Priorities
Summary: Part of my 'Lessons' series. Tony puts a case before his safety. Warning: spanking of an adult. 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.
Warning: This story contains the disciplinary spanking of an adult. If you have a problem with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.
Gibbs cursed under his breath and shouted into the radio, ordering McGee and DiNozzo, unnecessarily, to get the hell out of there. Of course there was a bomb in the suspect's car, the one with the only trace forensic evidence they'd found linking him to the petty officer's murder. It had been that kind of case.
Gibbs passed the just-caught suspect off to one of the other agents who'd been helping with the massive manhunt – Glenford? Glendale? Glenman? – and turned back towards his team, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, he rounded the last sharp turn in the dirt footpath through Rock Creek Park, expecting to see Tim and Tony huddled behind one of the trucks. Instead, Tim was lingering near the truck, obviously torn between seeking proper shelter and staying where he could continue to yell at Tony. Tony, for his part, was still standing next to the suspect's car, leaning into the trunk.
'DiNozzo!' he bellowed, he heart in his throat. Tony looked up, waved, and turned back towards the car.
'What the hell is he doing?' he demanded, grabbing McGee and shoving him behind the truck.
'Trying to defuse the bomb...'
'He's what?'
'I told him...'
'DiNozzo, get your ass over here! NOW!'
It felt like an eternity before the younger man turned and jogged towards them, folding his knife away, a massive grin on his face.
'Clear, Boss. I...'
Gibbs silenced him with a stony look that left no doubt that they'd be doing plenty of talking later.