Abby snuck quietly out of the small bedroom at 8:00 am in a crisp fall Saturday morning. Her custom made fluffy Bert slippers glided silently on the beat down wooden floor. Her hair was in two messy ponytails and she was clothed in her favorite black skull pajamas. As she got closer and closer to her destination she could begin to smell the all-too familiar scent of McGee making breakfast.
Ever since they had started dating about eight months ago McGee had almost always wanted to cook her something in the mornings – at least, on weekends he did. It was just a part of who he was. He always wanted to make sure Abby was as healthy as she could be – and according to common belief, breakfast played an important part in that.
Abby smiled as she crept up behind him and put her arms around his waist. He had just finished washing his hands and smiled at the contact, turning around to face her.
"Good morning to you too," he said playfully.
She chuckled. "What do you want to do today?" She asked excitedly, although it was written all over her face that she had some ideas of her own.
He smiled, deciding to tease her a little. "I don't know…I wouldn't mind just sleeping. You know we were packed with cases all week and…"
Abby grinned. "McGee! No!"
He laughed. "What do you want to do, Abs?"
She laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. "There's a vacancy a few minutes away from here. It's closer to the Navy Yard, and I drove past it last night and there's a fence and it's not too expensive and it looks good outside, I mean I personally would add some black roses but it can be easily improved and it's-"
McGee grinned. "You want to look at a house, Abs?"
She nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Well...yeah. I mean, I love you McGee and I don't want to live with anyone else and this apartment it's nice but it's really old and a bit cramped for us especially for later if we ever have kids not that we've talked about it much but you know in the future and I just-"
McGee laughed and put his hands on Abby's shoulders to stop her rambling. He was certainly surprised, but more than that he was thrilled. Out of all the people in the world, Abby wanted to buy a house with him - maybe not this particular one, but even still…she wanted to buy something that big, that permanent – with him.
Abby looked up at him excitedly, with a slight question in her eyes. McGee grinned and pulled her in for a tight hug, his arms wrapped securely around her and her head on his shoulder. "What time's the showing?"