DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS

A/N: A sequel of sorts to "Not So McPerfect: A Little Sister's Story

Measuring up to an Overachiever: A Not So McPerfect Story

Chapter 2

"Oh Tim! I'm so glad you called," I answered the phone knowing it was him.

"Calm down Sarah," he could hear the panic rising in my voice. "Just tell me what's going on."

I loved when he got that 'take charge' tone in his voice. Some thought he was being bossy, but I knew he wanted me to focus and trust him. So I did. I took a deep breath and put my trust in Tim.

"I need you, Tim. Well, at least your advice. See I've been kinda seeing this boy, Roger."

"Wait a minute, Sarah. By 'sorta seeing', do you mean dating?" he didn't sound any happier than our dad was going to.

Sheepishly I hung my head. Though he wasn't able to see me, I still tried to hide the guilt on my face, "Yes, but…"

He interrupted, "No. Hold on there. You know you shouldn't be sneaking around. It'll only get you into trouble. I don't just mean trouble with mom and dad."

"What," I was incredulous, "trouble with you?"

"No," I could hear the deep breath he was taking to calm himself and thinking of how to word his next sentence. "I'm talking about you."

Now I was confused. "How can I be in trouble with myself? I don't know what you're talking about."

"That's because you're too young. Making it even more evident you shouldn't be out 'seeing' anyone."

"Look, Tim," I was getting rankled. "Roger is really nice. We've just hung out with our friends. Once we went for ice cream. He hasn't even tried to hold my hand." I hoped I wasn't going to die of embarrassment. Then I thought how worse this conversation would be if Roger and I had kissed.

Tim was quiet for a moment, "He sounds like a decent kid."

I snorted at the 'kid' remark. Of course my big brother would still think of me as a kid.

He continued, "You know dad won't care how nice this Roger is."

"That's why I wanted to talk to you. 'This' Roger wants to meet the folks. What am I going to do?" I couldn't stop the panic from rising in me again.

"Hm…" He does sound like a nice kid, Tim thought, but what about Dad? What do I advise Sarah?

"You still there Tim?" I asked. He was so quiet I wasn't sure he hadn't hung up.

"Yes. I'm still here. I'm not sure what the right answer is," he confessed.

My world started spinning. If he couldn't help me, I was in trouble.