Abby picked up her phone, and dialed the number. It rang once. At the second ring, she lost her nerve, and slammed it down. She got up, and began to pace her lab, muttering to herself.

"I can't work like this!" she said, throwing her hands up into the air. "I'm going crazy. This can't be happening."

She stopped pacing in front of the phone and looked at it, biting her lip.

"You are a big girl, Abs. You have faced all sorts of things, including a crazy sniper out to get you. You can do this."

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the receiver again and dialed the number.

"McGee," came the answer on the other side of the phone.

"McGee, I… need you down here right away."

"Sure, Abs. What's up? Does it have anything to do with Petty Officer Johnson's murder?"

"Just come down immediately," Abby slammed the receiver down with shaking hands. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. But the alternative was almost as bad, and she knew that she had to, now or never.

The minutes that passed until McGee made it down to her lab were as long as years. She could actually feel time grinding to a halt. Her heart was pounding and she was fighting to keep her breathing regular. This was a horrible idea. What had she been thinking? Nervously, she twisted the end of her black pigtail around her finger.

The elevator door slid open, revealing a worried looking McGee.

"Is everything alright, Abby?" he asked, walking into her lab. "You sounded scared on the phone."

Abby jumped to her feet.

"McGee! I'm glad you're here," she stepped closer to him, still twisting her pigtail.

"Are you ok, Abby?" he asked again, his face full of concern.

Abby paused for a moment. She had been going over this conversation a thousand times in her head, but somehow all of her perfectly planned speeches flew out of her head the moment McGee actually stepped into the room.

"No, McGee. No, I'm not ok. There's something really important I need to tell you."

"Is this about the case?" McGee asked.

"No, this is something different. I'm warning you, you might be shocked by it. I was when I found out. And you don't have to say anything back, and we can forget about the whole thing once I say it if you want."

"You can tell me anything. You know that, Abs," McGee responded, shooting her a confused look.

"Ok, here goes," Abby paused dramatically. "McGee, I love you."

"Whaaa?" McGee looked in total shock.

"Yeah. I know. I just figured it out last night. I had a really horrible dream where you were shot, and you were in a coma at the hospital, and I was sitting at your bed, and I figured out that I loved you, but it was too late because you were dying and I never got to tell you, so I'm going to tell you now before it's too late," she paused for breath. "I love you."

"You love me?" McGee gasped. "Abby, we broke up months and months ago."

Abby bit her lip. This was not the reaction she had been hoping for in the few romantic daydreams she allowed herself.

"I know. That's the thing. Even though we broke up, I've been insanely jealous of every other woman you flirt with, and when DiNozzo showed me the pictures of the pretty girl on your ipod, I got all confused with my feelings, and…" Abby knew she was rambling again. She should not have drunk that last Caf Pow so fast.

"DiNozzo did what?" McGee sputtered, but Abby would not be side tracked.

"You don't have to say it back. I just wanted you to know," she finished, looking into McGee's eyes. She couldn't remember if it was her or him that had suddenly moved close to the other, so now they were a handbreadth apart. McGee didn't seem to be saying anything, and Abby didn't know what to do. So she fell back on what she usually did when she didn't know what else to say to a man who was this close to her. She leaned up and kissed him.

Sure, she had kissed McGee before, and they had all been amazing kisses, but that was before she knew that she was in love with him. This kiss… this kiss blew them all away. At first, it was her kissing him, as if he was still in shock. Then, slowly, his lips remember what to do when they were on hers. He began to kiss her back. It was sweet and intense and mind blowing, just like McGee's kisses always were, but with an added tang. Just when it was starting to get heated, McGee pulled away.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes searching her face.

He detangled his arms from where they had got caught around her waist and shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Abby. I can't do this," he said, turning from her and making to walk out of the lab.

"McGee, wait! You can't go," Abby caught his arm, and stopped him from leaving. "Please," she begged.

"Abby, I…" he paused and turned to face her again, running one hand through his short hair.

"I can't go through this again, Abby. My heart's not strong enough to be broken by you again."

"I'm not going to break it," she said quietly.

"You did before. I can't be fooling around. If you want to have fun with someone, you picked the wrong guy."

"I'm not just fooling around," Abby's temper was getting the better of her. Here she was, laying her innermost heart at the feet of Timothy McGee, and he thought she was goofing around. "I love you. I love you. And I am serious. You wanna know how serious I am about you, Tim? Marry me."

The words just popped out of her mouth. She was as surprised as he was that she had just said that, but she wasn't about to take it back. On the contrary, now that she had said it, she knew she meant every word.

"Abby, are… are you kidding me? Cuz if you are it isn't very funny," McGee said.

"No jokes, McGee."

"This isn't one of DiNozzo's stupid pranks? You're not betting on the outcome of my answer? You're not going to make fun of me later?"

Abby looked him right in the eye.

"I swear to you on my farting elephant that this isn't a joke. Marry me."

"You're really not joking, are you?"

"Nope," she said, drawing him closer to her once more. She leaned in to kiss him again.

"Wait, wait, wait," McGee pulled away when his lips was a fraction of an inch away from hers. "I don't think we have the same concept of marriage, Abby. I'm not going to get married for fun. For me, it's serious. When I get married, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with that woman."

Abby looked at him. He was so amazing, and he didn't even know it. Another wave of love washed over her for this underrated man who made her feel like jelly when he looked at her.

She leaned in and touched her forehead to his.


Gibbs picked that exact moment to walk in, a Caf Pow in one hand, an evidence bag in the other.

