Abby did a little happy dance around her lab after her assumptions were proved to be correct by her masspec. She grabbed all the paper work and neatly placed it in the file, grabbed her jacket and umbrella, then headed for the elevator. While on the ride up her phone blasted a loud, screaming song and Abby smiled as she read the Caller I.D.

"Helloooo?" she made sure to draw out the last letter of the word.

"Hey, Abby, it's Zane. I'm really sorry but something came up, I can't meet you tonight. How about next week?" her friend asked.

Abby had met him about a month ago and this was now the forth time he had to postpone plans with her. She really liked this guy. He was into a lot of the same things she was, her taste in music, he was covered with tattoo's, he even played in a cover band on the weekends which is how they met. He was an accountant which Abby found to be all too boring but, she was willing to look past it if they could just make it to a first date. She was thinking maybe Zane was too good to be true, no guy just cancels four different times and doesn't give a girl a reason.

"I don't think so, Zane. You seem like a real busy guy and I don't want to keep putting things off. I'm sorry." she closed her phone scared of what he might say to her.

The elevator dinged and she stepped off, gave a half-ass smile to Ziva who was the only one of the team in the room, then set the file down on McGee's desk. On the corner of the desk sat a photo of a girl, pretty as could be all Abby did was sigh. Her feelings for Tim never went away even if she was the one who wasn't really ready for a long-term relationship. It made her feel sick to her stomach when ever he would talk about going out to lunch with another girl, she wanted to kick herself for letting him go.

"What's wrong, Abby?" Ziva asked hearing her sigh.

"Zane called off our date." she left out the part about the McGee's fling making her feel even worse.

"This is the third time this has happened, yes?"

"Forth." Abby said glancing at her shifting feet.

"So what did you tell him?"

"That we can't really see each other. I don't want to be put on the back burner, put on hold, ya know? I want to actually be with someone. One someone." Abby explained herself.

"You have come a long way since I first met you. You didn't even want to be in an actual relationship back then!" Ziva told her and a light went off in Abby's head. Maybe she was ready for an actual relationship, one that could have some true potential.

"Thanks Ziva. Is Tim still here or did he go home for the night?" she asked.

"His jacket is still here so I would guess he is around here some place." she pointed out.

"Right. Can you just tell him if he has any questions about the results, just to give me a call?"

"I will. Have a good night."

"Thanks, I will try." Abby said and pressed the down arrow on the elevator.

Just as the door closed, McGee walked around the corner. He first slammed his phone down on the desk, shoved the photo of the girl Abby had been looking at in a drawer and then finally slumped himself into his chair, then he finally noticed the file.

"Was Abby here?" he asked Ziva across the room.

"Just left. She said if you have any questions to call her but I'd be careful about doing that." she warned.

"And why is that, Ziva?" he asked rubbing his temples.

"She is in a very upset mood. Zane called off their date again and she told him she could not keep it up anymore. She seemed very down in the trash can."

McGee panicked in his head. Abby had been talk about this date for about a month and each time he pushed it back she seemed a little more sad. He could only imagine what she was feeling. Sometimes Abby was really good at expressing how she was feeling and other times, she was good at hiding it. Either way, she couldn't be doing well.

"It's 'down in the dumps' and you said she just left?" he asked pulling somethings out of his desk drawers and standing to put his coat on.

"Yes about five minutes ago but, don't you have a date tonight?" she asked him over her shoulder.

He was frantically pressing the down arrow, "Wasn't my type. I called it off before anything too serious happened."

"You have a type, McGee." Ziva grinned.

"Not now, Ziva" and the elevator door closed.

On the way down, Tim did think about his type.

"Yeah, Ziva, I do have a type. Forensic Scientists with dark hair that is normally in pig tales, who wear bright red lipstick, have tattoo's and are named Abby." he admitted to the empty elevator, "Yeah."

He kept trying to date other women because him and Abby wanted different things out of a relationship. He was ready to have a future with someone and she wasn't there yet. But whenever he would go on a date, something just wasn't right about the girl. Tim was finally realizing, there is no other Abby.

It was raining when he reached the parking lot and Abby's parking space was empty. She had to have gone home and McGee felt he need to do something for her. On the walk to his car he thought of what he could do, he rested on the idea that both of them were suppose to have a date tonight and it was a date they were going to have. On the way to her apartment, he stopped at her favorite Chinese Restaurant, ordered food for the two of them and then made his way through the city to her.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her car parked outside of the building meaning she was in fact, home. Unfortunately, there where no other spots near there for him to park. He drove around and ended up having to park a good five blocks away. The rain was still pouring down on him as he hurried along the sidewalk, he shook his head off when he was finally inside the building and he leaned on the up button to reach her floor, all he could think was please do not let the power go out while I am in here. Even with all the food in his arms he reached his phone in his pocket and called Abby.

"Hey McGee, what'da need help with." she sounded pretty down, much like Ziva had described.

"There is a guy outside your apartment holding some tasty Chinese food and he would really like if you could open the door for him, like, now, pleaseeee." he said to her.

"Are you...?" he heard what ever had been on in her apartment shut off and the lock on her door turn.

"You are here!" she exclaimed and hugged him hard, "Timothy! You are soaked! Come in, come in." she grabbed one of the bags from him and ushered him inside.

He sat the bags down and finally got a chance to breathe again. Abby was wearing one of his old MIT workout shirts and a pair of baggy shorts that he swore were his at one time. An old black and white movie was paused on her T.V., a pint of ice cream with a spoon sticking out of it was half gone on her coffee table, a box of tissues sat next to it and he bet if he looked there would be a small pile of used ones somewhere on the sofa.

"Let me go change and you can wear this, okay?" she asked backing away and spinning on her heal into her bed room.

"Abbs really, I'm fine. I can dry off." he said though the crack of her door.

"Nonsense! You will get sick and then we will all hear it from Gibbs.

He rolled his eyes a little even though he knew she was right. He took off his coat and hung it on a hook by the door. She came out now wearing a tank top with one of his work shirts over it and another pair of shorts and again, he could have bet money that he had a pair like that at one point.

She gave a little gesture into her room for him to go and he closed the door behind him, "Abby, just how many of my cloths do you have exactly?" he asked pealing the wet shirt off him.

"Exactly? I don't really know the number." she joked. And he smiled.

She blocked the door way as he walked out, "I'll take those." she smiled holding out her hands for his wet things.

It was then McGee noticed the tear streaks from her dark eye make up, "How are you holding up?" he asked her forgetting about his cloths.

"I have been better but, I have a friend with me now. Everything is better with a friend around." she tried to play it off but McGee wasn't buying her act. He wasn't going to push her to talk about it though if she didn't want to.

He moved for the food while she hung his cloths over the side of her tub. He had two plates set on the coffee table, "Tim, you are the best!" she said seeing the soup, pork and rice, and egg roles on her plate.

"Thanks, Abbs. So what are we watching?" he asked kicking up his feet and handing her the remote. He was going to turn this night around.