A little fluffy Abby&McGee one shot. Constructive criticism, as always, is greatly appreciated. Also a quick thanks to LosingInTranslation for the beta job you did, needless to say I am extremely grateful!
Tony quickly pulled Ziva against the wall, placing a hand over her mouth. As he removed his hand he gestured for her to remain silent, With a quick nod towards Abby's lab, and the rather compromising conversation inside, he let Ziva in on his motivation.
"Be gentle, McGee… No, slide it in slowly," Abby protested.
"I'm trying… I can't quite get it in… Damn it! It's not fitting, Abby!" McGee retorted as he grew slightly frustrated.
Abby scoffed as she placed his hand over his, firming his grip, and helping him to guide it in, "It'll fit, McGee. I can feel it."
After a few more aggravated grunts, McGee finally slipped it in with a contented sigh; noting Abby's clear elation of his accomplishment.
"I told you that you wouldn't break it," Abby commented. "And to think, you were gonna give up."
McGee blushed a little, hoping Abby wouldn't notice. "Well, after the last time, I just didn't want to disappoint you again."
Abby gave him an incredulous glare as she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck. "You have never and could never disappoint me, McGee."
McGee's smile clearly widened as she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek for encouragement. He had never in a million years imagined he would be in the position in which he found himself. Especially not with such a unique and beautiful mentor. He let out a contented sigh, to show his feeling of accomplishment.
A look of horror and disgust projected across Tony's face as Ziva tried to stifle her laughter after listening in on their very private conversation. He simply could not take it any more, and he walked straight into the lab, with his hand covering eyes, and Ziva close behind.
"Probie! What the hell's going on here!?" Tony shouted, startling McGee to the point that he fell off of his seat, and pulled Abby on top of him, "On second thought, don't answer that and make yourself decent, man!"
Ziva stood behind Tony, vainly attempting to control her laughter, but the whole situation was too much for her. He still had his eyes cautiously closed, unwilling to actually visualize the scene before him.
Struggling to affect her most authoritative voice, she called out to the pair on the floor, "You should know better, Abby! Get off of McGee."
Abby clambered off of McGee, completely confused by what in the hell Tony and Ziva were going on about. No clues from Tony as he was weirdly covering his eyes. Looking to Ziva she noted the impish smirk pulling at her lips and the mirth it covered.
"Erm… What's going on?" She asked quizzically, "I'm only teaching McGee a little foreplay." Unaware of the meaning Tony was assuming from her statement, Abby waited for an answer.
That was the last straw for Tony, and he ripped his hand away from his face as he began raving before his focus readjusted itself to the room, "Are you crazy?! The least you could do is to keep your sex life a little more private. I mean, it's not like everyone at NCIS needs to hear AND witness every sordid detail, as it happens!"
As his eyes finally focused again, Tony went silent. McGee and Abby stood right in front of him, fully clothed and completely un-mussed. When he looked to his side, he found Ziva still there, trying to reel in her pent up laughter.
Abby looked at him innocently, "I was only teaching McGee the basics for using the mass spectrometer, Tony… What did you think we were doing?"