The Chocoholic's Choice
Summary: Abby and The Cupcake Incident. Tag to Capitol Offense. Warning: discussion of spanking of adults. Don't like? Don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
A/N: This is part of my 'Lessons' series and builds on a larger plot arc.
This story contains discussion about the disciplinary spanking of adults. If you have a problem with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.
'You're gonna spank him, right?' Abby asked, looking expectantly at Gibbs. She had just finished telling him how she'd proved that it had been Tim who had taken the cupcake, and it was time for justice to be done. She could see Tim's look of dismay, but she didn't care. He should have thought about the consequences before he stole her cupcake.
'Sure, Abby,' Gibbs began. Tim squawked in surprise. Shoulda seen that coming, Abby thought smugly.
'Right after I spank you.'
Abby's eyes flew open in astonishment.
'What? Gibbs...'
'How much time did you waste...'
'Gibbs! I was investigating a crime! I wasn't wasting...'
'Did it even occur to you to ask who had taken the cupcake, instead of starting a witch-hunt?'
'But...'
'And I shouldn't need to tell you that the murder investigation should come before a damn cupcake!'
'I did both! I didn't...'
'You didn't have your priorities straight, Abs.'
'But...'
'So here's your choice. You can either drop the 'charges' against McGee, or I can spank both of you. Your call.'
Abby fumed, and, for a long moment, wondered just how bad it would be if she let Gibbs spank her. Tim was staring at her, obviously torn between hope that wasn't going to be spanked after all, and concern that Abby might just be crazy enough to sacrifice her own ass for the sake of seeing him punished. She really didn't want to let Tim off easy. But, she realised, Gibbs wasn't likely to let her off easy, either, and she couldn't bring herself to choose the spanking.
'I guess I can drop it,' she said grudgingly, telling herself that she could always get back at Tim herself, later.
'I mean it, Abby. It ends here. Any half-assed attempts at revenge, and you're gonna be the only one I spank.'
Abby nodded reluctantly, wishing that Gibbs weren't psychic.
'Good call,' Gibbs told her, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
Gibbs had to pass Tim on his way out of the lab, and Abby took a small measure of satisfaction from the headslap that he landed. From Tim's startled yell and the way he was rubbing the back of his head, it had been a hard one.
'You'll replace the cupcake.'
'Yes, Boss,' Tim readily agreed. 'I was going to anyway...'
'And next time, leave a damn note! "Abby, the vending machine's empty and I'm starving. I'll get you a new one tomorrow." Is that so hard?'
Gibbs didn't give him a chance to answer before swatting him – again – across the back of the head and storming from the room.
Tim briefly looked relieved, but she could see him tense when she turned towards him, hands on her hips, and demanded 'So, Tim... When do I get my cupcake?'
