Oh, brothers!

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Warning: Will contain spanking in this story.

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While the team was out on the case, Abby headed to the local mall. She had never really been the mall type person before, she always ordered her clothes off the Goth sites online. "Wow, these places are scary" Abby said to herself as she ventured into her first store.

Two hours later, Abby exited the mall, bags in hand, ready to try a new style. Next stop was the hair salon, as much as she loved her hair it was time for her to grow up and be a woman. It took over a hour for the stylists to 'correct' Abby's choice in hair color. Boy, were the boys going to be surprised.

Processing the dead body took longer than Tony had anticipated, he had been hoping to get back to base and finish the search for the scum who had hurt Abby. But instead, it was well after dark before they returned and by that time all had left. But, never the one to miss and opportunity, Tony grabbed McGee by his coat," Hey, no one is here, let's take a deeper look into the online life of one Abby Scuito."

"Good idea Tony, that way no one can sneak up and see…."

"See what McGee…." Gibbs asked as he came around from behind the cubicle and sat his coffee on his desk. He had a gut feeling that these two are up to something, he just had to pin it down.

"Uh… Boss..see that…" McGee was struggling, trying to find a quick cover.

"I don't want others to see that I really do work, I don't want my image as a carefree, but talented agent ruined. Someone catching me actually doing work after normal hours might realize that I am not as carefree as I pretend to be?" Tony's voice creaked a little as he finished the statement.

"Wouldn't want to hurt that image now would we?" Gibbs said with a sense of frustration in his voice. He could tell Tony was lying, but before he busted him he wanted to know why. Not many got to see the true Tony, he was not the playboy he put on to be, he was actually a very smart, astute young man.

"Nope boss, girls don't dig the nerdy, do gooder. Just look at the last time Mclonely here had a date."

"Hey.. I am sitting right here Tony." McGee stated. Big brother always picking on little brother, never meaning to hurt, just prod, was how these two worked.

"Well, shut it down, head home. Need to start early tomorrow, so go rest. Now!" Gibbs tone was one that said don't argue with me.

"Oh, OK, let me just finish this, save it and close it down. Done!" McGee stood up, grabbed his bag and scribbled a quick note. As he passed Tony's desk he slapped it on the desk, "don't forget to bring this to the movie viewing tomorrow night."

"Got it McGee, don't need to be reminded like a child."

At that remark, Gibbs raised his brow and shook his head. "Sometimes Tony, I wonder."

Early the next morning, Gibbs was eager to see if Abby had received all the evidence from the night before. Stepping off the elevator, the first thing he noticed was the lack of heavy garbage music. Something was not right here, quickening his steps to see what was going on he stopped in his tracks at what stood before him. Someone new was in Abby's lab and if one thing he did not like was being surprised. "Who sent you here and where is Abby Scuito?" Gibbs said in a totally ticked off tone. But instead of answering the unknown person started to giggle and her shoulders started to shake. "Do you think this is a laughing matter, I demand an answer…"

"GIIIIBBBBSSS, it's me.!" Abby said as she turned to face her first critic. Gone was the goth clothing, replaced with business slacks and silky shell. No more 3 inch black boots, they were replaced with gray pumps, but the most dramatic was her hair. Gone was the black pigtails, now stood Abby with shoulder length, caramel brown hair, cascading in curls around her face. She no longer looked like his little girl, instead there stood someone he did not know.

"Well, Gibbs you could close your mouth before you catch flies, I mean there are no flies in here, it is just a southern expression, but you could at least close your mouth and make some sort of noise. I mean, what do you think?" Abby turned a full circle, letting Gibbs see every angle of her new appearance.

"What the hell happened?" Gibbs could not believe that she would do such a drastic change with out at first talking to him.

This was not the response she expected from her 'dad'. Feeling shocked and hurt, Abby ran past Gibbs and locked herself into her inner office. Tears flowing freely down her face, Abby couldn't figure out why no one liked anything she did with herself. Bryan, her date didn't like the Goth, and now Gibbs hated this. She didn't know what to do.

"Abby, …Abs.." Gibbs was banging on the Plexiglas door. "I'm sorry; you just caught me off guard."

"I-I-I must re-re-really be bad for you to-to-to break your own rules." Abby said in between sobs.

Gibbs, realizing that she was too upset to be reasoned with, turned to walk out the door and get Ziva to see if she could figure out what was going on with his Abby. On the way out he noticed a yellow legal pad with Abby's Pro and Con list. Picking it up and reading it, he was struck by a sense of hurt. Someone had hurt Abby and he now was putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

Would his 'kids' ever learn to come to him when they need something instead of trying to fix everything themselves, he now had a gut feeling what those two boys were up to. He just hoped his gut was wrong, they were already going to be punished for lying to him; he just hoped they wouldn't do anything stupid before he could stop them.

Last night, Tony had seen the name and address of the creep McGee had traced. He knew McGee was thinking they would meet tonight and make a plan of attack, but Tony was never the patient one. Plus, McGee would be in less trouble if he didn't participate any further. He had driven over to the address and had sat there, waiting for this scumbag to come out of his house. Knowing he would be late to work, he called Ziva to cover for him. It was late morning when the man exited his house. Tony had been so intent on watching the front of the house, he failed to notice the silver haired man walk up and lean against the side of the car.

"Come, on man, make my day." Tony muttered to himself, waiting to confront this man face to face.

Not one to miss this chance of exacting a little Italian revenge, Tony quickly exited his car and started to walk across the street. He didn't get 3 steps when he felt a familiar grip grab his elbow and a steely low voice whisper into his ear." I wouldn't do this if I was you Tony."

"Well, boss glad I'm not you then." Tony only had one thing on his mind and that was just to let this man know that no one messes with his sister. Tony tried to jerk his arm away from Gibbs, intent of following through with his plan, but the ex-marine still had an iron grip.

"Tony, turn around now and get in the car now." Gibbs voice was a little louder but, not at full force.

"But, Boss…"

"That is an order Dinozzo. Get in the car, NOW! OR else I will give this whole street a preview of how upset DAD is right now. Am I clear?"

"Crystal." Tony yanked his arm and headed towards his car.

"Nope wrong car, mine."

Tony gulped loudly, looking Gibbs in the eyes, he realized just how much trouble he was in, and this just might his last comfortable ride for a while.