Soooo I am digging this whole writing fan fiction thing. I am constantly looking around for very specific stories, and I realize that instead I should be writing them myself! I do not think there are enough Tim/Gibbs stories out there, so thus I am writing about it! Just an FYI, I have never written a discipline story before, so I hope it is okay!
WARNING: This is a SPANKING story. Don't like? Don't read.
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"No."
Gibbs stopped abruptly and turned to look at Tim, surprised by what he had heard. He gave his agent a look, without saying anything.
"I don't want to go look for evidence. I have things to do here." McGee said with a surprising amount of confidence and attitude. While Gibbs was proud of the improvements Tim had made in his years of working under his tutelage, he could not help but notice that McGee's self-confidence was bordering on arrogance since Ziva had joined the team.
"It wasn't a suggestion McGee." He said back, once again turning to head to the elevator, assuming as usual McGee would follow his orders. Before he even took two steps, he heard McGee let out an irritated sigh and say quietly but with defiance,
"Well then it will just have to wait. My program is running and won't be done another fifteen minutes."
Gibbs could not believe his ears or eyes. His youngest agent stood there with his arms crossed and looking petulant. Gibbs let out an angry huff, before walking and standing in McGee's personal space, practically nose to nose.
"Excuse me?"
"I-I said that my program is still running and I can't just leave it alone! Getting evidence is going to have to wait" Tim said with significantly less courage and avoiding eye contact, but still not letting the conversation go.
"I'm going pretend that I didn't hear you just disregarding a direct order. When I come back from interviewing the victim's mother I expect the evidence to be processed. Clear?"
Tim sighed loudly. "Whatever" he muttered insolently.
"What was that?" Gibbs asked him in a deadly quite voice. This time McGee had the good sense to drop the attitude seeing that his boss had clearly reached his limit.
"Crystal, Boss." In retrospect, Tim was lucky to get alive after saying that to Gibbs. It was then that DiNozzo decided to walk in. He saw the two in a standoff and tried to break the tension.
"It's so tense in here I could cut it with a knife" he said with a nervous chuckle.
"Background of the Johnson's brother DiNozzo" Gibbs barked.
"But I-"
"Now, DiNozzo" Gibbs said while sparing Tony a look before returning his glare to Tim. He could not believe that both his agents were arguing with him today.
A minute later Tim backed away from Gibbs and went to his desk and Gibbs waited a moment to make sure Tim was getting ready before heading to the elevator. Once the doors closed he took his opportunity to pounce on McGee.
"What was that about?" Tony asked curiously.
"Shut up Tony!" McGee shouted before grabbing his laptop and heading to Abby's office. He would go collect evidence once his program was done, but he needed privacy only her lab could offer.
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"McGee not back yet?" Gibbs asked when he walked in an hour later. He did not miss the look Ziva and Tony cast to each other.
"I dunno know Boss" Tony said.
"Don't you dare lie to me, DiNozzo." Gibbs said as he placed his hands on Tony's desk. He could always tell when his senior field agent was lying to him, and right now Tony was not even trying that hard to hide it.
Tony had no choice other than to look at his boss and thought that telling the truth was going to be his best option.
"Last I saw he was getting on the other elevator as you left" Tony told the older agent. Gibbs didn't say anything as he stormed away. Tony and Ziva shared a nervous look. They had only seen Gibbs this upset at Tim once before, when Tim had left Abby alone in his apartment when she had a stalker after her. It hadn't gone well for McGee after that.
"Go home. I want you back at zero eight hundred tomorrow." Gibbs called from the elevator just as the doors closed. They were both curios as to what was up between the boss and Tim, but neither one wanted to be there when they came back up. Ziva and Tony were not willing to pass up on an early day off either.
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Tim was so absorbed in his work that he did not hear Abby audibly clearing her throat in warning that Gibbs had arrived. He had only planned on being down in the lab for half an hour, but as it often happens time got away with him when he was working with computers.
"What the hell are you doing down here McGee?" Gibbs asked in his marine voice. Tim jumped in surprise as he had not heard his boss come in. He turned from his computer to look into the furious face of his boss. He cleared his throat nervously before responding in a soft voice.
"I-I am working on my program." Tim stuttered out.
"Thought I told you to go collect evidence?" Gibbs asked rhetorically.
"I am collecting evidence!" McGee shouted quietly while shooting out of his seat. He knew he was playing with fire, but in his eyes he technically was getting evidence. If successful, his program would be able to sift through social media sites looking for key terms and clues.
Gibbs walked the two steps to McGee and grabbed his arm and bent at the waist and laid two smarting smacks to his backside. "You knew damn well what I meant when I said go collect evidence" Gibbs growled.
