A/N: Sorry this took a few days. Hope you like it!

Anything in italics is a flashback. F.

As he stared in disbelief at the phone in his hand, it began to ring, startling him into almost dropping it. The caller ID said it was Tony; nervously he pressed the Call Accept button and put the phone to his ear.

"McGee"

"Nice try, Probie. How long did it take you to photo shop that one?"

"Sorry?"

"The picture, McGee, the one you sent me?"

Just then Abby came up to him, her phone in her hand

"Tim, I rang the courthouse and they're closed on weekends- oh, sorry, didn't realise you were on the phone"

"Hang on a sec. Was that Abby?" Tony sounded a little taken aback

"No, Tony, it wasn't" McGee tried to cover

"Oh come on, Probie, that was definitely Abby. Which means... you really did it, didn't you?" he laughed "Wait til Gibbs hears about this!"

"Tony, you wouldn't"

"Try me, McVegas. I'm assuming that's where you are, right? Cause there's a bunch of states without a waiting period but I doubt you can get married in the middle of the night"

"Tony, you can't tell Gibbs"

"Relax, McGee. Hey, is this because of what I said yesterday? Because there's a difference between acting on impulse and acting crazy"

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't remember that? We all went out for a drink after work... I said the reason you never have a date is because you over think things?"

McGee was silent, trying to remember through the fog that surrounded the night before.

"I gotta go, Probie, there's someone at the door. Say hi to your wife for me" he gave a last laugh before hanging up.

...

They sat at a table, Tony, Ziva, McGee, Abby, Ducky and Palmer. Only Gibbs was missing. The bar was crowded; Tony sat watching a small group of young women at the bar. Suddenly he excused himself from the table, going over to the women.

"Ten bucks says he gets shot down" Abby offered.

"You're on" McGee told her.

They looked on as Tony spoke to a pretty blonde for a few minutes before coming back to the table.

"Pay up" Abby smirked. Scowling, McGee pulled out his wallet, handing Abby the promised $10."Tony strikes out more than he'd like to admit" she told him.

"Premature, Probie" Tony stopped him "We're going out to dinner tomorrow night". It was McGee's turn to smirk as he pulled the $10 note back out of Abby's hand. She smacked a second note into his outstretched palm.

"See, McDateless, if you actually go and talk to women, you might have something better to do than write on Saturday nights" Tony went on.

"Hey, I go on dates" McGee defended himself.

"Only after you've thought things to death, Probie. Try acting on impulse for once."

He shook his head, bringing his mind back to the present. How had they gotten from a bar in Georgetown to a hotel in Vegas?

At least he was starting to remember.