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ncisficathonTitle: Dance
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brightillusions, Jane.
Written for:sbecreative
Archive: Sure. Other than here, let me know where.
Rating: PG to be safe
Warnings/Spoilers: Nada
Genre: Het
Pairings:McGee/Abby
Word Count: 1077
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and am not getting paid
Summary: McGee learns that not everyone falls in love.
Author's Note: I've never written McGee before. I hope you like it and thank you for the challenge.
Beta:krabbypatty.
Prompt:Story 1: McGee/Abby, a peek at different points in their relationship from first meeting onward, perhaps a look at the future.
McGee had thought her voice was sexy. It carried a hint of youth, a smile and fun. So he asked Tony and was surprised at his answer. McGee wouldn't say that he had a 'type'. He knew what he wasn't interested in and could see it in a woman immediately.
Abby was certainly not what he was expecting. She was pretty, and her looks paired with that voice caused him to stutter. He would never have approached a woman like her, she was tall, and strong. Without asking, he was certain she could beat him up if she wanted. Abby looked at him like she knew what he was thinking. He tried to think of algorithms and Shakespeare as Abby had smiled at him.
Alone with her, McGee felt a kindred spirit. An intelligence others couldn't grasp and the awareness of it. She was full of smiles and facts and a soft touch to his hand as he reached for her computer. He interrupted her tirade on a computer file to ask her to lunch. Abby smiled and he almost thought he was making a mistake.
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Abby offered him a place to stay and his nerves caused his annoying stutter to surface. Delivery and Harry Potter calmed the alarm as they passed the evening. It was late, almost early when her hand slipped into his and her lips found his neck. Her body promised heaven as she crawled into his space and touched his heart.
That night he slept in a coffin.
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Abby was vague smiles and words. She was information he had never known and an experience that made him shake. She tested his limits and convinced him to try anything at least once.
He made trips from Quantico to spend the weekend convincing her to sleep on the floor and that four AM was far too late to finally go to bed.
McGee could feel his heart crumble and his hands shake when he considered what was coming next. Abby was too fast, too much fun for the ideas he had in mind. The romantic in him hoped for more than she was giving and he made the mistake of asking.
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McGee saw it in the look and the sadness in her green eyes. Abby didn't want to break his heart.
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Abby gave him the desire to share his secrets. To talk of the little boy who felt lost in his intelligence. A brother who was the startlingly opposite of the younger sister whom everyone adored. He spoke and Abby listened. She asked questions and got the full story.
Abby didn't tell McGee of herself.
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McGee would call to ask her to dinner only to find Abby at a party, answering in a breathless voice and a catch in her throat.
McGee hung up the phone and wondered what he lacked that she desired.
Some days she would come to him with his favorite coffee and hours of dvds. She would strip his worn t-shirt away and make last week's blundered dinner plans forgotten.
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He tried not to feel weird and angry after Abby broke their relationship down. He wanted desperately to be a part of Gibb's team and for once his fear of this emotion, wouldn't get in his way. A tryst it was and something that as an adult, he could face. He could call it a truce and smile at her and then drive home and smell her in his sheets.
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It took time, and preserverance but soon the images of their days together faded from his daily conscience. McGee could laugh and talk and listen to her bad date stories and not cringe. She was still the beautiful and intensly caring woman she'd been before she seduced him.
Seduction in his mind implied a beginning reluctance and eventual fall. McGee could face the falsehood in that idea. His skin had tingled the moment he heard her voice. He'd wanted her from the beginning.
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It happened one night after a useless fight with Anne. He'd met her at the coffee shop near the Navy Yard. She was cute and tiny, fully of chestnut hair and big brown eyes. Chatting on a cell phone she walked straight into him and spilled her coffee, his and Gibbs'. She'd gasped and looked up and McGee had smiled.
Anne was beautiful and smart, an MIT graduate and an assistant to the President's Deputy Chief of Staff. Her temper was short and the fuse lighting that even shorter and they fought hard and often.
Abby had texted him the latest lame pickup line and he answered back. She called and they met at a diner before she took him home.
McGee had her shirt off just inside the door and they didn't make it to the coffin in the bedroom. The night was spent re-learning familiar skin and ink and talking about the quick tempered Anne.
The night had sealed their friendship as solid.
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McGee had not fought the feelings as he fell for Abby. There wasn't any reason to fight it. He thought she'd fall too. But fall, Abby did not. She instead gave him less than he wanted. And McGee tried to get more. Love was one of those things that you just stumbled into and embraced when it was yours. McGee fell in love, Abby enjoyed the here and now. Here and now had nothing to do with love.
McGee watched as she came in and out of his space, making no promises and never mentioning an apology. Abby had been Abby for however old she really was, and made no excuses for who she was. Who was he to think she'd make amends to him.
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Abby smiled over breakfast and McGee finally knew where he would always fall in Abby's life. It was the smile of knowing someone just the way they knew each other. Death and life, years and after work beers gave you the history of a life with yours. Love was easy now, how to love someone and still walk away the next morning. The fight would come from Anne and her blistering annoyance at his behavior.
````
Abby became to McGee what she was to the rest of this family. His best friend, his cheerleader, a kick to the butt. Getting her to be real was no longer his mission. He let Abby smile and touch and reminded himself that she loved him the way she had perfected for years.
