That night, after we had returned from the office, I was sitting in my room, brushing my hair out. I was wearing an ocean blue sweater and a black pencil skirt with some purple suede flats. My uncle knocked on the door.
"You look pretty,"
"Thank you," I put my brush down and pulled my wavy chestnut and auburn hair back with a headband.
"This for your date with McGee?"
"Yes, Uncle, do you mind?"
"No. I think he's just your type, actually. Now, if you were going out with DiNozzo, I'd disown you." That made me laugh.
"I'd never go out with Tony, Uncle,"
"Good." Instead of smacking me on the back of the head, he leaned over and kissed me on the top of the head. "I'll let you know when he's here."
"Thank you, Uncle,"
"You're welcome." He left and I heard him go downstairs. I put some gold earrings that Uncle had given me in, and a locket that Ducky had given me.
"Bren!" Uncle called. "McGee's here!" I took a deep breath and picked up my Ed Hardy purse and went downstairs. As I came down the