Title: Driving me crazy

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters on NCIS, I'm just borrowing them for the story.

A/N: This story is part of a series where Ziva is nineteen years old and has been assigned as Liaison Officer to Gibbs' team (just like on the show). I wrote "Staying Focused" as the first story about a younger Ziva and I've had to make some changes in that story to make everything work better as a series. "Staying Focused" is still included in the series though of course.

The first change is that Ziva is nineteen, not twenty three and I have my reasons for making that change. The second change is that in this series Gibbs only administers Corporal Punishment to Ziva, (because of her age and the fact that he has taken responsibility for her training and safety) not the rest of the team. The third and last change is that "Staying Focused" takes place at the beginning of season three, not the end of the season.

In this story the team has been informed of Ziva's age. I also plan on writing a story showing that happening later.

Thanks to Abbyfan09 for some great suggestions that lead to me writing this short story about an event six weeks after Ziva joins THE team at NCIS.

"But why not, Gibbs? It's not like I'm new to it. I have done it before."

"No."

"I have too."

Gibbs gave her a stare that would have sent shivers running down her spine if she had not been so worked up and focused on proving her point. "I wasn't referring to you driving, Ziva. I meant that my answer is no, no matter what you say."

Ziva leaned back in her seat inside the NCIS truck and felt a slight pout coming on even though she did not want it to. "But you have not even given me a reason to why you will not allow me to drive during work hours." she objected stubbornly. If the discussion had been about something else she would have dropped it by now, at least for the time being until she thought Gibbs would be more open to discussing it, but this was important to her and she wanted an answer right away. He owed her that much since it had been six weeks since she had last driven any vehicle. He had no right. At nineteen years old she was old enough to drive even according to the laws of America.

She glanced at Tony sitting next to her in the truck with a smirk on his face. He had not stopped teasing her about her not being allowed to drive since she drove home from the crime scene on her first day of work at NCIS six weeks ago, and almost, as Gibbs had chosen to call it 'killed the entire team'".

Obviously her silent wish for him to choose not to tease her about it in the middle of her discussion with Gibbs was not granted. "Come on Ziva, don't be sad, we can always get you a little kid bicycle if you're good." he grinned broadly.

"Shut up Tony! Stay out if this if you know what's best for you!" she hissed between clenched teeth and turned back to Gibbs.

"Oo I'm so scared." Tony teased her, making his hand shake in front of her face to deliberately provoke her.

She punched him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him for a few seconds. He coughed loudly and glared at her.

Gibbs had had enough. Between Tony and Ziva's bickering and Ziva's nagging about wanting to drive he was getting a headache. And both the bickering and the nagging had been going on since they left the NCIS building.

"Alright you two knock it off!" he yelled, hoping it would at least have some effect on them.

"But Gibbs..." came the response from both of them in unison.

That was it. He veered the car to the side of the road and pressed down hard on the breaks, pulling the truck to a sudden halt. Both agents paled, both because of the sudden movement which made their stomachs almost send their breakfast back up, and because they knew their boss was now extremely angry with them.

Gibbs turned so he was facing them as well as he could from the drivers seat. They were both staring at the road in front of them, frozen in place, eyes wide open. "This is my last warning. Tony stop teasing Ziva. Ziva -" she turned her head a little to look at him. "NO DRIVING! And that is my final decision. Now, if I hear ONE more word from you about driving you will be riding in the back of the truck the rest of the way." He glanced at his watch, "and we have at least another hour left to drive until we get to the crime scene so I'd watch it if I were you. It's not very comfortable back there." he remained still for a minute, waiting to see if either one of them would dare to protest. When it didn't happen he turned the ignition and headed out on the road again, enjoying the silence.

Tony leaned back and pulled his NCIS cap down so it covered his eyes a little, hoping to catch some Z's. Ziva was lost in her own thoughts, looking out the window. She did not feel Gibbs had the right to keep her from driving. She had tried talking to the Director about it, hoping to perhaps get her on her side and then ask her to convince Gibbs to let her behind the wheel again. But she had actually agreed with Gibbs. Ziva just could not believe it. Jenny had driven with her before. So she should know she was a capable driver. But the older woman had insisted that the final decision was up to Gibbs and even if she had not agreed with him she still would not go down that road with him over it. She also insisted it was not a big deal, because Tony and McGee could drive and when they were all out with Gibbs he pretty much always drove the car. So it wasn't necessary for her to drive. Ziva was feeling more and more annoyed over the nerve of those two. How dared they treat her like a little kid. She may only be nineteen years old but she was not twelve. She should be able to drive if she wanted to. For a moment forgetting Gibbs' earlier threat she spoke up:

"You know Gibbs, I really do not think you or the Director are within your rights to keep me from driving since I am of legal age to do so even..."she got no further before Gibbs dropped his foot on the pedal once again, pulling the car to a halt. This time however he did not bother to veer to the side first, but stopped in the middle of the street, causing all other cars behind them to have to drive around them to avoid collision.

Tony's cap flew off and he awoke with a jerk, looking up just in time to see Gibbs get out of the truck and slam his door shut. "Where is the boss-man going?" he asked.

Ziva gulped.

"You didn't just continue to bug him about the driving, did you?" when she didn't answer he just laughed out loud, "You are so dead."

Just as he said that the door right next to Ziva was pulled open violently and Gibbs appeared at her side. She stared at him, realizing then what he was going to do, "Oh come on Gibbs." she said pleadingly. He reached to unbuckle her seat belt and then grabbed her upper right arm and pulled her out of the truck. Her feet had barely made contact with the ground before he started to roughly pull her to the back of the truck. He unlocked the door and hoisted himself up, then reached down, grabbing Ziva's arm again pulling her up there with him. He pointed determinedly to the floor. "Take a seat." he growled brusquely.

"Gibbs I did not mean it. I just forgot what you said earlier," she yammered.

He just continued to glare at her, waiting for her to comply. He was not the kind of person who made empty threats and that was something he intended to show her. The girl huffed a little but stepped over to the wall and leaned against it as she began to lower herself to the floor. She stopped when Gibbs held up his hand. He took off his jacket and placed it on the floor for her to sit on. Then he signaled for her to take a seat and as she did so he jumped out of the truck and resumed his place behind the wheel. He did slow down the speed considerably for the rest of the trip though, not wanting to risk Ziva being hurt from bouncing around because of his driving.

Tony sat quiet next to his boss, listening to his muttering about how they were never going to get to the crime scene at the speed they were driving in. He turned his head to glance into the back of the truck. He didn't want to gloat because Ziva was looking kind of sad where she sat huddled on the floor. But that girl sure did have a way of getting into trouble.

To be continued