Family Tradition
Summary: This time it's the 'little brother' playing the pranks.... Warning: spanking of adult. Don't like? Don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them
A/N: This is part of my discipline series and builds on a larger plot arc. The basic story should make sense on its own, but the significance of some of the details will only be understood in the context of my other stories.
Warning: this story contains the spanking of an adult. If you have a problem with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.
MOOOOO-CLUCK
Tony blinked, certain that his computer could not have just done what he thought it did.
Yes, there was indeed an 'A' on the screen, the cursor blinking patiently beside it. The caffeine from the half-finished latte, now neglected at the side of his desk, must not have kicked in yet. He took a gulp of the rapidly cooling liquid, and tried again.
r-r-e-s-t-space-R-e-p-o-r-t-enter, he typed.
CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-OINK-MOOOOO-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLUCK-COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOOOO!
'DiNozzo!'
Tony looked up to see Gibbs glaring at him across the bull-pen. Well, at least he knew he wasn't hallucinating. His computer really was clucking. And mooing. And... he was probably in more trouble than if it was all in his head.
'Boss! I... it... it... I have no idea... I swear!'
He thumped the side of the monitor the way he had so often seen Gibbs try to 'fix' an uncooperative computer, then hit one of the number keys.
BAAAAAAAAAAA
'Boss!?'
He must have looked confused... or panic-stricken... enough to convince Gibbs that he was not responsible for the barnyard currently inhabiting his keyboard. The older man stood up quickly, but moved straight across the bullpen instead of diagonally towards Tony's desk.
Whack!
Tim reflexively rubbed the back of his head, looking up with the same 'innocent' expression he'd been carefully holding for the last few minutes. Tony looked on in smug satisfaction.
'Fix it.'
Tim looked, for a moment, like he was about to protest, to insist that he was not responsible for the noises Tony's computer was emitting. But he quickly thought better of it, and scrambled to his feet.
As he grudgingly relinquished his chair to allow McGee access to the computer, Tony looked over at Gibbs, who was smiling and shaking his head. Feeling a bit put out that Gibbs considered his victimisation a source of amusement, Tony opened his mouth to protest but stopped himself when Gibbs met his eyes.
'The thing about teasing younger brothers, Tony, is that they eventually grow up and start fighting back.'
Tony sputtered, looking back and forth between Gibbs, who was actually chuckling, and Tim, who had looked up hesitantly and was now grinning shyly at their boss. The bizarre family dynamic the team enjoyed had just taken on a whole new dimension.