"That's my cue to leave!" Abby said quickly before walking out. Gibbs grabbed her arm gently and whispered into her ear.
"Give us ten minutes and make sure no one comes in." Abby nodded in agreement before heading to the elevator. Once she was gone, Gibbs turned back to McGee.
"You can't do that!" The younger man yelled at Gibbs in anger and humiliation, his face burning red. Gibbs had promised that he would not be smacked in public and here he had broken his promise.
"Excuse me? You do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do Timothy" Gibbs said in disbelief.
"You promised you wouldn't do that in public!" he cried with a mixture of hurt and outrage.
Gibbs sighed before responding in reserved calm. "That wasn't public McGee that was just in front of Abby." Seeing that he wasn't calming McGee down any he went on. "You know I treat Abby the same exact way as the rest of you, don't you?" Gibbs asked. When he got a reluctant nod from Tim he went on. "I know you have seen me give her some well-deserved swats before. Then you know she is well aware of how I punish you all." When McGee didn't respond, he took it as his cue to end the conversation.
"Grab your go bag from your desk and meet me at my place in 45 minutes" Gibbs commanded.
"You can punish me all you want but I am waiting for my program to finish. It's almost done." McGee said as he crossed his arms and stood there firmly.
"I am tired of you disobeying me at every turn Tim. You have three seconds to march yourself to the elevator." When McGee didn't respond, Gibbs started counting. He couldn't believe he had to do this with his thirty something year old agent. This is something he would expect from Tony and not his usually level headed McGee.
"One…" Nothing.
"Two…" This time there was an angry huff from Tim as he tightened his arms further. "Are we really going to do this Timothy?" Gibbs asked with annoyed incredulity. "Three." Still nothing. Not even as Gibbs walked towards him and grabbed his arm and bent him over at the waist. Gibbs gave three heavy spanks before tipping his agent back up. "Ready to listen now?" he asked Tim.
It was obvious that he wasn't going to, so this time the older agent wrapped his arm around McGee and bent him over so he was held more securely. "You decide when this ends Tim, remember that." With nothing left to say, Gibbs laid swat after swat on the younger mans butt. After about ten swats McGee realized that this wasn't going to stop until he said something. Not really any less angry than before but wanting the spanking to end he chose the lesser of two evils.
"Alright, alright!" Tim managed to yell out between the gasps of pain. "Stop, please!" he begged.
"Are you done with the teenage attitude?" Gibbs wanted to know. Tim huffed but didn't respond. Two more searing swats later and he was willing to agree to anything.
"Yes! Okay! I'll stop!" He cried out. Gibbs let him go immediately and McGee took two uneasy steps backwards.
"You have half an hour to be at my place." Gibbs said as he took into account the fifteen minutes McGee and him were standing there. It was still more than enough time to get to his place as he only lived fifteen minutes away. McGee didn't say anything as he walked to the elevator. It dinged and Abby walked out of the elevator ready to talk to Tim, but the agent swept by her and brushed against her shoulder without speaking to her. She watched him as the door closed and turned back to Gibbs with a slightly hurt look on her face.
"He's embarrassed" Gibbs told her.
"Well he shouldn't be" Abby pouted. "He's seen me being swatted before, I am no stranger to this form of punishment."
"I know Abs. But it is one thing to know about it and another for you to see him being spanked." It was clear that she wasn't appeased by this explanation, but it would have to do. "Go home." He told her as he kissed her cheek and himself walked to the elevator. He wanted to leave now so he could be there before Tim got to his house. Not that it would be an issue as he knew the younger man would stretch out the full half an hour.
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Forty-five minutes later Gibbs was downright furious. He could not believe the gall of the kid to not show up in the time frame he was given. He whipped out his cell phone and called the younger man. If he did not answer, Gibbs was not even sure of what he would do.
"Hey Boss" Tim answered after the eighth ring, right before it was about to go to voice mail. Tim had considered letting it go to voice mail but he preferred to live. And he knew if he did not answer that the older agent would just end up coming to his house and then he would really be toast.
"Where the hell are you McGee?" The older man shouted into the phone.
"I had to come home to let Jethro out" Tim tried to appease his angry boss. Gibbs sighed and ran a hand down his face wearily. He had forgotten about Tim's dog. Of course he would need to let it out and feed him. That still didn't excuse the fact that he didn't tell him about it though.
"I get that Tim, but you should have called me." He told him.
"Sorry." Was the only thing McGee had to say.
"You have fifteen minutes to get to my place with Jethro. If I even so much as have to call to ask where you are, you are going to be one sorry young man." And without any farewell he hung up. He left a blushing Tim on the other end of the phone. He was embarrassed at being called "young man" and clearly remember the last time he was called that was by his father in high school when he had stolen his dad's car to go to some convention.