A/N: Gibbs family: father Jethro, mother Jenny (both special agents of NCIS), 10 years old twins Tony and Ziva and 4 years old Abby. Tony and Ziva go to elementary school where professor Snape teaches Physics. In later chapters also appear Jethro's parents: grandma Lola and grandpa Jack.
WARNING: The story will contain parental discipline and spanking.
Ch.1 An object at rest stays at rest… my foot!
„Newton's first law of motion… colon… underline that with the red pen…" Professor Snape's deep silky voice echoed trough the classroom. The murmur raised in the classroom while students dag trough their pencil cases in search for red pens or were whispering to ask their companions to land them one.
„Khm!" Professor cleared his throat sternly. That had a desired effect. The classroom sank back into mindful silence. He continued to dictate the definition managing to coordinate words that he is saying with his steady and determinate steps.
„Capital letter… An object at rest… stays at rest…"
Damn resting! If the bell does not ring soon, I'll jump out of my skin!" thought 10 years old Ziva. „Damn Physics! We are sitting here for the whole eternity, not allowed to move or speak, and instead we should do some physical activity… That is fun, and also has SOME connections to Physics! God, I hate school! And Physics! Especially Physics!
„Shush, you idiot!" said her twin brother Tony, kicking her under the desk.
She stared at him with one of her's best if looks could kill looks. The boy anxiously looked behind him. Seeing that professor was too far from them to hear him, he whispered: „Stop sighing so loudly. Everybody can hear you."
„Silence!" Professor's voice sounded like a distant thunder.
Tony's guts tied in the knot. How could he possibly hear me from down there? And how on Earth is it possible that this man sounds ten times more frightening when he's speaking with his normal voice, then other people when they shout?
Truly, it was something very intriguing in that silky deep voice that sounded like it's coming from the back of the drain pipe. Not a single student could stay indifferent to it. Some found professor Snape's voice soothing, but most of them felt cold shiver every time professor scolded them or raised his voice.
Ziva tried hard to focus on her writing. She didn't pay much attention to professors explanations between dictations. She couldn't care less. In her mind, she was already at home, in the back yard to be precise, running around and building her beloved tree house.
I really should cover it with more leafs to hide it better. Now anyone from the street could see it. And a proper ninja-shelter must be invisible. That's the whole point of the shelter! Her train of thoughts was interrupt with one of professor's infamous strict clearing of his throat.
„Take… one paper… each. I expect you… to work in pairs… to solve this… problems. Understood? Nicole! Stop talking! What… did I say?"
„To… um… um… You said to… um…" Chatty student stuttered and blushed.
„If you stayed quiet, young lady… instead of... constantly blathering... you would know… what I just said!"
Everybody in the classroom dropped their heads.
„I'm sorry, sir." Nicole apologized.
Professor continued to explain what the student task was. „First… try to solve this problems… by yourself… and if you don't know how… you are allowed to… QUIETLY… ask the collegue… sitting next to you… for help. Don't even think… about standing up… and walking all over the classroom… you are… only… allowed to console yourself… with the person… right next to you. Understood?"
Unlike his sister, Tony was into Physics. He was very good in calculations, and enjoyed the process of solving problems. He was convinced that one day he will be very important scientist or detective. He will help the humanity by solving problems.
As soon as he got his paper with problems, he started to work on them. In minutes, he was so much absorbed in the task, Ziva thought he looked like a mad man – flipping the pages of the book, writing, calculating, scratching his head, frowning, chewing his pencil…
Ziva blankly stared at her paper, not knowing where to start. Since she wasn't paying attention in the class, she was clueless. And not very eager to find out the answers either. As usual when she was bored, she was imagining herself in the combat against multiple assassins. That was her favorite pastime. However, after a while, she caught professor's disapproval look. Not wanting him to to call her on to read her answers to the whole class, she quickly dropped her head and got down to work. After reading the problem, and setting up the task, she had no idea how to solve it. She pretended for a while that she's thinking very hard… She copyed her brother's „thinking hard" moves… she scratched her head, chew her pencil, poked random keys on her calculator and scribbled something and then erasing it with an annoyed sigh… Anything just to look equally absorbed in the task like the rest of the class.
But after a while, she realized that, compering to Tony's, her paper was obviously empty. Not wanting to catch professor's attention, she decided to copy her brother's answers.
„What's the answer to the first one?" she leant over his paper.
„Shhh. Don't interrupt me now… I'm calculating…" He pushed her not so gently with his elbow.
She instinctively responded by tightly slapping his upper leg. The slap echoed trough the quiet classroom.
„Ouch!" yelled Tony. He intended to return the favor by punching her, but was interrupt by hard slap on the back of his head. Ziva has got one too. Surprised, brother and sister gasped looking at frowning professor. Rubbing their heads, bro and sis went back to work. At least Tony did. All Ziva did was fidgeting and scribbling her name on her notebook page numerous times.
The classroom became quiet again. Only sound was professor Snape's steady pasted footsteps. Ziva had an impression that professor is walking all over her brain. It was so frustrating! When professor passed by their desk, he was not content with Ziva's scribbling in her notebook. Pointing to her scribble he quietly scolded:
"Is that... what you... supposed... to be doing now...young lady?"
Professor Snape's infamous way of talking without raising his voice, but with loads of pauses that force people to really focus on his every word, made Ziva's heart beat faster. Feeling the kick of adrenaline, she shamefully lowered her head in attempt to hide her blushing.
"Answer me."
"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Then... do... as you were told."
"Yes, sir." said the girl and rushed to erase her scribbles.
Professor continued his walk, controlling his students' work and occasionally quietly scolding or praising them.
Ziva tried to solve her task one more time, but again unsuccessfully. Frustrated, she looked around the classroom. Other students worked quietly. Is it possible that she is the only person who doesn't know Physics?
She decided to take a look at Tony's paper one more time.
„Don't breathe down my neck, Jeez!" He pushed her away. „Let me finish it first…"
Offended, Ziva pushed his hand back just at the moment he pressed the tip of the pencil back on the paper. The result was thick rough line all over the last line of his calculations. That made Tony so mad, he attempted to slap his sister. But he didn't succeed because she was used to block all kind of kicks and punches. She trained Krav Maga for ages.
They continued to wrestle, and the fuss they were making caught attention of the whole class. The professor gave them a special attention. He rushed to them, rolling his sleeves before grabbing the two rebels by their ears. The kids moaned in pain. Pulling and twisting their ears, he led them before him to the closest corner. He positioned them in the corner, not too close to each other, and made them touch the wall with their noses.
„Don't… move!" the professor roared „And I don't want to hear… another squeak out of you!"
The classroom became eerily quiet. Not only Tony and Ziva, everybody was terrified by professor's loud yelling. Presuming that displeasing professor Snape is the single most dangerous thing a student can do, everybody else in the classroom felt kind of relief they are not in Tony's and Ziva's shoes.
"Keep working, everybody!" yelled annoyed professor to his students "You all have... 10 more minutes... and then we are going to check your answers!"
Everybody quickly obeyed, lowering their heads. Minutes passed in complete silence. Again, the only sound other then pencils writing on papers were professors loud and kind of scary footsteps on the wooden floor. Tony and Ziva were so furious at each other, they would preferably kick each others asses, but they were also too terrified to actually do that. In fact, they were too scared to do anything but breathe. Everybody feared professor Snape, and no one from their class was ever so dumb to get in trouble with the strictest professor in the school. So Tony and Ziva didn't really know what to expect from this punishment. But they were pretty sure they are in deep trouble.
