The Warning Signs
A/N: Here you go, last chapter! I wanna send out a special thanks to everyone who reviewed this story! You guys are awesome!

Abby worked diligently for the rest of the day. She discovered that the more she devoted herself to the job at hand, the less time she had to think about how she was going to tell McGee about the baby. But even the most intricate of tasks didn't keep her attention. Her mind was running through a thousand different scenarios, everything from a simple text to a huge sign on a parade float; nothing seemed right. She knew that any plan she had would go right out the window when he got there anyhow. This whole thing was going to be one big improvisation.

After emailing the results of a chemical analysis to Tony, Abby shot an email to Tim explaining that something had gone awry with a search she was running and asking him to stop down when he had time. Now all she had to do was wait…patiently.

It was almost an hour later when the elevator dinged and McGee's head poked into her lab. "Hey Abs," he greeted.

Abby's head snapped up from the microscope she was using, her eyes landing on the doorway where he stood. Instantly her heart rate doubled. "Hey…Tim."

The use of his first name took McGee by surprise, but he let it go. Probably just a slip of the tongue. "Did you get the search figured out yet?"

"Umm…yeah I fixed it," she said quietly.

"Oh well I guess I'll just head back up—"

"Actually," Abby interrupted, she knew it was now or never, "can we talk—privately—for a minute?"

McGee stepped further into the lab, a worried expression gracing his face. "Something wrong?"

"No," Abby said quickly. "Not really. Just um…do you remember a few weeks ago? When we ran into each other in Georgetown?"

McGee sat at the bar nursing a glass of white wine and waiting. His date was supposed to be there 15 minutes ago. His phone sat on the bar next to his glass, its screen displaying the time as seconds ticked away. He knew she wasn't coming, he just had that gut feeling, but he didn't want to admit that he'd been stood up.

'I'll give her ten more minutes,' he thought. Idly his fingers traced up and down the side of the wineglass as his mind wandered to the case the team had just closed. It was never easy walking away after a case was finished, especially one that involved children. Seeing the Lieutenant Thompson and his wife reunited with their kidnapped daughter had tugged on everyone's heartstrings. Even Ziva had teared up at the reunion, though she was quick to hide it.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Tim's head popped up, his eyes shooting to the stool next to him. "Abby?"

The Goth set her purse down on the bar and took a seat on the barstool. The bartender came over and nodded his head at her silently asking for her order. "Budweiser," Abby requested. She turned to face her companion and was met with a questioning glare. "What?"

"What are you doing here?" McGee asked.

Abby thanked the bartender as he slid a bottle in front of her. "Well I was on a date with that guy, Richard, and let's just say the evening ended early." She took a swig of her drink. "Why are you here?"

Tim sighed and swallowed the last of his wine. "I was supposed to meet someone here, but I guess she's not coming." He looked down at his phone, hoping that maybe he had missed her call or text, but the screen was blank.

Abby smiled softly. "Well then I guess it's fate that I showed up here and now. We can drown our sorrows together." She looked down the bar, waving her hand to get the bartender's attention. "Two shots of vodka please. Top shelf." The bartender nodded and set to work getting their shots. Abby pushed one of the shot glasses toward McGee and held up the other. "To friends, always there when you need them."

McGee eyed the clear liquid in front of him warily. He'd never been one for hard liquor, but tonight he felt like drinking. He picked up the glass and touched it to Abby's in toast. "To good friends."

McGee nodded as the memories flashed before him. Vodka shots…lots of vodka shots. They had left the bar, both completely hammered, taken a cab back to his apartment and spent the night in his bed…and on his couch, writing desk, and in his kitchen. The next morning it looked like a tornado had ripped through his apartment; clothes were strewn everywhere, one of the kitchen chairs was knocked over, and there was a suspicious dent in the wall behind his dresser. He wouldn't admit it, but it was the best sex McGee had ever had. "I remember it…vaguely."

Abby smiled as she too remembered the night. Like McGee, a few parts were blurry, but what she could remember caused her to smile. Even after their relationship had ended Abby's feelings for Tim hadn't disappeared. They had changed, mainly because they needed to in order for them to do their jobs, but they hadn't disappeared completely.

"What's wrong, Abby?"

Her eyes shot up to his, green meeting brown, her nervousness clearly visible in their depths. "I need to tell you something." McGee said nothing, but nodded for her to continue. Abby took a deep breath and forged ahead. "Well we were both pretty drunk, as I'm sure you remember. And when people get drunk sometimes they don't exactly think logically and in the heat of passion we didn't…um we forgot to use protection." A long silence filled the lab with only the sound of Abby's machines constant beeping to fill it. The air seemed to thicken with each passing second, the tension mounting until Abby could no longer take it. "I'm pregnant, Tim."

A small smile formed on McGee's face. "I know."

"You're probably going to freak out now and ask me a million—wait…you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Abby's eyebrows knit together as she attempting to process what he was telling her. "You know?" McGee nodded. "How do you know?"

"You know, I am an investigator. I'm not as clueless as everyone thinks I am," Tim laughed. "You've been moody, eating strange things—"

"I am not eating strange things," Abby interrupted.

"You were eating a Milky Way the other day," he countered.

"Why is that strange? I love chocolate." Abby wasn't sure why she was being so defensive, maybe because she was sure she had been better at hiding it than this, or maybe because it was a good diversion from the issue at hand.

"Milky Ways have nougat in them. You hate nougat," Tim pointed out. Abby's hard expression dropped immediately into a small, sheepish smile. "You've also been gaining weight recently, especially right around here." McGee stepped forward and placed a gentle hand against Abby's abdomen feeling the small, solid mass hiding just below the surface.

Immediately Abby's skin began to tingle beneath his touch. Their eyes met, each searching the other for some sort of clue as to what they were thinking. Slowly her hand came up to cover his, their fingers intertwining slowly.

"When are you due?" he asked.

"March 17."

McGee chuckled. "A St. Patrick's Day baby." Another silence descended. Their hands remained joined on Abby's stomach, McGee's fingers gently massaging the flesh underneath.

"What are we going to do?" Abby whispered her voice shaky with emotion.

McGee's eyes lifted to her face. Abby's eyes were glistening with unshed tears, her teeth biting her lower lip in worry. Her face was tired, her forehead full of worry lines, her makeup slightly smudged like she had put it on haphazardly. A closer inspection would reveal that her ponytails were just slightly uneven and her wrist cuffs were mismatched.

She never looked more beautiful.

Acting on a whim, McGee leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. "We're going to have a baby."

I'm throwing around the idea of adding a few more stories to this strange universe that I have created following Abby's pregnancy and afterwards. What do you guys think?