Andi
WARNING: There is always going to be some form of discipline in my stories. There will be times of talk of spanking or actual spanking.
UPDATE: I have made Andi a little younger. To be a young woman, I have given her the age of 45 at this point, but you'll have to picture Gibbs a little younger. I don't want him to be more than 15 years older her. I see a 50 year old as a young woman, but I guess it depends on the reader's perspective. A 75 year old woman sees a 50 year old woman as a young woman. LOL!
***Gibbs may seem a little OC at times, but we are all used to seeing him in the bullpen or out in the field and not so much in a relationship.
***I have not given up on the Holiday Series or Aimee. This is something that has been playing in my head and I needed to write it down. I am not sure where I am going with this story. It may go on for a while or it may end in two or three chapters… It is new territory for me to write this.
***I own nothing but Andi.
Andi sat in the diner booth alone. She hated to eat alone, but it was a stop that had to be made on her way home. The forty-five year old had been on a long business trip and was ready to get back to D.C. She had driven because she enjoyed the scenery an airplane could not give her.
As Andi reached in her purse to pay her dinner ticket she realized she could not find her credit card. She searched in a panic, but to no avail. While she was busy berating herself, she had not noticed the silver-haired man observing her.
"I cannot believe I did that. I left it on the counter at the last hotel." Andi said these things a little louder than she should have. In the process, she quickly called the credit card company to report the card lost. The customer service professional put Andi's mind at ease when she told her that there were no extra charges on the card. The agent then agreed to stop this card and put another in the mail as soon as possible. "Thank God I still have my debit card."
As Andi was mumbling to herself and getting up to pay, she knocked over her drink and had to clean it up. When she finally got up from the table, she slipped on the residue on the floor and fell into the booth with the silver-haired man.
"I am so sorry. I must need more sleep than I thought."
"I think you need more than sleep." The man said this with much authority and sternness and then lifted a grey eyebrow in the process.
Andi was startled by the authority in the man's voice. He intrigued her right away, but her stubbornness and independence would not let him see her curiosity.
Nevertheless, he saw this curiosity in her eyes, but he didn't let her know.
"What do you mean that I need more than sleep? I don't even know you, so how can you know that?"
"You need balance in your life and probably someone to help you get that balance. Years of training and working with others has shown me these things. Your actions prove that I am right."
"How would you know? Have you been watching me?"
"Well first of all, have a seat."
"I don't know if I should."
"Well you might as well. You practically sat with me anyway." When he pulled out his badge, she understood, but did notice the sarcasm. "I am Senior Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs of NCIS and I can guarantee your safety."
"How do I know that is real?"
He chuckled and gave her the badge to examine. At the same time, a waitress walked up and began to speak to the man.
"Will there be anything else Agent Gibbs? More coffee?"
"Sure Susie. I'll take another cup. Would you like anything else…I don't know your name."
"Andi and a cup of coffee would be great. Thank you. Okay, so you are who you say you are. How do you know I need balance?"
"Well, when you came in, you appeared stressed. You talked to yourself a lot and it was obvious you don't like being alone. You left your credit card at the last hotel and mentioned you have a debit card. That was not a wise thing to voice out loud by the way. You spilled all over yourself and then slipped and almost fell on me."
"I apologized, didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
There was silence for a few moments and then the waitress brought the coffee. Andi had to make conversation by asking about the way he drank his coffee black. He was so unnerving and she couldn't understand why.
"Well, thank you for the coffee. I guess I need to go." He was making her nervous by the minute.
"Afraid I tell you something you don't want to hear?"
"Sir, I don't even know you, so why should I care what you think?"
"But you do care, because you are still here."
"Are you always this aggravating?"
"Are you always this rude and nervous?"
"OOOOH! Whatever, Mister!" Andi always needed to understand things and right away. She didn't get this man. He intrigued her, but he wouldn't make her understand what he was getting at. "I am tired and I need to go home. If you are going to play mind games, I'm leaving."
In the meantime, Gibbs was thinking about the fact that this young woman just begged for someone to lend a helping "hand" whether she knew it or not. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him so he could whisper in her ear. "Little girls who throw tantrums need to be spanked."