"What is going on?" he demanded, glaring at them.

Abby cursed Gibbs and his lousy timing. She was just about to kiss her Timothy again.

"McGee, what do you think you're doing?" Gibbs demanded.

McGee pulled away from Abby, but didn't let her go, much to her surprise.

"Well, Boss," he said rather shakily, "I think Abby and I just got engaged."

Abby's smile grew wider.

"Is that a yes, Timothy?"

"That's a yes," McGee replied, smiling back.

Abby squealed and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She expected to get another reprimand from Gibbs, but when she pulled away she found him still standing there, a small smile on his face. He looked McGee up and down.

"I would have never figured you for a Goth kinda guy, McGee," he said, handing Abby her Caf Pow.

She took a long sip, the caffeine calming her frazzled nerves.

McGee looked down at her, a soft smile on his face.

"The heart has reasons that reason knows not," he quoted softly.

"Your heart tell you anything about this case?" Gibbs asked, bringing back the topic at hand, as Abby knew he would. He always did. She moved to stand in front of her computer.

"Petty Officer Johnson's fingerprints were the only ones I could find on the weapon itself, but I pulled a partial from the shell casings. I'm running it through AFIS now. The video surveillance got nada. Sorry, Gibbs. You're going to have to give me more to work with."

He nodded, then leaned close.

"Are you sure about this, Abs?" he asked, jerking his head towards where McGee stood, looking on.

Abby shot him a glace as well.

"Oh yeah. Positive. It's weird, Gibbs, but I just know."

"Ok, if you're sure," he said, kissing her on the cheek, and leaving the lab.

"McGee, you're coming with me," he fired over his shoulder.

McGee have her a longing look, and then shrugged an apology. Abby smiled back, showing him that she understood.

"Yeah, Boss, I'm coming," he said, running after Gibbs.

McGee slid into the elevator right before the door closed. He stood beside Gibbs, looking nervous. But no matter how nervous he was around Gibbs after what the ex-marine had just witnessed, he couldn't help but grin like an idiot. He was engaged to Abby. He was engaged. To Abby. She loved him and they were getting married. He still couldn't believe it.

The elevator whirred to life, and began to rise. Gibbs leaned over and flicked a switch next to the buttons. The elevator stopped suddenly, and the blue emergency lights came on.

"Boss?" McGee asked.

"McGee?" mirrored Gibbs. "When were you planning on telling me that you were engaged to Abby?"

"Well, Boss, it just happened. Just right the second before you came in. It was… ah… unexpected," McGee chuckled to himself.

"Don't you remember rule number 12, McGee?" Gibbs asked, glaring at him.

McGee racked his brains for rule number 12, but couldn't remember it.

"Never go anywhere without a knife?" he hazarded lamely.

Gibbs smacked him on the back of the head.

"That's rule #9. Rule #12 is never date a coworker, and I think you've gone way beyond that."

"Well, to be strictly honest, Boss, we haven't been dating."

"But you're engaged," Gibbs pointed out. "I've been married four times. I know how it works, McGee. You date. You get engaged. You get married. Hopefully you stay that way."

"Abby called me down to her office. I thought it was about the case, but when I got down there, she said that she loved me."

"And what about you, McGee?" Gibbs asked, his face softening for a moment. "Do you love her?"

McGee couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his boss. But since Gibbs was so close to Abby, McGee supposed he owed him an answer.

"I've loved her since the moment I first saw her, Gibbs," he said honestly.

Gibbs actually smiled.

"Good answer, McGee," he said quietly.

"Does that mean it's ok?" McGee asked, shocked. He had been expecting the third degree from Gibbs. He had not been expecting this.

"Do you need my permission?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, no, but I know you and Abby are close…"

"You're right about that. I consider Abby my daughter," Gibbs turned to McGee again, just face stern. McGee had seen that same face when he was trying to intimate a suspect in the interrogation room. "If you break her heart, McGee, I'll break your legs."

"I'm more worried she'll break mine," McGee said before he could stop herself.

Gibbs shook his head.

"I've known Abby for a long time. She dates a lot of guys, but I know that she has never once told any of them that she loved them. And she's turned down three marriage proposals, one from an Italian millionaire. There's no way she would jump into this unless she was very, very certain."

McGee nodded his head, and took a deep breath.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said.

Gibbs flipped the switch again and the elevator started moving upwards.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone else yet, Boss," McGee said, almost hesitantly.

"It's your secret, McGee." Gibbs said. He looked at McGee almost fondly. Then, he chuckled. "You are in way over your head, McGee," he said, exiting the elevator and walking around the corner to his desk, McGee following.

"Don't I know it, Boss," McGee said, sitting down at his desk.

"Way over your head in what, McGeek?" Tony asked, reclining in his chair.

"Not giving me any answers in this case, DiNozzo. Sound familiar?" Gibbs barked his Boss persona back in place.

Tony jumped to his feet and began to report.

Author's Note: I've been staving off temptation for a week, and I promised myself that I wouldn't write an NCIS fic until I was finished the entire series. But then I got attacked by this plot idea. I'm only half way through season three, so be patient with me.

McGee/Abby has been my favorite couple since day one and I think they are adorable together. It seems to me that Abby was in control of the relationship before, and if anyone was to say anything, it would be her and it would be sudden. Deep down I think she really does care about McGee, especially considering how jealous she gets when any other woman looks his way. And McGee is just the cutest thing ever.

This is meant to have a few more chapters, as we see McGee and Abby deal with being engaged, and telling the rest of the team.