Author's note: Ok, so I know I already have one WIP, which I haven't posted on in a while. I was hoping to have another chapter of 'Internal Damage' posted by now, but I haven't written another yet... here's why

Some of you might have heard of the massive flooding in Toowoomba, the Lockyer Valley, Ipswich and Brisbane in Queensland, Australia over the last few days. I live in Toowoomba, and was on my way back from Brisbane when the flash flooding hit Toowoomba. Two of my friends and I were cut off from home, stranded at a roadside McDonalds. We decided to stay and wait til the Toowoomba road reopened rather than turn around and go back to Brisbane. Eventually the road to Brisbane was cut too, the McDonalds flooded briefly (scary, btw), and then we were taken to an emergency shelter. It took us 3 days to get home from Brisbane, which is normally a 90 minute drive. We finally got home around 6 hours ago.

While it was all going down, I had a whole bunch of time spent sitting and waiting for something to change, so I wrote this on my iPhone. Formatting might be screwy subsequently

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc.

McGee sighed as he unlocked his front door. It had been a gruelling two days, made tougher by the absence of Gibbs- he was in Stillwater, visiting his father. McGee had drunk almost as much Caf-Pow in the last two days as Abby, trying to crack a particularly difficult encryption on their suspect's hard drive. But it was Friday, they didn't have the weekend duty, they'd finally wrapped up the case they were working on and the caffeine high was definitely wearing off. All McGee wanted now was a good 12 hours of sleep.

He dumped his backpack by the door and headed for the bathroom. He took a long shower, letting the hot water work some of the tension out of his muscles, then collapsed into bed. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The sound of his cell phone ringing woke him. He'd had- he checked the time- just over 2 hours sleep. This had better be good. He picked up the phone from where it sat on the nightstand, squinting at the caller id. He raised an eyebrow at the number. Abby. That was odd. Abby barely spoke to him anymore, and he couldn't remember the last time she called.

"Hello" There was silence at the other end. Maybe she was just pocket dialling?

"Hello? Abby, are you there?" he waited for a second with no response. He was about to hang up when he heard a small voice at the other end of the line

"Ti-Timmy?" she was sobbing.

"Abs, what's wrong?" he was immediately worried. It took a lot to make Abby cry

"I- I need help... there was a fire, and-and" she starting sobbing harder

He threw back the blankets and swung his legs around

"Abs, calm down. Where are you?"

"My building"

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Just stay there"

He broke the connection, not giving Abby a chance to reply. He stood up and grabbed the clothes that he'd shed on his way to the shower a few hours earlier, pulling them on as quickly as he could while heading for the front door.

He got in his Porsche and started it, gunning the engine as he pulled out of the parking lot. Now was the time to drive like Gibbs.