AN OLD FASHIONED KIND OF GUY
SUMMARY: Gibbs meets a young teenager and his older sister who is raising him. They help him remember what its like to have a family and he teaches them what it means to have a "man" in the family again.
This is my first attempt at a fanfiction story so please give me imput. I already have a couple more chapters done but wanted to see what people thought before I posted them to see if there is anything I need to change.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything about NCIS, its characters or storylines - ALSO I proof read very carefully but this does not have a beta reader so hopefully you don't find too many mistakes or erros
DISCLAIMER: This story will contain the non consenual spanking of a teenage boy and an adult female in later chapters. Contains some lanugage but nothing too sever and may contain mild sex. If these are not your things please do not read. Please do not review harshly for the spanking...if not your thing just skip on by and enjoy a different story.
AN OLD FASHIONED KIND OF GUY
She had known Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs for about six months and she was really starting to find herself having strong feelings for him... a lot more that she was comfortable admitting, even to herself.
Thinking back it still made Penny laugh when she remembered the first time she laid eyes on Gibbs…
She had met Gibbs when her younger brother managed to get himself into trouble yet again. Mark had thought it would be fun to explore his more "artistic" side by painting graffiti on some abandoned buildings downtown just as none other than Gibbs happened to be jogging by.
It was Tuesday morning and normally Gibbs would be at work right now but they had just finished a particularly bad case and had given his whole team the day off. He was still going to go in later but decided it would be good to clear his head with a jog first. Gibbs always jogged the same areas, just not the same path each time, to avoid developing a routine that could be followed but generally stayed fairly close to home in case he got a call from work that needed his attention. After only a few minutes he turned the corner to see a group of 5 kids spray painting all over one of the abandoned foreclosed homes on the street. Since Gibbs jogged that area regularly he knew those homes were empty and the kids were not supposed to be there. As expected, when he yelled to get their attention all 5 teenage boys took off running – he chased the one closest to him, who looked to be the youngest, figuring he could get the info on the others once he caught this one – he may be getting up in years but was still in pretty good shape for someone his age and it really did not take him long to catch and tackle the kid.
Gibbs yelled for the kid to stop which he ignored and Gibbs tackled him down first chance he got. The kid fought hard to get free but he was not match for Gibbs or his many years of training. Once Gibbs got the kid, who looked about 13, pinned on his back he could tell he really was more scared than tough and the soft part of his heart…the part he tried to keep buried way down deep came out just long enough to make him feel something for this kid that he could not explain but knew he didn't want to turn him into the police. The kid was so young, much younger than the other trouble makers who ran off and his gut was telling him the police station was not where this needed to lead.
Grabbing him up by his collar Gibbs started interrogating him immediately, "What's your name kid" "how old are you" "where do you live?" Not getting any response but more struggling he figured it was time for a different tactic. Grabbing the kid by the arm in an unshakeable grip Gibbs began pulling the him along until finally the kid asked in as threatening a voice as he could muster "Where the hell do you think you are taking me Mister cause I ain't goin no where with you you prick!" Gibbs just stopped walking and got right up in his face and said - in that calm voice that anyone who knows him well knows enough to be afraid of- "My name is Special Agent Gibbs - I'm a Navy Cop and since you don't seem to want to talk to me I guess I will take you to my friends at the local station and see if you will talk to them." And then promptly began pulling him along behind him again. He really did not want to take him to the cops but he needed to get him talking – about 10 steps later Gibbs heard "Mark, my name is Mark" Gibbs stopped and turned to look at Mark without letting his death grip on Mark's arm loosen even slightly.
"OK" Gibbs said "That's a start" "what is your last name Mark?" Mark's only reply was to start to whine which almost made Gibbs laugh…yup he was definitely not as old or tough as he was trying to act. His gut had been right about the kid. "Aw come on Mister, I told you my name and I promise not to do anymore painting on houses, can't you just let me go…this ain't no navy matter so why would you care anyway?" If Gibbs didn't know better he'd swear Mark was going to start to cry any minute.
