldn't understand what made him do it! Here he was looking like an idiot at Gibbs' front door one hand on the handle. He prayed suddenly that Gibbs had not decided to finally put a lock on the front door before giving the knob a from twist. He sighed in relief and panic is it twisted and he gently pushed the door open, the hinges noting an obvious need for some oil. Tim slowly traced the unfamiliar steps to Gibbs basement. He let out a low breath before beginning the walk down the stairs. He was caught off guard, however, when he made himself visible, to find a table with two glasses filled with Bourbon and a plank of wood propped up on two wooden crates forming a makeshift chair, next to were Gibbs was standing his back to Tim, working on who knows what for his next boat.
"McGee, have a seat." Gibbs ordered before McGee could say anything. His back was still turned to him.
"How'd you know I was coming?" Tim asked curiously as he carefully sat down on the unstable chair.
"You've been looking like you've been wanting to say something for awhile now and I hardly thought you were going to confide in DiNozzo." Gibbs answered with a sarcastic smile. McGee chuckled softly and took a gulp from the drink in front of him and immediately wished he had taken a smaller sip. The Bourbon burned his throat and made his stomach churn uncomfortably. The look on his face must have said it all because Gibbs laughed and threw him a Coke. Tim sat in silence for several moments before Gibbs interrupted.
"Somethings eating you up Tim! Spit it out!"
Tim sighed before beggining, choosing his words carefully.
"Its about the rules...and me...and this entire mess we've been in."
"And Abby." Gibbs added calmly.
"Who said anything about Abby?!" Tim asked quickly. He couldn't believe Gibbs could make that connection so fast. Gibbs just snorted and waited for him to continue. McGee sat there clearly pondering what to say. Gibbs waited studying the young agent carefully. McGee wore casual after-hours sweatshirt and jeans. His light brown hair covered half of his furrowed brow showing that he was deep in concentration. Gibbs always knew McGee had talent since the first time he had met him as a stuttering probie from Norfolk seven years before. A unique blend for a Field Agent, McGee was above computer smart, but Gibbs saw a bit of each member of his team in Tim. He had seen him rip into suspects in interrogation, mimicking his own method, with excellence. He had watched him put a few round into a murderers chest with skill and accuracy, and flirt with girls with near as much talent (but not nearly as often) as Tony. But here he was stumbling over his words, like the first time they had met.
“Ok, maybe this is about Abby.” McGee admitted licking his lips nervously. He finally let out a defeated groan and let the words and problems that had been boggling his brain come tumbling out.
“Ever since Abby and I went to Mexico everything has gone wrong. I was so stressed out on our trip there. Vance had me doing a thousand things, Alejandro was getting it on with Abby, we got taken hostage and I gave my life for every one there, and finally that night it turned out that there was only one hotel room available and that made it really awkward, and then we got talking about the case and she told me she was developing her own gut like you, and I made this stupid joke and I called her fat! I mean what kind of sick insensitive jerk does that! Especially me!” McGee stopped with his face in his hands. Gibbs gave him a moment knowing that he was not finished yet. McGee finally ran his hands through his hair in frustration before continuing.
“After that we hardly spoke to each other. When you would send me down to the lab we worked in separate rooms, strictly business sort of thing. I had noticed she had been acting weird but I ignored it! I could have helped her through this whole thing! I could have been by her side, I could have comforted her, and held her when she cried. But I didn’t. Instead I left her alone to struggle by herself.” McGee closed his eyes in obvious pain. Gibbs sat there quietly knowing that he was sill yet to be done.
“I hate myself for not being there for her and now she hates me too. What am I supposed to do?” he gave Gibbs a miserable, pleading, look. Gibbs sighed.
“Well for starters you got to stop beating yourself up over this. You messed up. Now you’ve got to go and make it right, but if all you do is sit here wishing you could redo your trip to Mexico…well that’s not going to happen, so my best advice is to forget about it. Instead you should be having this conversation with Abby not me.”
McGee swallowed hard. He was not quite sure that this was the advice he had wanted to hear but he knew it was the right choice. Gibbs put a hand on his shoulder. “She needs to hear it Tim,” Gibbs told him softly, “Every relationship goes through its hard times. Why do you think I have three ex-wives? Every time even the slightest obstacle got in our way I ditched them. But you’re a good man Tim, and one heck of an agent. You stick with her.” McGee nodded his head and got to his feet. He turned as he headed for the stairs.
“Thanks Boss.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ The next day dragged on slowly. McGee could make an excuse to go down to the lab then lose his nerve and head back upstairs. And when he was upstairs his thoughts were consumed on why he wasn’t down in the lab. He hardly noticed Tony and Ziva’s bickering and then Tony aimed a handful of wadded up paper at his head he just tossed them in the trash. Altogether he did not get much do much that day but worry and wrestle with his cowardly mind. By the end of it he wanted nothing more than to go home to his bed and sleep. But he had to do one last thing. Tim let out a low moan and got up. From there he began forcing his feet all 365 steps from his desk to Abby’s lab. He entered the lab to find the first room empty but from the corner of his eye he saw her in the Ballistics’ room. Great now I have to face her while she has a gun in her hands. Oh this is just wonderful. He chuckled darkly to himself, and gazed around the room. He looked over at the computer monitors and keyboards and smiled sadly. Memories crashed over him in waves as he remembered all those times him and Abby would slave over those keyboards their brains working as one so much that they could finish each other’s sentences. They did this so often Tony nicknamed it their “Geek Speak Moment”. This used to happen at least once a case. Now…not so much. Suddenly years flashed before his eyes. He was on a stakeout with Tony. He wasn’t part of the team yet. Tony had put the phone on speaker and Tim heard Abby’s hyper gravely voice for the first time. Then they were in the lab discussing previous jobs they had done before coming to NCIS, Abby grabbed his face. Another year flashed by and Tim was pulling her out of the lab away from toxic fumes. Then he was holding her toothbrush in front of an open window were her stalker-ex had just climbed out (he mentally kicked himself again for not protecting her better). She was telling him that Agent McGregor and Amy could not get married because they were all wrong for each other. Abby, her arms around Tim, his “Aren’t you supposed to ask permission first?” and her soft reassuring murmur of “Never with you Tim.” He pulled her closer. Abby was leaning down to give him a hug, well no, technically a squg. She was telling him she loved him ant that “…that should be enough.” It was after Jenny’s death he on the floor next to her, comforting her while she cried. They were having lunch once a week; he remembered how sorely he missed visiting her lab when he was in “Cyber Space”. Her “We Missed You Timmy” sign and cupcake. The more recent memories flashed faster. Abby giving McGee a high five, her annoyed “Stop agreeing with me McGee,” made him smile, and then it was Christmas. Abby grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his cheek leaving bright red lipstick, then he pulled her close and-
“McGee?”
Abby’s voice snapped him out of Memory Lane with a jolt.
“Uh yes Abz?”
“Did you need something?” she asked him stiffly in the hurt voice she always used with him now a days. The saddened look on her face mixed with the ache in Tim’s heart of wanting to see her smile and laugh again gave him the nerve to keep going.”
“Abby we need to talk.”
(NOT YET FINISHED)
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