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Author's note: Hope you enjoy my first piece of writing please comment if you think something else could be added and I'll see about putting it in also let me know what you think overall. I know this first chapter is short and has not much McAbby but the next one will be longer and their will be a whole chapter for McAbby so don't worry.

When Sparks Fly

Cases and invites

It was eight o'clock yet again the team were working late on the latest case, a bloody murder in an abandoned phyceatric hospital, Private Lenard Richards had been found by two kids who had got into the hospital. Richard's had died two days previous from multiple gunshot and stab wounds. McGee was sitting at his desk typing away on his computer to find out weather or not the asylum had been connected with any military patients when Gibbs entered.

"McGee anything on the Hospital?"

"Uh yer boss place was owned by the armed forces to treat post traumatic stress patients but was closed after budget cuts" McGee quickly finished

"And what about Richards?"

"You want me to check his background boss?"

Gibbs looked impatiently at McGee "No I want you to hop on one foot and slap yourself in the face McGee what do you think!"

"Of-of course you did boss sorry musta slipped my mind" McGee said his ears turning pink he returned to gazing and typing on his computer. Five minutes later McGee's head reappeared above his computer screen.

"Private Richards was single, an only child and his only living relative is his father in Washington D.C, an ex-marine. Richards had a fairly clean criminal record a couple of speeding fines and unpaid parking tickets but nothing to serious. He spent two tours in Iraq with 8th Marine division. A week before getting sent home his patrol was heavily attacked by what were meant to be "friendly" Iraqi soldiers five men killed and three severely wounded Private Richards saved one of the three but the attack seems to have pushed him over the edge and he was sent straight home after being diagnosed with post traumatic stress and sent to the hospital where his body was found he was discharged a week before the hospital closed."

"Good work McGee. Go see if Abby's got the finger print analysis from the body."

"Right boss." McGee replied secretly thanking him for letting him finally see Abby he had something to ask her, but Gibbs had kept him at his desk finding out things about Richards and the Asylum. The elevator doors opened and the familiar sound of incomprehensible music blaring out hit McGee's ear drums. He walked into Abby's lab but couldn't see her, so he walked over to the stereo and turned it off that usually got her to appear.

"McGeeeee why did you turn my music off? It was just getting to the good part" she asked with a child like voice.

"Sorry Abs, Gibbs wants to know how you're getting on with the finger print analysis"

"Ah well come in and take a stand" she said pulling him over to the computer screen "I've found a match but something's hinky. The guy who's finger prints are on the body is apparently dead, died last week in fact had a car crash and is now six feet under. So unless Dr Toby Lower has risen from the dead to become a mind munching zombie he's faked his own death making it now very unkind for us to find him. But that's not all there's another set of prints but It hasn't matched any of the data bases I've searched yet" She said bouncing on her platforms.

"Ah right I'll get started on searching for any connection between Lower and Richards, his relatives and friends. And hurry up with the other set Gibbs wants' to know who they belong to stat." McGee lingered for a while wondering if he should really ask her, he'd been waiting all day and it seemed pointless not to try so he took a deep breath and swallowed.

His tone of voice changed back to being soft and kind "Hey Abs what you doing this Saturday night coming up?"

Abby looked at him questioningly then replied "nothing I suppose just sitting in watching T.V"

"Well I got invited to my old roomies Guy Fawkes Night party and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along with me?" he asked with a pleading look.

"What's a Guy Fawkes Night party? Sounds hinky" she asked with a confused look. At that moment Ducky walked in with an evidence bag.

"Ah Guido Fawkes the man who on November 5th 1605 tried blowing up the houses of parliament with 36 barrels of gunpowder in an attempt to kill king James I. Unfortunately the poor chap was discovered and was tortured, hung, drawn and quartered. Yes very nasty business a martyr to his catholic religion indeed. In celebration for his failed attempt dummy Guys are made and then put on bonfires and fireworks are let off like your 4th of July. But Guy Fawkes Night is a British celebration how do you know about it Tim?" asked Ducky going into as much detail as possible, typical of him.

"I don't. My roomie was British though so Abs will you come" he said turning to Abby with slightly pink ears.

Abby had always loved the way McGee could be read like a book, his cute little way of showing he was embarrassed by the fact his ears turned pink always made her smile. "Sure McGee if it sounds like there's fire and explosions there I'll go with you" she said hugging him with a smile then turning to Ducky "So Ducky wotcha got for me?"

"Bullets. Yes I found them lodged in his shoulder blade and pelvis. There to go with your collection of the ones found scattered around the room and in the street." With that both McGee and Ducky left. McGee walked into the bullpen smiling when Tony walked in and shouted.

"What's up with you McGeek why you are so happy?"

He was completely coved in dust and plaster. Ziva walked in behind him smirking

"Tony you look white as a goat"

"Ghost! Ziva it's white as a Ghost! And so would you if you had just had to crawl across that floor and into the air vents looking for bullets and a knife I mean look at my $270 Enrico Piaceri's their ruined! Its okay babies daddy'll take you home and clean you up good" he said as if talking to a child. He jolted forwards as Gibbs slapped the back of his head.

"First sign of madness, talking to your shoes Dinozzo. What did you find?"

"A knife covered in blood buried under all the rubble in the corned looks like the one used on Richards sent it up to Abby for confirmation and prints boss" he said rubbing the back of his head. Gibbs took a look at the clock then turned to the rest of the team.

"Good well its late you'd all better go home and get some rest. I want an early start tomorrow six o'clock sharp. God help you if you're late" Gibbs walked back to his desk and sat resting on his elbow thinking as he usually did at the start of most cases.