THE RIGHT TIME
By
Ashleigh Anpilova
Set after Cloak.
Tim makes a decision.
An established relationship story.
Written: November 2008. Word count: 300.
It was the right time. It was the perfect time.
Well maybe not quite 'perfect' but then would there ever be a perfect time?
He doubted it.
But it felt right. It felt more than right.
She had called him 'Timmy' and told him how sweet it was that he'd been worried. She hadn't pulled away when he'd kissed her, not at all. She'd seemed to like him kissing her.
Taking a deep breath and determined not to take 'no' for an answer he went down to her lab.
The door once again stood open for anyone to walk in.
He walked in. Then he closed the door and locked it.
"McGee?" She turned and looked at him, puzzlement clear on her face. "What are you -"
"Call me Tim." He made it an order.
Her eyes widened and she smiled. "Okay, Timmy, what are you -"
"I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. Then you're coming home with me and we're getting back together. Just you and me. No one else. I won't see anyone else and you won't. This is it, Abby, you and me forever."
Her eyes widened even more. "Are you proposing to me, Timothy?"
He swallowed.
Was he?
Yes, he was.
It was the right time. It was the perfect time.
He nodded. "Yes," he said. "Yes. Yes, I am. Abigail Sciuto, will you marry me?"
He held his breath and waited.
Waited as she continued to stare at him.
Waited as she twirled one of her pigtails.
Waited until he couldn't wait any longer.
"Well?" he demanded. "Well, Abby, will you marry me."
She smiled. "Of course, Timmy," she said, bouncing across the room and into his arms. "Of course I will." Her mouth found his.
It was the right time. It was the perfect time.
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