Drunk (Another NCIS/White Collar story)

By Peppe1951

Summary: After a successful ending of a case that took Tony and Gibbs to New York City, Tony relaxes in the bar and meets up with Neal Caffrey who is trying to forget Kate….after a while Gibbs is called to collect two very drunk young men….and he is not happy. Warning: Disciplining of an adult. Don't like? Don't read! Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to CBS and Paramount and White Collar belongs to USA;I only write about them.

Chapter 1

"Man," muttered Tony as he entered the hotel's bar. He was pissed at Gibbs who had the nerve to tell him that he had better not get drunk. All he had said was that what he really needed to unwind was a drink or two and the man had interjected with,

"I had better not get a call from you saying that you are drunk and need someone to get you back to your room. IF you do I will not be happy and you know how I deal with that type of unhappiness."

"I know, I know; but all I'm going to do is get a couple of drinks…you know to unwind," insisted Tony before exiting the room.

"And of course, we couldn't get two rooms…no we have to share," Tony continued to fume. It was then that he noticed a familiar figure hunched over a drink at the end of the bar…Neal Caffrey.

"Neal...buddy," greeted DiNozzo as laid his hand on Caffrey's shoulder.

Neal jumped up startled as he recognized DiNozzo. "W-where is G-Gibbs," he asked with alarm.

"Oh, he's upstairs…why?"

"Because of him Peter has initiated the same discipline plan that your boss uses on you…I haven't been so sore since I was a child," he admitted.

"Oh, I'm sorry man…is that why you are drinking now?"

"Partly…Peter won't let me continue my search for Kate and whenever I even look like I'm doing something underhanded he hauls me over a table and whips my butt. I don't even want to thank what he's going to do when he finds out that I stole that painting and made a copy of it. I thought that if I was numb enough from drinking that it won't hurt as much," confided Neal.

"Burke is going to beat your butt…you will be lucky if you can sit a month from now…why did you do it?" asked Tony.

"Well, the painting was her grandmother's to begin with and the museum knew it but decided to ignore the fact and keep the painting…I just wanted the right person to get it…so I stole it from the ones that stole it from her home and made a copy of it which was returned to the museum and I took the original back to it correct owner," explained Neal as he took another swallow.

"That doesn't sound bad," remarked Tony as he down his drink and asked for another.

"Yeah, but I bet Peter won't see it that way…the way I did it that is. Why are you here?" asked Neal as he took in Tony's drinking. "I thought you couldn't drink while on duty."

"Oh, we came up to close a case and I'm off clock now so I can drink if I like, no matter what Gibbs said," replied Tony sullenly.

"Let me guess, your Boss told you not to drink?"

"No, he said not to get drunk. Can you believe it, he thinks I'm going to overdo it and get drunk," groused Tony as he finished his second drink, and ordered another.

"Just how many drinks does it take to get you drunk?" asked Neal as he, too ordered another drink.

"Oh, I don't know five or sith," Tony said as he began to slur his words.

"Bt the way, I'm sorry that my escape caused you and Tim to get punished by your boss," apologized Neal.

"Gibbs told you what would happen if you tried anything?" asked Tony.

"Yah, but I didn't believe he would actually do it…boy was I wrong," admitted Neal wincing as he remembered that spanking from Gibbs….his first in too many years to count.

Tony nodded with sympathy, he too remembered his first at Gibbs hand, "Hey don't worry about it…Tim and I should have been more diligent while you were under our care…we let the ball drop on you but thanks to Gibbs and his method of helping you remember it won't happen again."

And so the two continued to talk and drink until the bartender called a stop.

"That's it…no more for you two," Mike said to the intoxicated men.

"Aww, just one more," pleaded Tony as a phone began to ring. Tony and Neal looked at each other before the bartender approached to say, "Hey that is your phone that is ringing," as he pointed to Neal.

"Oh," Neal murmured as he picked up the phone and attempted to speak,

"Hell….hello?...oh…Hi Peter," he began before the phone was unceremoniously yanked from his hand.

"Hey!" Neal cried out indignantly as he turned to see who had taken his phone only to discover a very pissed off Leroy Jethro Gibbs and he quiet down pulling Tony around to see who was here. "Psss…Tony…your boss is here."

"Uh…oh yeah."

Gibbs ignored the two and turned his attention back to the phone. "Burke? Yeah it is me…yeah he is here with my agent…drunk as a skunk…both or them. I'll handle it just come to my room…that is Room 210 and then we can sort them both out," and hung up.

"You two with me…NOW!" he barked angrily.

That got Tony and Neal on their feet at least but not much more.

"Oh hell," muttered Gibbs as he grabbed both by an arm and stalked off pulling the two along with him.