Man or Mouse?
Summary: It's like a game of cat and mouse, and the mouse is tired of playing. Warning: spanking of 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. 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.
'You surprise me, Dr. Mallard,' Vance said as he headed towards the sliding glass doors. 'I would have thought you'd run a tighter ship.'
Ducky looked around in confusion. Autopsy was, as always, spotless; he couldn't see what the Director had found fault with.
'Director? I'm afraid I don't...'
He wasn't able to finish the question before doors swished shut.
X X X
Jimmy's heart was pounding in his chest, the Director's words echoing in his mind. He was starting to feel like a mouse, being played with by a very powerful cat. Vance still hadn't said anything to Dr Mallard, but every time the man paid a visit to Autopsy – far too often – he felt a long moment of sheer panic wondering if, this time, he would. And now he was dropping hints...
Jimmy swallowed hard. He couldn't do this anymore.
