[NCIS: Drabble] "Recharging" [Abby/McGee, G]
Title: Recharging
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Tim McGee
Genre: het.
Prompt: 24_times table three, prompt #19 “19:00”
Rating: G
Word Count: 150
Summary: Abby and McGee take a break while their evidence processes.
Recharging
“You need some sleep, Abs,” said McGee, the third time she started nodding off at her desk.
Abby shook her head. “Can’t. There’s still evidence.”
“It’s all processing. I know you’ve got alarms for all your machines, and there’s really nothing else you can do until they go off, is there?”
“No, I guess not,” Abby admitted.
“I know you’ve been awake at least as long as I have and that’s-” McGee checked his watch, “-almost twenty-four hours ago. You need some sleep.”
“We both need some sleep,” she countered. “You can’t do anything until you get the results back, either.
“Nope,” he agreed, easily. “Let me network our computers so I can finish setting up the traces down here, and you can go find a good place to put the futon.”
Abby yawned. “That’s a good plan, Timmy. Permission to cuddle?”
He laughed. “For you, Abs, always.”
THE END
Current Mood:
frustrated
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Tim McGee
Genre: het.
Prompt: 24_times table three, prompt #19 “19:00”
Rating: G
Word Count: 150
Summary: Abby and McGee take a break while their evidence processes.
Recharging
“You need some sleep, Abs,” said McGee, the third time she started nodding off at her desk.
Abby shook her head. “Can’t. There’s still evidence.”
“It’s all processing. I know you’ve got alarms for all your machines, and there’s really nothing else you can do until they go off, is there?”
“No, I guess not,” Abby admitted.
“I know you’ve been awake at least as long as I have and that’s-” McGee checked his watch, “-almost twenty-four hours ago. You need some sleep.”
“We both need some sleep,” she countered. “You can’t do anything until you get the results back, either.
“Nope,” he agreed, easily. “Let me network our computers so I can finish setting up the traces down here, and you can go find a good place to put the futon.”
Abby yawned. “That’s a good plan, Timmy. Permission to cuddle?”
He laughed. “For you, Abs, always.”
THE END
Current Mood:
frustrated