MARDI GRAS, ABBY STYLE

By Peppe1951

Summary: Tony and Abby go to Mardi Gras and while there run into a free Neal Caffrey. 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.

A/N: I'm taking poetic license with the names of certain New Orleans street names. These names do exist but not at the location I've given them…if you are familiar with the city please forgive me.

Chapter 1

When Tony walked in from the elevator that Monday morning in February he had no idea he would be ultimately walking into a fiasco about to happen.

The first thing he saw was Gibbs and Abby talking at Gibbs desk but the closer he got he realized that it wasn't just talking they were arguing…or at least Abby was arguing and Gibbs was trying to placate her.

"But Gibbs, I always go; why can't I go this time," she asked angrily?

"Abbs, I didn't say you couldn't go just that you can't go by yourself," Gibbs replied patiently.

"I don't need a babysitter," exclaimed Abby.

"Abby, since losing your parents in the car accident last year I'm the closest you have to a father and I don't want you alone during this time. It is going to be even crazier this year!" he said firmly.

Abby seeing that she wasn't going to be able to change his mind said with resign, "Okay, who is my babysitter going to be…you?"

"No, I can't get away just yet," replied Gibbs as he glanced around the bullpen before stopping on Tony.

Tony saw where this was going and mouthed, "NO!" to his boss who ignored it and announced with a smile, "DiNozzo will go with you."

"Ah, boss…don't you think that McGee would rather go with Abby," argued Tony.

"Vance has McGee doing something for him…he can't go…but you can," Gibbs replied sternly as he glared at his senior agent.

"What about Ziva? It can be a girl night out for however long it takes," suggested Tony once again.

Gibbs only glared at Tony as he replied tersely, "I wouldn't want to turn Ziva loose there anytime. You…are…going…with…Abby!"

"Oh, okay," Tony said resigned to his fate, "Where is it that we are going?"

"Mardi Gras in New Orleans!" shouted Abby. "I'll take you to all the good places and we can party, eat out, watch the parades and buy souvenirs," she explained excitedly.

"Mardi Gras? Why didn't you say so in the first place…I've always wanted to go there," replied Tony elatedly as he envisioned how many girls he could meet. "When do we leave?"

"Wednesday at 7pm," replied Abby; who turned around to head back to her lab when Tony asked,

"Great…what to wear, what to wear," babbled Tony as he turned to Abby and asked, "What type of clothing am I'm going to need? I figure on one nice suit but what else, Abbs?" he asked excitedly.

Gibbs cleared his voice but over the excitement that Tony was exhibiting he wasn't heard so he resorted to a more direct approach.

"HEY!" he barked as he got into Tony's and Abby's space forcing them to come to an immediate stop in conversation.

"I have a few things to say about your behavior while you two are down there," he began seriously. "I had better not receive any calls about any of your activities from the local LEO's while you are there. I'm sure you will know what the consequences of that call will be," he added sternly.

"Oh, Gibbs; don't you trust us to behave," teased Abby.

One glare from her silver headed fox was enough to sober her festive mood immediately.

"Yes, sir, we will be angels…won't we Tony?" she replied as she nudged her friend.

Tony nodded as convincingly as he could before returning to his desk. And plan for his holiday down south.

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All too soon it was Wednesday and they were on their way to New Orleans and a Mardi Gras celebration like none other for not only was the city celebrating Mardi Gras but also the New Orleans Saints victory at the Super Bowl. On the flights Abby kept up a constant conversation on Fat Tuesday; the significance of the beads and doubloons thrown from the floats during the parades and finding the baby in the king cake. After all of that Tony was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

As soon s they deplaned and collected their luggage they were off to the hotel that Abby had gotten reservations at. It was The Royal Sonesta Hotel on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. When they arrived at the room Tony looked at the double bed and turned confused to Abby. "I thought you were coming by yourself originally?"

"I was."

"Then why didn't you have only a single bed room?"

"Oh, I did originally have only one bed…but Gibbs said that if he heard of us sharing a bed he would give us a warm welcome when we returned," she explained bluntly.

"Abbs, I would never do anything if we shared a bed."

"Oh, I know…you are like my brother, Tony. But you try telling that to Gibbs."

"I see your point. But how would he find out…I'm surely not going to tell him and I know you wouldn't…would you?"

"I would if he asked…and I can't lie to him. I've tried it before and he has shown his displeasure on my bottom more times than I want to say," Abby explained with a blush.

"Me, too…oh, well, what do we do now?"

"We party!"