"I didn't realize that you were going to get so freaked out about this date…"

Tim jumped in his seat. "Tony, please give me some warning before you come to snoop around over here."

Tony had caught him Google-ing "fun things to do in D.C."

"You've lived here for years; you shouldn't need to Google anything. 35,400,000 hits… Good luck finding something…" he said sarcastically, "Why didn't you just ask me? I know tons of fun stuff to do around here."

Tim glared up at Tony, who was now leaning over his shoulder, perusing the results of his search. "Because I wouldn't hear the end of it if I did. Besides, didn't you think that she's not my type? Or that I'm not her type?"

"That was a long time ago Probie. You've grown since then, matured. You've got a tattoo on your ass," Tony went back to his desk and scribbled something down on a loose piece of paper.

Tim mentally prepared himself for the impact of the paper against his face, but it didn't come. Instead of balling up the paper and tossing it at him, Tony slid the paper across Tim's desk so that it was right in front of him.

"Fogo de Chao?" Tim read aloud, "What is that, a disease?"

"It's a Brazilian restaurant in Penn Quarter. Take her there, and she will never forget it."

Tim did a quick search and found a quick description on a DC tourist website. "'Authentic Southern Brazilian steakhouse featuring 15 cuts of slow-roasted beef, lamb, chicken and pork carved tableside, sumptuous gourmet salad and vegetable buffet, and traditional hot side dishes. Extensive wine list, full bar, decadent deserts.' Sounds… expensive."

"Oh trust me, it is."

Tim crumbled the slip of paper and dropped it into the trashcan beside his desk. "Tony, she's not that kind of girl. She isn't impressed by how much money you spend on things. She likes it when people put effort into what they do."

"Man, you really know her," Tony went back to his desk.

"Well, she's my best friend. I should know her," Tim said quietly, more to himself than as a response to Tony

An hour and half later, Tim printed out a final itinerary. It wouldn't have taken so long if he hadn't needed to actually do some work while he planned; it was worth the trouble though. He was going to make this the best date of Abby's life, even if it was only a fake date to fool Tony.