Tony stirred from a disturbing sleep; he shook himself and went to shower, but the dream or bete noire or was it a déjà vu, made him shiver. It wasn't like he owned a tux or dinner suit as Ducky would so Britishly have said, father did…. "Oh my God" he thought "I've turned into my father overnight," as he looked in the mirror. "Damn, I knew those Woo Woo's were so good, they were bad. What was in it again, oh yes Vodka, peach schnapps and cranberry juice."

"But come on," he shouted at his image "A tux….."as he now stepped into the cubicle, before giving out a scream….it was all coming back to him now.

-oOo-

The previous afternoon, both Abby and Delilah had been discussing an evening with a difference, "I know, that it needs to be something that you can participate in too…..not that you haven't tried the skydiving or the sled hockey but you know something….ok," as Abby sighed, "Something I and the boys could do."

"Are you going to ask Tony to join us?" Delilah had enquired.

"Well I suppose he is one of us, and I could always ask if he wants to bring someone along, but I think we need drinky poos first to kick it about….so to speak, if you get my drift Delilah, not that I would expect you to kick anyone, but me right now as I'm digging myself in deep," as she saw her friend smile and nod her head.

"Drinks, after work, I'm so in," Tony had agreed, "Nothing like Friday run down for the weekend."

The venue arranged, the four left the building, Burt was to meet them there, Jimmy sighed as he reminisced on past Friday get togethers, "That was of course, before I was married and an expectant father." The group just nodded.

"Give my love to Breena," Abby had replied giving Jimmy a kiss, as they got into the elevator.

-oOo-

The bar tender had brought over a pitcher; there had been 5 of them, Abby and her new beau, the park ranger by the name of Burt Moore, Tim and Delilah and Tony. Yes, Tony, the gooseberry or the spare pri** at a wedding as Ducky again would have said but as Burt poured, Tim's cell rang.

"Sarah, what's up?" as he listened to his sister before answering, "Sure come along and throw it past us….where are we? Usual drinking den Sarah, round the corner from the Navy Yard…..ok see you in 10," as Tim now closed his cell. "Sarah, she has a proposition to put to us," as he sipped the drink.

-oOo-

The door opened and Sarah looked about, oh yes there was her brother. Since graduating, she had got a job as a journalist, freelance but had been more recently been working for the Stars and Stripes, the headquarters being in Washington D.C. and as a writer for some woman's magazines, the short 10minute coffee time stories, but to supplement her income did a little teaching in the evenings at her old collage of Waverley, as a substitute teacher in English, the Bachelor of Science in Journalism had come in handy.

But it was something that was said at the Stars and Stripes that made Sarah think. She had asked the Dean if it would be possible to run a Charity Casino Night, at the College for the charity, Intrepid Fallen Heroes. He had agreed, but now she needed her brother's help in a little organising, and what theme.

What theme? Difficult, so another pitcher of drink was ordered and then another. By this time Tony was becoming slightly woozy and light headed. All he could hear were the words, detective or a special agent and then his own words as he lifted his glass and toasted Sarah, "Here's looking at you kid."

"Tony, that was Rick Blaine in Casablanca," Delilah had replied.

"Ok, who should I go as?" Tony slurred in a Scots voice.

"I think you just answered your question, Bond, James Bond," Abby laughed, "Well he is an Agent an OO agent, so Special, just like our Tony."

"And Tim, you could go as Agent McGregor, and I'll be Amy Sutton," Abby added looking at Tim, "But Delilah, who could you be?"

"Ironside, but he was a bloke," Tony slurred.

"I believe there is a Hanne Wilhemsen, she is a wheelchair-bound retired police inspector in a book by Norwegian Anne Holt, but then that character was a lesbian, so not suitable," Burt had added.

"Hey, this is make believe, and fictional characters, I'll do it," Delilah had replied, "But who you going to dress as?"

"Magnum or Jim Rockford," Burt questioned shrugging his shoulders.

"So there we have it," Sarah announced, "Brother, you're McGregor with Amy, not sure if that comes over right but I'm cool with it, Delilah you're Hanne if you are fine with that, I'll be Nancy Drew I think, and Tony," as everyone looked at Tony now slumped against the wall of the alcove, "Is James Bond. Tony," as Sarah prodded Tony in the ribs, "You're James Bond right?"

"And you are wearing a tuxedo Tony, just l as if you were, you know, as if you were in a casino and drinking cocktails," Tim smiled slyly.

"Whatever, can we go home now?"