A/N: Love me some NCIS/McAbby! :D

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McGee frowned as he held two ties, one royal blue and one dark red, up to his black collared dress shirt. In his opinion, they both looked fine but according to his little sister, Sarah, girls paid a lot of attention to that sort of thing.

"Sarah?" he yelled down the hall to where she was watching TV in the den.

"The red one," she called back.

He smiled a little has he put on the tie. He'd been asking for his sister's advice all day. She was visiting, which she had been doing a lot more lately.

Normally he'd leave her well enough alone, but today was different. It was his first date with Abby. McGee was a little nervous; he hadn't been on a date in what felt like eons. He wasn't sure how it was going to go, either. He didn't really know much about her, only that she was Goth and she had some tattoos. Not his usual taste in women, he usually dated girls like himself. MIT graduates. Writers. Probies. Certainly not ones who slept in coffins (though McGee was pretty sure Tony was yanking his chain when he told him this).

But she sounded sweet and cute and she was funny. This was enough for Tim.

He looked at his watch. 1713. Abby would be here in a while. She insisted on picking him up, saying that they were going to a place that was a surprise, but she was sure he'd like it. He could only imagine all of the freaky places she knew about.

Checking himself out in the mirror in his bathroom, he smiled. He looked good… except for the fact that he was barefoot. "Sarah? Have you seen my brown shoes? I could've sworn I just had them…"

She appeared at the bathroom entry. "You're looking spiffy today, Timmy."

"Thank you, Sarah, but I need my brown shoes. Abby's gonna be here in—" he glanced at his watch again— "13 minutes, and I can't find them."

"I know. I hid them."

He just stared at her. "What?"

"I hid the brown shoes. They totally do not go with your outfit and I knew you'd want to wear them. You always want to wear them. Your black loafers, however, are waiting comfortably in your closet crying out, 'Wear us! Wear us!'"

He blinked. "You hid my shoes… because I wouldn't match?"

She nodded and he couldn't help but smile a little. "You're a piece of work, you know that?"

"Well, Timothy, I do try my hardest."

They both turned their heads as a loud buzzing noise came from the front of Tim's apartment. His eyes widened as he checked his watch. "That's Abby! She's not supposed to be here for eight minutes!"

"Oooh, eight minutes," Sarah said sarcastically as she wandered out to open the door.

"I'm barefoot! I can't go on a date with no shoes!" He ran quickly to his closet. "And my black shoes are not in my closet!" Rushing from room to room, the only shoes he could find were his worn, beat-up red Chuck Taylor All Star Converse.

"Hi… who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just Timmy's fiancée Debbie. Who are you?"

Pulling his shoes on frantically, McGee ran out of his room and into the main living area. "I'm here… and not engaged!" He pushed Sarah out of the way of Abby. "This is my sister, Sarah. I swear."

Abby looked beautiful. She had a strapless black dress with a bright red sweater. Smiling, she pointed to his tie. "Hey! We match!"

Sarah leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You're welcome."

He smiled and walked out of the apartment with Abby following. Just before they were out of hearing distance, Sarah heard Abby say, "Nice shoes, McGee!"

She smirked and peered under the couch, where she had hidden every pair of shoes he owned but the Converse. "You are very, very welcome, Tim."