That stopped Andi in her tracks. She had always wanted someone to take her in hand and help her through these times. It had also been a fantasy of hers to have a strong alpha male around who she could lean on, but also allow her to be the independent woman she was. She did not want to be told what to do, but she knew she needed guidance at times and was tired of fending for herself. She also wanted someone she could trust. She wasn't going to open up to just anyone. She had to feel safe.
She didn't know this man. She had just met him in a diner. She knew she could trust him because of who he was, but she couldn't just let go that easily.
"What?! Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are?"
"Someone who could help you and keep your voice down. You are proving my point." Gibbs spoke through gritted teeth.
Andi sat back down. She didn't even know why she sat again, but she did.
"Why Agent Gibbs? Why would you even want to help me? You just met me." Gibbs could hear the want for help in her voice.
"As soon as you walked in, I saw someone who needed help."
"You don't look like someone who just gives a helping hand to just anyone."
"No I don't, but you have a quality that just begs for help."
"Well, I wasn't throwing a tantrum." Andi said this in an almost pout and not really believing it herself.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Do you do that often?"
"What?"
"The eyebrow."
"Only when I know someone needs to rethink what they are saying or doing."
"Alright, but who gave you the right to tell me that I need a sp…?"
"Spanking?" Gibbs chuckled at the fact that Andi couldn't even say the word.
"Yes that."
"I didn't say I'd do it. I just said you needed one because you were throwing a tantrum like a toddler."
"So that is how you think a person could be put back into balance?"
"I've seen it work. Are you saying you want my help? It is something you have thought about, right?"
"Yes." Andi blushed every shade of red.
"Why don't you sleep on these thoughts and call me later in the week if you are serious. Here's my card."
"Why would you want to do this for me?"
"Why not you? I bet you are used to taking care of others."
Andi nodded.
"Who takes care of you?"
A tear slipped down Andi's cheek.
"That's what I thought. You are a care giver and no one takes care of you. You are expected to be strong for everyone. You are expected to have the answers or at least find the solutions. You are the problem solver. You have probably asked, 'When will it be my turn?' and then felt guilty for asking."
More tears slipped down both cheeks.
"I saw that in you and it isn't fair. I want to help if you'll let me. Let me walk you to your car."
Gibbs payed the bill and helped Andi out the door.
"Where is your car?"
At that point, Andi stepped out and off the curb and a car had to swerve not to hit her. Gibbs grabbed her and pulled her to his car. He opened the driver door, put his foot on the ledge, put Andi over his knee, and swatted her jean clad backside five times.
Andi was stunned, but Gibbs had her in a hug before she could react.
"You could have been killed."
Andi was crying. Those swats hurt. What did he use? Surely it couldn't be his hand. She wanted to rub.
"Nope, no rubbing."
"What did you use?"
"My hand."
"Well, it's hard!"
"So, I've been told." Gibbs smiled at Andi's pout.
Gibbs helped Andi into her car, in which she reluctantly sat, and reminded her to call if she wanted help of any kind.
As Gibbs drove home, he could not help but think of the young woman in the diner. She appeared strong and independent, but yet she was really fragile and in need of care. He knew he was at least fifteen years older than her, but he felt an attraction to her that he couldn't figure out yet. Would she let him help her? He had a couple of relationships that contained a discipline dynamic, but those didn't last long. His team always wondered why his relationships had short life spans. It was because he needed to be a disciplinarian to the one he loved and even though she accepted it in the beginning, she wasn't in it for the long term. His team didn't need to know that. They could go on believing it was because he was a loner. Shannon was the only one who truly understood him.
Andi was having a similar conversation with herself on her way home. She was questioning whether or not to call this unusual man. Could she really trust him? Her bottom tingled when she thought of him. She needed balance in her life and she had a feeling he could help her find it. Andi also wondered how much experience Agent Gibbs had with this sort of thing.
Andi began her week with a lot on her mind. She couldn't help but think of the encounter she had with one Senior Agent. It was hard to concentrate on her job.
Gibbs was able to help his team solve the last case, but hoped Andi would call. He couldn't help thinking about her too. Then his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number. "Gibbs." He gave his customary answer to the phone call.
"Uh, Agent Gibbs… Uh, it's Andi…"
TBC?...
