A/N: disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of the characters from there. I just lend them for this story.
-Just Like You-
Flashback
"Tony what are you doing?"
"Relax, Timmy-the Worrier. It's just a beer. ONE beer."
"You do know Dad wouldn't approve."
"Yeah kid, and so wouldn't Grandpa Jack or Grandpa Mike but it's one beer."
"Are you sure what you are doing here Tony?"
"It's fine. Don't worry." Tim didn't look convinced but headed back upstairs to Jamie and Tony sighed relived. The last thing he wanted was for his little brother to start picking up on his new habit. It had once again started with his Dad getting some big case with a lot of paperwork after that. Tony had as usual not dealt too well with the situation and had in a moment of extreme weakness said yes to an offered beer. That was three beers before this one. Those three had happened on various parties or hangouts with his friends, he hadn't actually been stupid enough to drink more than one since going home drunk really wasn't an option. His Dad still made a point of coming home in time to kiss them good night each day and the last thing Tony wanted to do then was smell of beer. Especially since his Dad was a bloodhound and could smell alcohol a mile away. Or at least he used to. Now that Tony and Tim did laundry, Tony's beer stained shirt had slipped into the washer without questions. His curfew breaking homecoming times and the book bag left to its destiny were also ignored after Tony ignored the raised eyebrow his brother sent him the first time. They both knew their Dad wouldn't like it and they both also knew why Tony did it in the first place.
Their Dad had to work late tonight too so he had suggested that both boys have a sleepover over at Luke's and Jamie's place. What he didn't know though was that the parents had agreed to go out for a bit, leaving the teenagers in charge for a couple of hours. He didn't know either that it wasn't only the two pairs of brothers, but more than a few of Luke's friends as well. And beer. The beer he definitely did not know about.
Tony stared down at the beer in his hand lost in his thoughts until a sudden voice yelled from the kitchen.
"Shit! It's five to ten guys! Get going on the cleaning. My Parents will be here in less than five minutes". Tony was the first one that sprang to action. He quickly grabbed a couple of beer cans and shoved them into a plastic bag that had been thrown in his general direction by a now bit more somber Luke Andrews. Sharing a look with one of his most longtime friends Tony put up a new speed, checking the rest of the first floor for beer cans while the other guys perfected the living room. Finding what he was looking for Tony quickly grabbed the bags and headed for the trash can in the driveway, knowing it would look least suspicious if the parents caught him since he was known for being a well raised kid.
Tony had just stowed away the last bags when Luke's parents pulled into the driveway. Popping a breath mint in at that moment, Tony took a few seconds before going to greet them.
"How was the hang out?" Kirsten Andrews asked.
"It was really nice, thank you for letting us do it" Tony responded with his best flashing smile.
"No problems kid, we trust you and Luke to not do anything stupid and look after Tim and Jamie while we are gone" Matthew Andrews answered, flashing Tony a smile of his own. "Besides it gives us a bit of a breathing room. You know Luke, to get him to watch Jamie for five minutes is a miracle. With you here he seems to have managed three whole hours."
Tony nodded noncommittally and made his way back into the house for the first time taking in the difference of the space. It was now clean and only two other friends remained in the house in front of the TV. The rest had clearly made their way out through the backdoor not wanting to risk meeting the parents. The day had taken its toll on Tony though, so he was relieved when Luke's parents immediately requested the two others to make their way home which meant that he could head up to bed.
Flashback ending
"What the hell are you two Gibblets doing here? No wait, I don't even want to know. Get into the car. NOW!" Tony winced at the tone, now wishing they had headed the other way and taken cover in somebody's garden when they first saw the car. He quietly helped his brother into the car, something that wasn't as easy as he would have wanted.
"Dad's not home" Tony mumbled quietly as he threw himself into the backseat.
"Then we'll wait Smarty Pants." Tony actually liked the sound of that since he might actually have time to sober Tim up a little.
"Technically we haven't done anything wrong" Tony stated after they had driven in silence for a while.
"You haven't changed at all."
"What do you mean by that?" Tony asked, a little offended.
"You take your brother to a party and let him get drunk and then you wonder why I don't think you've changed at all?!" Fornell said with a small shake of the head.
"I didn't let him do anything, he followed me!"
"Yeah, like that's gonna matter to your father. Good luck with that explanation. Wouldn't want to be in your shoes though."
"Shouldn't you be at home annoying your own daughter?"
"I would have if nutcase one and nutcase two here wouldn't have been stupid enough to choose friends that throw parties that gets FBI involved."
"You don't know anything." Tony answered back. He wasn't in the mood to get insulted, it being Fornell just made it worse and he felt a headache starting.
"Well enlighten me then." Tony stubbornly stared out the window instead of replying like requested. "Hey! I told you to start talking!" Tony raised his eyebrows at that but kept quiet.
"Tooooony…" Tim suddenly moaned gaining Tony's immediate attention.
"What kid?!"
"I'm not feeling so good…" Fornell swore and stopped the car with shrieking tires before quickly getting out to open Tim's door at the last second. As soon as the door was open Tim leaned outside and threw up. Right at Fornell's blank shoes. The swearwords that echoed in the night weren't any Tony ever would want to repeat in front of their father, or anybody for that matter.