Category: (Unrequited) Romance
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Y'all know by now that they don't belong to me.
Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, I know--McGee/Kate? What the hell was I thinking? Don't blame me; blame McGee!Muse. He's the one who wanted the creepy stalkerish thing.
He watches her, sometimes.
He knows he shouldn't watch her. Even if he is technically "off again" with Abby. If either of them ever caught him, Abby would tear his eyes out.
He shouldn't watch her. Not only is she way out of his league, but she could kick (and has kicked) his ass.
Watches his words, watches his step, watches her back. He does these things every day. Carefully, though. Always carefully. If either of their other two male team members ever caught him, they'd tear him apart. Tony, because he can be a jerk sometimes, but he's quite proprietary toward her. Gibbs, because... because everyone knows he watches her, too. And she watches him. Even if neither will admit it.
Not to mention how she'd tear out his heart and eat it for lunch.
But still, he watches her. Watches the fluorescent lights glint off her hair. Watches her smirk at some inane remark made by DiNozzo. Watches her create and destroy universes with a sweep of her pencil.
And when Tony drags Kate away from her desk and toward the elevator, McGee watches them go, her lilting laughter leaving an ache in the pit of his stomach.