WARNING: Contains spanking of an adult.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. I just borrow them.

"Yes Sir…gladly…no, I don't mind at all." Gibbs clicked off his phone and grabbed his keys and wallet from the drawer. "I'm headed out to Alexandria to check out the new P250's. You three keep working on those files. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Aww, Boss! Can I go with you? Please?" Tony was out of his seat in an instant, hurrying over to Gibbs' desk.

"No, you may not. Those files need to get done today," Gibbs said as he walked toward the elevator.

"Oh come on. Ziva and McGee will have them done before you even get back. And besides, I'm the senior field agent here. What if you need a second opinion?"

"McGee!" Gibbs called over. "You just about done there?"

"Yeah Boss. We should be done in a few minutes," Tim answered, hoping Gibbs would let him go too.

Gibbs turned back to Tony and studied his eager face for a moment then sighed. "Fine. You can go. But you touch nothing, got it?" he said, holding up a finger to Tony's face.

"Oh, I got it Boss," Tony answered excitedly. He practically bounced into the elevator behind Gibbs, pausing only to stick his tongue out at Tim.

"Don't make me regret bringing you," Gibbs said warningly as the doors slid shut.

* * * * *

"Agent Gibbs, NCIS," Gibbs said, flashing his badge to the young man at the security desk.

"Just a moment, please," the man said. He picked up the phone. "NCIS is here…will do." He handed a clipboard to Gibbs. "Go ahead and sign in – both of you – Mr. Pace will be with you in just a moment."

Gibbs and Tony signed in and stood in the lobby for a few minutes before a tall, older, balding man appeared. He had clearly been in the military. Tony suspected he was a Marine by the way he walked.

"Agent Gibbs!" the man called as he walked across the lobby. "Jack Pace. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand and shook Gibbs' firmly.

"Jethro. This is Agent Tony DiNozzo," Gibbs said as he pulled his hand back with a grimace. A second later, Tony knew why as Jack grabbed his hand. His grip was iron!

"Right this way, gentlemen," Jack said as he turned and marched quickly away without looking back.

Gibbs hesitated for just a moment before he glanced at Tony and hurried off after Jack.

"Now you know how we feel," Tony said with a grin as he followed Gibbs. The glare shot at him over the shoulder was enough to sober him. Momentarily.

Jack was holding open a door and as Tony followed Gibbs into the showroom, a huge smile spread across his face. "This never gets old," he said under his breath. He looked around at every conceivable size pistol, rifle and knife. He was in Sig Sauer heaven.

* * * * *

"Come on in," Jack said as he held the door of the range open. "I'm sure you want to take them for a test-run."

When Gibbs and Tony were fitted with ear and eye protection, Jack handed them each a pistol. Tony noticed that he had one too.

"Let's see what you've got, Agent DiNozzo," he said, winking at Gibbs. Gibbs grinned back and nodded at Tony.

The men went shot for shot through one magazine and when they pulled their targets, Tony smiled proudly. All of his shots were grouped together, just to the north of dead center. Jack pulled his target off and showed it to Tony and Gibbs. The entire black center of his target was gone, having been shot away by his near-perfect aim.

"Well, let's see it, Agent Gibbs," he said loudly. Gibbs handed Jack his target. Tony looked over his shoulder.

There was a slightly enlarged circle in the center of the bulls-eye. Gibbs had landed every shot in almost exactly the same place. Tony saw Jack's jaw drop. "He was a sniper," he explained with a grin as Gibbs dropped his headgear and goggles on the bench in front of him.

"Marine?" Jack asked. Gibbs nodded. "In that case, you missed a couple," he teased. Gibbs laughed and the men clapped each other on the back.

Jack led Gibbs and Tony back to the showroom. "I'll go get your order ready to go. It will just take a few minutes."

Gibbs gave Tony a warning look before he wandered off to look at the weapons and accessories on display.

Tony looked around the room like a kid in a candy store. His excitement was palpable. Before he knew it, he had a pistol in his hands and after checking to make sure it wasn't loaded – more out of habit than the belief that the display pistol had ever been loaded – he held it up and aimed at a stuffed bear head near the ceiling. A sharp slap on the back of his head made him jump. He dropped the pistol back into the holder on the counter and reached back to rub out the sting.

"What did I say?" Gibbs growled between clenched teeth. Tony rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm not going to tell you again. And lose the attitude." Tony sighed and turned back toward the display case, his hands still in his pockets.

But a few minutes later, the temptation was just too great. He glanced over his shoulder. Gibbs was busy looking at a display of holsters. Tony turned back to the counter and carefully picked up a SIG556, trying not to draw attention to himself. He looked the rifle over carefully, and raised the sight to his eye. Immediately, a strong hand clamped down painfully on his shoulder. He cringed and placed the rifle gingerly back onto its stand.

"Go wait in the car," Gibbs whispered in his ear before releasing his grip.

"Boss…" Tony started to protest.

"Now!" Gibbs growled.

Tony knew that tone of voice. And he knew what it meant. Without another word, he left the showroom and walked slowly across the parking lot. A few minutes later, he saw Gibbs poke his head out the door and wave him over. He'd been leaning on the car and hesitated before he straightened up and trotted across the parking lot.

"Help me carry these," Gibbs ordered, indicating the cases Jack was piling up.

Soon, the weapons were loaded into the trunk. Tony endured another handshake from Jack then caught a look from Gibbs telling him to get to the car. He walked away, wondering if Gibbs would be driving them back to the office or to his house. Either way, he knew exactly what Gibbs was going to do to him when they got wherever it was they were going.

"Hm, I know that look," Jack said to Gibbs with a slight grin. "Your boy's gotten himself in a bit of trouble, hasn't he?"

Gibbs glanced back at Tony then turned back to Jack. "He's a good agent. He's just got some impulse-control issues," he shrugged.

"I had that problem once," Jack said. "And I had a DI who knocked it out of me pretty quickly."

"Yeah," Gibbs chuckled. "Me too. Thanks for your help today, Jack."

"My pleasure, Jethro. Come back any time." The men shook hands and Gibbs took his leave.

He strode across the parking lot and got in the car. "Don't say a word, DiNozzo," he instructed as he turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot.