Wow it's hard to stay in character when you're writing for them in completely different scenarios to what we normally see. Sorry if this doesn't seem quite right but a drunk McGee is going to be hard to write I'm guessing… well stay tuned! Hopefully I'll have another chappie up tomorrow.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Tony thought as he walked into one of his favourite clubs with McGee in tow. Getting him to come was easy enough. Even McGee couldn't turn down unlimited free drinks and beautiful women. Of course, Tony had to mention that one such beautiful woman was a certain Abby Sciuto.

"Tony, are you sure Abby said she'd be here?" he asked as he followed him into the busy club.

"Sure I'm sure! She'll be here later," Tony yelled over the loud music.

OK so it was one white lie – he'll never remember it when he's drunk in half an hour.

They took a seat at the bar and Tony ordered their drinks – something strong for McGee and something fairly light for himself.

"Hey Tony! Haven't seen you here in weeks," the bartender, Dave, called to him.

"Ahh yeah, just needed some down time. You know how it is."

"Yeah mate, I know. Charlotte's working out back if you wanted to say hi."

"Thanks. See you later."

Tony led McGee through to a quieter part of the club and sat at his usual spot near the far wall.

"Tony baby!" a tall blonde approached them eagerly and planted herself in Tony's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a friendly hug as McGee looked on in shock and curiosity.

"Hey Charlotte."

"Where've you been? I haven't seen you in weeks!"

"Oh, you know, around…" Tony said vaguely as Charlotte stood back up.

"That agent been keeping you away again?"

"Um, yeah. Hey Charlotte I want you to meet a mate of mine, Timothy McGee."

McGee nodded and said hello.

"You're cute. I'll bring you another drink," she winked at him and went to the bar. McGee blushed.

"Was she- I mean… you and-"

"No McGee. Charotte's just a good friend."

McGee gave him a look that said he didn't quite believe him.

"I'm serious. Nothing's ever happened between us, and never will. She's just like that with everyone really. She's a great friend. You've got Abby, I've got Chazza," he shrugged and downed his drink. McGee did the same and tried not to react to the burning in his throat.

"But you just said you weren't interested," McGee murmured.

"Probie, let me give you a bit of advice. We all know you're head over heels for Abby so just make a move already. Face it; you've got nothing to lose."

"How about my dignity when she rejects me?" he said miserably.

"What dignity?" Tony grinned. "As I said - nothing to lose."

Charlotte dropped their drinks onto the table and shimmied away to another booth.

"Let me give you a little advice Tony. Listen to your own advice."

Tony ignored his comment purposefully and grinned over at a blonde girl at the bar. Probie doesn't know what he's talking about.

McGee took a deep breath and took a large mouthful of his next drink. He ignored the dizzy feeling he experienced and stared at all the people dancing. He scanned the room for Abby, but somehow he knew she wouldn't come. It didn't seem to matter right now anyway. Even if she were standing right before him, it wouldn't change anything.