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The Forger
I slowly walked down the corridor that led to the office. This was not the first time getting into trouble and I cursed myself for letting it happen again. Dad was not going to be happy considering he gave me a warning just this morning. My stomach was in knots as I approached the secretary's desk.
"Um.. I'm supposed to see Dr. Trenton. I was called to the office." I explained trying to hide my fear.
"Ah, yes Miss Gibbs. He's expecting you. You can go right in." She said with an evil grin.
I slowly walked into the office and prayed I didn't throw up. The first thing I noticed was dad sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dr. Trenton's desk and I felt my stomach lurch. Apparently I needed to eat less for breakfast but I knew that was the least of my problems when dad turned and glared at me. I immediately looked at the floor and waited for instruction.
"Oh, Miss Gibbs, please come on in. I was just having a nice chat with your father about your recent behavioral problems." Dr. Trenton said as he noticed me at the door.
I slowly walked over to the chair next to my dad and sat down. I glanced up and noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off of me. If looks could kill I would be six feet under. My dad was well known for his glare and it came in handy when a suspect wouldn't talk or when he wasn't happy with one of his team members mainly Tony. I on the other hand usually could give him one back but not in this moment. I just froze.
"So, when did you think it would be a good idea to forge my signature, and then cheat on a test?" Dad asked bending closer to me. I couldn't find words and remained silent.
"I WANT AN ANSWER!" He yelled slamming his hand down on the desk.
I jumped and noticed that Dr. Trenton looked as worried as I did.
"I-I don't know. Never." I tried.
Dr. Trenton obviously trying to break the tension began.
"That's right Sarah. Never. You do realize that this is the third time you've been in trouble in the last month." He explained. I began playing with a loose piece of fabric on the chair.
"Yes sir." I said ignoring the heat I could almost feel from my father.
"Look him in the eye Sarah." Dad warned through gritted teeth and I looked up.
He sat silent for a moment before looking over at my dad before looking back at me.
"Well as you know this cannot go overlooked and as such you are being suspended for 3 days and at your father's request 4 swats with the paddle." I felt my butt twinge in dread. This would at least be easier than anything dad had planned. Sitting down was not going to be possible at least until my suspension was over.
"Do you have anything to add Agent Gibbs?"
"Nothing. Sarah knows what to expect when she gets home." He stated ignoring my silent sobs and turned to me. "If I were you little girl I'd just be happy we don't walk down to the bathroom."
"Yes sir." My stomach dropped as I hoped he wouldn't actually do it.
"Alright then. Would you like to take her with you after I give her the swats or would you rather wait until this afternoon?" Dr. Trenton asked.
"She can wait I have a case I need to go back to. My teams' waiting." He stated slowly getting out of his chair and bent over to my ear.
"I would save those tears you're going to need them later." I immediately made myself stop and took at deep breath.
After standing and shaking Dr. Trenton's hand he reminded to meet him at the office straight after school. I knew any extracurricular activities would be frowned upon as he knew what time I got out.
Once my dad closed the door I noticed Dr. Trenton pull something out of his desk drawer. I felt a bead of sweat slowly roll down my back. This wasn't going to be fun.
Turning back to me and standing he said,
"OK Sarah you know the drill. Over my desk."
"Yes sir." I said and slowly bent over the desk trying to think of anything but being in that moment.
I had been right the four swats stung but I was able to make it through the rest of the day with little discomfort. When the final bell rung I raced out the door to the bus stop that would take me to my fate. Hopefully, dad and the were still at the crime scene and I could go visit Abby. The elevators opened to a full bullpen and my stomach dropped. The first person to see me was Tony.
"Hey kiddo. I heard you got into some trouble at school today." He said grinning to me no doubt happy it wasn't him that was facing my father's wrath.
"Leave her alone Tony. She has enough on her platter as it is." Ziva came to my defense.
"Plate, Ziva. It's plate." Tim corrected.
"Plate, platter doesn't matter she's in enough trouble." Ziva defended me and I smiled.
"That's right she is and if she's not sitting at my desk in two seconds and the rest of you don't get back to work she won't be the only one with a plate full of trouble." I heard my dad say from behind me.
