In this Moment
Pairing: Tim McGee/Abby Scuito
Summary: "It was in that moment he knew."
Category: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing - except the mistakes.
His job wasn't really conducive to dating.
He never seemed to find the right girl.
His horoscope suggested he take a break from relationships.
It seemed that he always had a reason for why he wasn't in a long-term relationship. There had been the cute polygraph girl. He searched his mind trying to recall what her name had been. Well, it didn't matter, because it didn't work out anyway. And then there was the girl from the coffee shop, Amanda. She didn't work out either - through no fault of his own, though. And, of course, who could forget the girl who stole his mail, took a credit card out in his name and proceeded to max it out.
With that type of track record, who could really blame him for shying anyway from anything resembling a relationship. But end the end he was kidding himself. He knew the exact reason his nights consisted of playing video games and take-out for one.
"I love you, McGee. That should be enough."
Today she stood in black platform boots, lab coat covering a black button-down sweater and plaid mini. She was gesturing wildly with her hands while describing the intricacies of DNA. Watching her, he had a random thought that maybe she should cut back on the Caf-Pow, but he knew that chances were that would never happen.
He and Abby had a long, tumultuous relationship that spanned nearly eight years. It was a relationship filled with love, honesty, respect, and friendship. And while there were many good memories, there were quite a few that weren't as good.
"We need to talk. Agent McGregor cannot marry Amy in the end. McGee, they are all wrong for each other."
And more than once (and more often than McGee cared for), they had moments like they had the other day.
"Maybe you'll meet someone; though, I heard you already had."
"What? Wait, what?" He paused briefly. "No. Who told you that?"
"I mean if you have it's okay." She replied glancing over at him.
"I haven't." He couldn't read what she was thinking, but he could help but feel a little flutter at the thought that she was jealous.
"Well, that's not what I hear. Which that would be fine with me. I mean, why wouldn't it be?" She was struggling to act nonchalant.
Yet, he couldn't be completely sorry for those moments. Because in those moments, he couldn't quite suppress the thrill of delight and the small glimmer of hope that she was jealous. He would take jealousy over indifference any day, because then there was still a chance that they could become something more - something better. Not that what they had now wasn't good, in fact, what they had now was the best foundation for what he wanted. And he wanted a lifetime with Abby.
They laughed together, cried together. They would walk through fire for each other. They found a best friend in each other.
"You're so sweet to worry, Timmy, but I'm not in the cross-hairs."
And he knew without a doubt, he would stand by her through anything, defend her with every last breath, and believe in her even when she didn't believe in herself. She inspired that kind of devotion. She inspired that kind of love.
So, as he watched her pacing back and forth in front of her computer, still rambling on about DNA and types of leather (who knows what prompted that particular topic of discussion), he smiled letting a feeling of contentment wash over him. It was in this moment that he knew what he'd always known. Abby Scuito was his happily ever after.
"I really do love her. It just took me a while to figure it out."
Summary: "It was in that moment he knew."
Category: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing - except the mistakes.
His job wasn't really conducive to dating.
He never seemed to find the right girl.
His horoscope suggested he take a break from relationships.
It seemed that he always had a reason for why he wasn't in a long-term relationship. There had been the cute polygraph girl. He searched his mind trying to recall what her name had been. Well, it didn't matter, because it didn't work out anyway. And then there was the girl from the coffee shop, Amanda. She didn't work out either - through no fault of his own, though. And, of course, who could forget the girl who stole his mail, took a credit card out in his name and proceeded to max it out.
With that type of track record, who could really blame him for shying anyway from anything resembling a relationship. But end the end he was kidding himself. He knew the exact reason his nights consisted of playing video games and take-out for one.
"I love you, McGee. That should be enough."
Today she stood in black platform boots, lab coat covering a black button-down sweater and plaid mini. She was gesturing wildly with her hands while describing the intricacies of DNA. Watching her, he had a random thought that maybe she should cut back on the Caf-Pow, but he knew that chances were that would never happen.
He and Abby had a long, tumultuous relationship that spanned nearly eight years. It was a relationship filled with love, honesty, respect, and friendship. And while there were many good memories, there were quite a few that weren't as good.
"We need to talk. Agent McGregor cannot marry Amy in the end. McGee, they are all wrong for each other."
And more than once (and more often than McGee cared for), they had moments like they had the other day.
"Maybe you'll meet someone; though, I heard you already had."
"What? Wait, what?" He paused briefly. "No. Who told you that?"
"I mean if you have it's okay." She replied glancing over at him.
"I haven't." He couldn't read what she was thinking, but he could help but feel a little flutter at the thought that she was jealous.
"Well, that's not what I hear. Which that would be fine with me. I mean, why wouldn't it be?" She was struggling to act nonchalant.
Yet, he couldn't be completely sorry for those moments. Because in those moments, he couldn't quite suppress the thrill of delight and the small glimmer of hope that she was jealous. He would take jealousy over indifference any day, because then there was still a chance that they could become something more - something better. Not that what they had now wasn't good, in fact, what they had now was the best foundation for what he wanted. And he wanted a lifetime with Abby.
They laughed together, cried together. They would walk through fire for each other. They found a best friend in each other.
"You're so sweet to worry, Timmy, but I'm not in the cross-hairs."
And he knew without a doubt, he would stand by her through anything, defend her with every last breath, and believe in her even when she didn't believe in herself. She inspired that kind of devotion. She inspired that kind of love.
So, as he watched her pacing back and forth in front of her computer, still rambling on about DNA and types of leather (who knows what prompted that particular topic of discussion), he smiled letting a feeling of contentment wash over him. It was in this moment that he knew what he'd always known. Abby Scuito was his happily ever after.
"I really do love her. It just took me a while to figure it out."