McGee and the Wimple (NCIS)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing(s): Abby/McGee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 319
Notes: For last week's challenge over at 15_minute_fic. (I was a little late!)
‘I got disconnected,’ Tim exclaims in disbelief.
‘Well then work harder, McGee!’ says Abby, typing away herself at a computer right beside him. ‘Gibbs needs us!’
‘Gibbs…right,’ said Tim, drawing out the name.
‘What’s with you, Timmy?’ Abby spares him a glance. Just the one. He revels in it. It also makes him realize that the only way he can make her pay any more attention to him, is to focus on, and solve the job at hand.
After nearly seven minutes of silence--not that he was counting--broken only occasionally by Abby’s loud sips of Caf-Pow through what Tim lustily thinks is a very lucky straw, he realises he’s coming close to cracking the code.
‘Hey Abs,’ he says.
‘Hmm,’ she replies distractedly.
‘Let’s make a bet. Whoever breaks the code first gets the other person to do anything they want.’
She considers it, then smiles.
‘Are you close McGee?’ she asks him, looking at him suspiciously.
‘Not at all,’ he lies.
She stares into his eyes for what seems like forever, trying to see if he’s bluffing.
‘Alright,’ she finally agrees. ‘Get ready McGee, ’cause I’m not going down without a fight.
It’s true. He doesn’t know how she does it, but she wins.
Two weeks later, Tim finds himself being mercilessly teased by Ziva and DiNozzo. Sadly, Abby comes to collect him before the other two have gone home for the night.
‘What do you have in store for probie here, Abs?’ DiNozzo asks, obviously relishing in Tim’s discomfort.
‘Some sort of gothic ritual orgasm?’ Ziva wonders aloud.
Tony looks at her. ‘I think you mean orgy,’ he says.
‘Same thing,’ Ziva shrugs.
‘He has to dress up as a nun and go to my bowling league night!’ Abby crows triumphantly.
‘Go on probie, try on the wimple!’ DiNozzo’s grin is positively feral.
Tim sighs to himself. The things he’ll do just to spend time with Abby.
Pairing(s): Abby/McGee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 319
Notes: For last week's challenge over at 15_minute_fic. (I was a little late!)
‘I got disconnected,’ Tim exclaims in disbelief.
‘Well then work harder, McGee!’ says Abby, typing away herself at a computer right beside him. ‘Gibbs needs us!’
‘Gibbs…right,’ said Tim, drawing out the name.
‘What’s with you, Timmy?’ Abby spares him a glance. Just the one. He revels in it. It also makes him realize that the only way he can make her pay any more attention to him, is to focus on, and solve the job at hand.
After nearly seven minutes of silence--not that he was counting--broken only occasionally by Abby’s loud sips of Caf-Pow through what Tim lustily thinks is a very lucky straw, he realises he’s coming close to cracking the code.
‘Hey Abs,’ he says.
‘Hmm,’ she replies distractedly.
‘Let’s make a bet. Whoever breaks the code first gets the other person to do anything they want.’
She considers it, then smiles.
‘Are you close McGee?’ she asks him, looking at him suspiciously.
‘Not at all,’ he lies.
She stares into his eyes for what seems like forever, trying to see if he’s bluffing.
‘Alright,’ she finally agrees. ‘Get ready McGee, ’cause I’m not going down without a fight.
It’s true. He doesn’t know how she does it, but she wins.
Two weeks later, Tim finds himself being mercilessly teased by Ziva and DiNozzo. Sadly, Abby comes to collect him before the other two have gone home for the night.
‘What do you have in store for probie here, Abs?’ DiNozzo asks, obviously relishing in Tim’s discomfort.
‘Some sort of gothic ritual orgasm?’ Ziva wonders aloud.
Tony looks at her. ‘I think you mean orgy,’ he says.
‘Same thing,’ Ziva shrugs.
‘He has to dress up as a nun and go to my bowling league night!’ Abby crows triumphantly.
‘Go on probie, try on the wimple!’ DiNozzo’s grin is positively feral.
Tim sighs to himself. The things he’ll do just to spend time with Abby.