Gibbs could see Mark was starting to break and although he felt sorry for the kid he knew now was the time to push him "Last name Mark and address NOW or the next time I ask you will be at the police station with my friend the Captain."
"You're a real ass you know that Mister!" was Mark's only reply. Gibbs simply nodded and began pulling Mark along.
"Wait wait I'll tell you dammit" Mark tried to dig his feet in to get Gibbs to stop walking.
"Damn right your going to tell me" replied Gibbs as he turned on the kid. Inches from his face he said "and if I hear you cuss me again your going to be telling me with a mouth full of soap" Gibbs growled. Where had that come from he thought – he didn't even have any soap on him...the threat just came out – something about this kid brought out a protective streak in him. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he refocused on Mark.
"Alright kid lets have it – full name and address NOW!" he upped the tone and sterness of his voice just a little noting with satisfaction the jump he got out of Mark when he did it.
"Mark Miller and I live at 222 Mockingbird Lane" Mark begrudgingly replied as he kicked dirt under his feet but did not make eye contact with Gibbs.
"Ok that's a start" Gibbs replied acknowledging his compliance but not wanting to let up on him yet. "Who were the other kids you were spray painting with and don't give me some crap about not knowing who they are either". Mark's eyes widened at the harshness of Gibb's tone but shook his head and said "I really don't Mister. I just met them today hanging at the park and when they said they were coming to spray paint I tagged along thinking it would be fun."
"Mark it's 10am in the morning on a Tuesday – why aren't you in school?" Gibbs asked and again, Mark looked down but no reply. "I see, you skipping?" Gibbs asked with one eyebrow raised.
"So what's it to you you sonofa.." Mark saw Gibbs raise his eyebrows again as he began the word he so desperately wanted to call Gibbs but something in his gut shut him up before he could finish the word. "Smart move Mark…you are finally starting to talk to me I would hate to have to stop that with soap." Mark really did not think this Gibbs guy was serious – I mean he didn't even know him - but he decided to play it cool and just get away from the old geezer as quickly as possible.
"Alright Mark come on Im taking you home – are either of your parents home right now?" Gibbs asked before Mark pushed him any further and he had to follow through on his threat.
"No" was his only answer.
"Fine then where are they?" Gibbs asked exasperated at the time it was taking to get anywhere with this kid
"Cemetery on Johnson road" Mark replied pinning him with the most angry look he could muster hoping to get some sympathy out of the old man to get let go.
Gibbs just studied the kid for a minute wondering if he was lying but his gut told him the kid was telling him the truth and probably hoping it would get him out of trouble…well he was out of luck there.
"ok fine – who are you living with and are they home?" Gibbs followed up with
"I live with my sister Penny but she's workin and I can't disturb her. She has a really important job and Im not supposed to call her at work unless its an emergency." Mark replied, not really sure why he added the last part about an emergency.
"well son I think this qualifies as an emergency. Where does Penny work and stop playing with me Im tired of having to pull every ounce of information out of you!" Gibbs said again using his prior stern voice hoping to get some more answers from this kid quickly.
"Fine, she's a lawyer - she has her own office over on Strattford." Mark replied and then mumbled under his breath "and Im not your son!" Gibbs heard the last remark but decided not to comment on it just now.
"Alright, my house is just a few blocks away – we will go there and then I will drive you to your sisters office and the three of us are going to have a nice long chat about what I saw today." Gibbs said expecting to hear more fight from Mark but instead he just said "fine" and looked down still kicking the dirt.
The ride to Mark's sister's office was very quiet. Being a quiet person himself he didn't mind but he noticed the constant fidgeting that Mark was doing – although he couldn't blame the kid – he was, after all, being brought home by a cop after skipping school and painting graffiti – his dad would have tanned him six ways to Sunday for that kind of a stunt but he was not sure what the kids sister would do. Looking at the kid again out of the corner of his eye his heart was still softening for him – loosing his mom was so hard and he was older than this kid – loosing both parents that has to be really tough on both him and his sister.
OK tell me what you think - I have the next chapter ready and will probably post today or tomorrow but I kind of want some feed back to make sure the story is doing ok before I go much further...THANKS!