Title: She's My Brad Pitt
Rating: G
Summary: As his first date with Abby approaches, McGee is faced with a big decision: to tattoo, or not to tattoo? Takes place toward the end of Sub-Rosa.

Author's Note: I had a sudden urge to write Sarah McGee. And this is how it ended up... McAbby fluff. Without the presence of Abby, which is a little odd!

"God, I can't wait for high school to finally be over," Sarah complains, throwing herself melodramatically onto the couch beside me.

I don't pay her any attention – by now I'm used to my little sister's daily dramas. And I have a much more pressing matter to figure out.

"What's that?" she asks, leaning over my shoulder to steal a glance at my notepad. I slam it shut defensively, and she gets an eyeful of the words on the front cover instead. "The Continuing Adventures of L.J. Tibbs? What is it, one of your crappy stories?"

I frown at her, a little stung but trying not to show it. "No, it's not crappy, and yes, it's the outline notebook for my new novel." I think I can actually get somewhere with this one – I already have a ton of ideas and my characters are mostly sketched out.

"Oh, sure, novel. So who did you meet recently called L.J. Ribbs, Gibbs, Bibbs, Jibbs, Nibbs-?"

"Shut up," I interrupt. "I sometimes use the names of people I've met in my fiction, but the personalities of the characters are always completely individual creations."

She snickers. "Yeah, right."

Grabbing the TV remote from my side, she begins to flick through the channels, and I return to my thoughts. I've been trying to puzzle this out for the past few hours – should I get a tattoo?

I haven't been able to get Abby's cheerfully husky voice out of my mind. I've never met her in person, but from the few emails and short phone conversations we've shared, I'm already crazy about her. And tomorrow we're going on our first date.

I can't even believe she said yes, but she did, a smile in her voice as she instructed me to pick her up from her lab. I can't wait to see if she's as gorgeous as she looks in the picture she emailed me.

But one thing Agent DiNozzo said has been bugging me – that if I'd never had the urge to tattoo my buttocks we might as well never speak of her again. I don't wanna be at a disadvantage…

"What're you obsessing over?" Sarah asks, offering me a stick of gum.

Maybe I could do with a female perspective. Declining the gum, I ask, "Would you ever get a tattoo to impress a guy?"

She stares at me, her eyebrows shooting up. "You're dating someone?"

"Just answer the question. Please."

For a second I think she's gonna push it, but instead she chooses to play along in the hopes of gaining more information. "Depends on the guy. Just some random boy I had a crush on? Not a chance. Brad Pitt? In a heartbeat."

I think about it. I've never felt this way about a girl before. Getting a tattoo is a pretty permanent move, but it wouldn't be in a place just anyone could see, and if it helps my chances with Abby…

"She's my Brad Pitt," I tell Sarah slowly, making up my mind. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get my butt tattooed, and I'm gonna do it today, before I lose my nerve. "Thanks, Sarah."

She grabs my arm as I try to stand, smiling expectantly. "So, tell me about her!"

"Trust me," I reply, shrugging out of her grip, "if things go the way I want them to, you'll meet her."

As I leave the room, bound for the computer to check for the nearest tattoo parlours, she sighs and gives up. "You suck, Tim! When I meet her, I'm gonna show her all your embarrassing baby pictures!"

I love my sister, but sometimes I really wish I was an only child.