Author:
brightillusions, Jane.Written for:
sbecreativeArchive: Sure. Other than here, let me know where.
Rating: PG to be safe
Warnings/Spoilers: Nada
Genre: Het
Pairings:McGee/Abby
Word Count: 1077
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and am not getting paid
Summary: McGee learns that not everyone falls in love.
Author's Note: I've never written McGee before. I hope you like it and thank you for the challenge.
Beta:
krabbypatty.Prompt:Story 1: McGee/Abby, a peek at different points in their relationship from first meeting onward, perhaps a look at the future.
McGee had thought her voice was sexy. It carried a hint of youth, a smile and fun. So he asked Tony and was surprised at his answer. McGee wouldn't say that he had a 'type'. He knew what he wasn't interested in and could see it in a woman immediately.
Abby was certainly not what he was expecting. She was pretty, and her looks paired with that voice caused him to stutter. He would never have approached a woman like her, she was tall, and strong. Without asking, he was certain she could beat him up if she wanted. Abby looked at him like she knew what he was thinking. He tried to think of algorithms and Shakespeare as Abby had smiled at him.
Alone with her, McGee felt a kindred spirit. An intelligence others couldn't grasp and the awareness of it. She was full of smiles and facts and a soft touch to his hand as he reached for her computer. He interrupted her tirade on a computer file to ask her to lunch. Abby smiled and he almost thought he was making a mistake.
````
Abby offered him a place to stay and his nerves caused his annoying stutter to surface. Delivery and Harry Potter calmed the alarm as they passed the evening. It was late, almost early when her hand slipped into his and her lips found his neck. Her body promised heaven as she crawled into his space and touched his heart.
That night he slept in a coffin.
````
Abby was vague smiles and words. She was information he had never known and an experience that made him shake. She tested his limits and convinced him to try anything at least once.
He made trips from Quantico to spend the weekend convincing her to sleep on the floor and that four AM was far too late to finally go to bed.
McGee could feel his heart crumble and his hands shake when he considered what was coming next. Abby was too fast, too much fun for the ideas he had in mind. The romantic in him hoped for more than she was giving and he made the mistake of asking.
````
McGee saw it in the look and the sadness in her green eyes. Abby didn't want to break his heart.
````
Abby gave him the desire to share his secrets. To talk of the little boy who felt lost in his intelligence. A brother who was the startlingly opposite of the younger sister whom everyone adored. He spoke and Abby listened. She asked questions and got the full story.
Abby didn't tell McGee of herself.
````
McGee would call to ask her to dinner only to find Abby at a party, answering in a breathless voice and a catch in her throat.
McGee hung up the phone and wondered what he lacked that she desired.
Some days she would come to him with his favorite coffee and hours of dvds. She would strip his worn t-shirt away and make last week's blundered dinner plans forgotten.
````
He tried not to feel weird and angry after Abby broke their relationship down. He wanted desperately to be a part of Gibb's team and for once his fear of this emotion, wouldn't get in his way. A tryst it was and something that as an adult, he could face. He could call it a truce and smile at her and then drive home and smell her in his sheets.
````
It took time, and preserverance but soon the images of their days together faded from his daily conscience. McGee could laugh and talk and listen to her bad date stories and not cringe. She was still the beautiful and intensly caring woman she'd been before she seduced him.
Seduction in his mind implied a beginning reluctance and eventual fall. McGee could face the falsehood in that idea. His skin had tingled the moment he heard her voice. He'd wanted her from the beginning.
````
It happened one night after a useless fight with Anne. He'd met her at the coffee shop near the Navy Yard. She was cute and tiny, fully of chestnut hair and big brown eyes. Chatting on a cell phone she walked straight into him and spilled her coffee, his and Gibbs'. She'd gasped and looked up and McGee had smiled.
Anne was beautiful and smart, an MIT graduate and an assistant to the President's Deputy Chief of Staff. Her temper was short and the fuse lighting that even shorter and they fought hard and often.
Abby had texted him the latest lame pickup line and he answered back. She called and they met at a diner before she took him home.
McGee had her shirt off just inside the door and they didn't make it to the coffin in the bedroom. The night was spent re-learning familiar skin and ink and talking about the quick tempered Anne.
The night had sealed their friendship as solid.
````
McGee had not fought the feelings as he fell for Abby. There wasn't any reason to fight it. He thought she'd fall too. But fall, Abby did not. She instead gave him less than he wanted. And McGee tried to get more. Love was one of those things that you just stumbled into and embraced when it was yours. McGee fell in love, Abby enjoyed the here and now. Here and now had nothing to do with love.
McGee watched as she came in and out of his space, making no promises and never mentioning an apology. Abby had been Abby for however old she really was, and made no excuses for who she was. Who was he to think she'd make amends to him.
````
Abby smiled over breakfast and McGee finally knew where he would always fall in Abby's life. It was the smile of knowing someone just the way they knew each other. Death and life, years and after work beers gave you the history of a life with yours. Love was easy now, how to love someone and still walk away the next morning. The fight would come from Anne and her blistering annoyance at his behavior.
````
Abby became to McGee what she was to the rest of this family. His best friend, his cheerleader, a kick to the butt. Getting her to be real was no longer his mission. He let Abby smile and touch and reminded himself that she loved him the way she had perfected for years.
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