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 3

"Maybe I should go there," Tim suggested.

I would love to see my brother again. It's been months since the last holiday. Then again I don't want to be a burden. "That would be great, but what about work?" I asked hesitantly.

"I got the weekend off. No major computer viruses to search out," he almost sounded happy to get away from work. "I'll call Mom later and tell her my plans. You work out with Roger the best night for him to come to dinner."

"Are you sure, Tim? I really, really like him. I'll be very upset if Daddy kills him," I let myself smile a little.

"I can't guarantee how things will pan out, but so far this is the best way I can think to take it," he paused. "I'll see you Friday after school, Squirt."

"Right. Thanks. Bye," I hung up hoping this would work out.

The next morning Mom was ecstatic about Tim coming to visit. She was a whirlwind of planning and I moaned at the list of chores she handed me to accomplish before his arrival. After all this labor, he'd better come through for me. I really hate housework.

I went to school going over again in my head what I planned to say to Roger. He was waiting by my locker looking as cute as ever.

"Hey Rog. How's things?" I greeted working on my lock combination.

"Better seeing you," he charmed. "So did you talk to your parents about meeting me?"

I rolled my eyes while my head was down in my locker grabbing my books for morning classes. "Not yet. But I was thinking of inviting you for dinner one night this weekend."

"Really?" he was excited.

"Yeah, really. So what night would be good for you?" I tried to sound enthusiastic, but fear and dread dampened it.

He frowned at the tone he heard in my voice, "You don't want me to come over, do you? It's fine. Forget it." His disappointment was like a punch in my gut.

Feeling my chance with him slipping away I reached out and grabbed his arm, "No, I do." I smiled at how that must've sounded. "It's just," how should I put this, "I don't know how my dad will react." Roger had no idea about my dad's dating restrictions and it was much too late to try and explain it now.

"Don't you think he'll like me? I promise to put my best foot forward and not spit out the food, no matter how bad it may taste," he smirked.

I shook my head at his silliness, "The food will be delicious. Mom's a great cook. As a matter of fact she's great at everything. She's quite the perfectionist," I lamented.

"Good to know. I'll be on my very best behavior," he promised.

I swatted at his arm laughing, "Come on I don't want to be late for class." He escorted me there and then turned to the room across the hall for his own class.

"See you soon," his smile cheered me, his hazel eyes twinkled. If nothing else I'd made his day.

The next two days when I got home from school I was cleaning places no one had seen for who knows how long and certainly wouldn't be seen this weekend. It left me just enough time to eat and do my homework.

Friday couldn't have come soon enough. I practically dragged Roger out the school doors knowing Tim would be there to pick me up. He had been leaning against the bike rack, but stood up to greet us. He caught me as I threw myself into his embrace.

"Hi Timmy," I didn't call him that too often, but when I was excited it always came out. "I'm so glad you're here." I turned to point out Roger and introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet you, Roger," Tim shook the younger boys hand pleased to find he offered a firm grip and looked him in the eyes.

"Nice to meet you too," he returned the sentiment.

I was smiling seeing Tim nod his approval.

"Roger's coming to dinner tomorrow night," I told Tim like he didn't know. There was no way I wanted Roger to know my brother was here at my request to help make the meeting with our parents go better.

"Well, I'll be sure to see you then," Tim smiled.

"I have to get going," Roger announced. "I'll call you later Sarah and see you tomorrow at five o'clock."

"Okay, sounds like a plan. Bye," I gave him a quick one armed hug.

He waved to me and Tim and walked off. I stared at his retreating form until Tim tapped me on the shoulder.

"Let's go. I promised Mom I'd get back and help out with dinner."

I rolled my eyes, "You would. I'm just glad I finished up that list of chores yesterday."

He laughed and I couldn't stop myself from joining him as he put his arm around my shoulders, gave me a little noogie and led me to the car.