This is my first fan fiction story ever so I hope you enjoy it. Any mistakes you find here are entirely my own (if anyone would be interested in beta-ing this story please PM, I would be much obliged).

Disclaimer: NCIS is not, unfortunately, mine.

WARNING: This story will complain corporal punishment of an adult.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was an intimidating man at the best of times, Ziva thought to herself. But when you had severely pissed him off and he was stood over you, giving you his most ferocious glare he was, quite frankly, terrifying. Of course, she was a highly trained ex-Mossad agent and would never let him know this, she sat with her arms crossed never breaking eye contact, which only served to made him even madder.

When he finally spoke it was cold and quiet and caused Ziva's stomach to tumble involuntarily.

"Would you like to tell me what the hell you were thinking?"

"Not particularly," she replied dismissively.

Gibbs took a deep breath to try and keep a hold of his temper. "Ziva Abrahama David," he said slowly. "I suggest you quit with the attitude right now. You're in enough trouble as it is."

"I did nothing wrong," Ziva argued narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing wrong?" Gibbs asked disbelievingly. "You think you did nothing wrong? Well, we'll just go through the list of offences you've racked up today shall we?"

Ziva's stomach did another involuntarily flip. She had a feeling she was not going to enjoy this conversation. As Gibbs began to speak she thought back to how this had all began.

xxxFLASHBACKxxx

Everything was going wrong for Ziva that morning. Her alarm clock had broken at she had woken up half an hour late,which meant she had to fly around in a rush to get ready for work,which in turn caused her to forget her report which she did not realise until she was halfway to the bus stop, having discovered that her car would not start.

She had ran back home, then ran to the bus stop just in time to watch it pull away. The next bus that came was too full and when she finally got on the bus she was sat next to the smelliest man she had ever encountered.

Next she had discovered that the bus did not stop by the Navy yard and so she had to get off and run the last ten blocks. All this meant that, despite her best efforts, she was an hour late and arrived to the bullpen to Tony's jibes and Gibbs' glare. She'd apologised quickly and slid in behind her computer which, off course, would not turn on. By the time she had hit the monitor a few times,swore rather colourfully in multiple languages and finally admitted defeat and called Tim over she had decided that her day could not get any worse.

She had never been more wrong.

Sorry that this is so short but I'm just getting started and hopefully the next chapters will be longer. Please review, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated but flames will be used to roast marshmallows.