"Right Boss." Tony said making a face at me. I shot him a glare and he turned away.
I went to dad's desk and got out my homework. Dad and the team went about working on their case for what seemed like hours. I just wanted to go home but I knew dad was using this to make me anxious. You pick up a few tricks when your dad is a Federal Agent. Once it looked as if the team hit a dead end dad told them to go home. Each of the team gave me sympathetic looks as they left.
"Let's go." He said grabbing his jacket and coffee walking to the elevator.
I ran to keep up and before long we were in the car on the way home. It was a silent ride as I stole occasional glances in his direction. He kept his eyes straight ahead and ignored me. I knew I was in major trouble. Usually dad would talk about his case and talk about dinner but it was silent. When we pulled into the driveway he instructed me to go straight to my room and wait for him. I said yes sir and jumped out the car and ran inside. I put my school bag on the couch and went upstairs. I began pacing the floor as I thought about what awaited me. Before long there was a knock at the door and dad walked in. I noticed he had changed his clothes but was still wearing his belt. I gulped and sat on the bed as he sat on my desk chair.
"Do you know why I'm so upset?" He asked lifting my chin so I was looking right at him.
I thought for a moment before I answered. Lying would just make it worse and he already knew the truth.
"Because I forged your signature and cheated on a test." I offered hoping this would be enough.
"So you lied." He countered.
"I didn't lie." I became defensive and he glared at me.
"You want to try that again?"
"Ok, I guess it was lying but I just didn't want you to find out because I knew you'd be mad." I explained.
"And you don't think I'm not pissed right now? I sure would not have been as mad if you would have just given me the note to sign. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I said as I began to cry.
He sat there for a moment and just looked at me. I wiped my face and tried to be stoic. I knew how much he hated weakness. He noticed this and reassured me it was ok to cry.
"Now what do you think your punishment should be?" He always asked me this so we were in agreement.
"How about no punishment and you let me go with a warning?" I smirked and he slapped my thigh.
"OW!" I yelped.
"Try again young lady. If I were you I'd get it right this time." He warned raising an eyebrow.
"Ok, I guess grounded and restricted to my room."
"And?" He had his hand raised.
"Daddy, please don't spank me. I really am sorry. I won't do it again. I swear." I pleaded new tears streaking my face.
"WON'T DO IT AGAIN?" He yelled and I flinched. You said that the last time and look what happened. You keep acting like this and it going to be worse." He warned.
"Yes-yes sir." I hiccupped.
"Now lower your pants and underwear and lay over the bed." He instructed standing up and turning me towards the bed. I turned around.
"Please can I keep my underwear on?" I knew begging was only making it worse.
"I suggest you turn around and do as I say or it's going to be worse."
I turned, lowered my pants and bent over the bed. I still wanted to be in control.
"Fine you want to make this worse it's your choice." He stated as he grabbed my underwear and pushed them down with my pants. I heard him unbuckle his belt and I took a deep breath. He put a hand on my back so I couldn't move and I heard the belt being swung back.
The first lick was always the worst. I grunted and waited for the rest. I was openly crying by the 10th lick and yelling by the 20th. He stopped and threw the belt on the bed and helped me stand up. I grabbed my pants and pulled them up before turning around. He handed me a tissue as he guided me on his lap. I knew the lecture wasn't over.
"So, suspended for three days means no tv, phone, going outside at all unless you're going with me and that is until further notice. Is that understood?" He explained sternly.
"Yes-yes sir." I answered desperately trying to stop the tears.
"I also want you to write apology letters to Dr. Trenton and Mrs. Sanders." I began to complain.
"Aw, do I have to? I mean-." He swatted me leg and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, and if I hear another word about it we will end up right back here. Is that clear?"
I pouted and crossed my arms.
"Your choice." He said putting me down and turning me around raising his hand.
"No, no wait. I'll do it. I'm sorry." I begged.
He smiled. "That's what I thought."
"Now why don't you get started on those letters? I'll go make dinner. When I come in later you better almost be done."
"Yes sir." He bent down and kissed my head I could smell the coffee on his breath.
"You know I love you don't you?" He asked smiling.
"Yeah, and I love you too."
