Worse than Marine Food

Summary: Tony finds out that Gibbs doesn't make idle threats.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em

A/N: Part of my series that began with The Lesson. Takes place sometime after the events in The Apology and contains references to something Gibbs says in that story, but should make sense on its own. No tags to specific episodes.

Warning: for language and some, ehm, 'old-fashioned' discipline. No spanking in this one.

Gibbs hung up the phone, looking grim.

'DiNozzo!'

'Yeah, Boss?'

'When you were interviewing Mrs. Davies this morning about the bloody seaman's dog-tags that her terrier dragged home, did you happen to comment on the fact that the family farm is a bit isolated?'

'Ummm, yeah, Boss, I think I did.'

'Did you, in fact, use the expression "Butt-Fuck Nowhere"?'

'Ummm, yeah...'

'IN FRONT OF HER FIVE-YEAR-OLD SON?'

'Uhhh... she called you about that?'

'Would you care to guess what said child's new favourite word is?'

'Sorry, Boss. Won't happen again.'

'Oh, you'll be sorry. With me.'

Tony jumped to his feet and scrambled after him, a bit confused. His confusion turned into worry when Gibbs pushed open the door to the men's room and shoved Tony inside. He felt himself being propelled towards the sinks. Gibbs grabbed the back of his head, twisting his fingers into his hair. Tony's eyes widened with horror when he saw his boss's other hand reach for the soap dispenser.

'Uh-uh. No way.'

'Tony, you do not want me to do this the hard way.'

Tony caught sight of Gibbs's face reflected in the mirror above the sink. Knowing that he stood no chance against the determined Marine, he reluctantly opened his mouth and let Gibbs deposit a large glop of thick pink soap on his tongue. He immediately gagged and his eyes started to water, but he closed his mouth obediently when Gibbs tapped him under his chin. He whimpered when he saw his boss check his watch and begin to wash the soap off his hand.

He could feel the soap beginning to foam as it mingled with his saliva. He struggled to keep from swallowing any of it, not wanting the vile taste to get any farther back in his throat than necessary. He could feel his sinuses starting to burn from the scent of the soap, and felt as if he could taste it at the back of his nose.

A very long two minutes later, Gibbs finally told him he could spit the disgusting mess into the sink.

'Nothing other than water goes in your mouth until you're off the clock. If I catch you with so much as a TicTac, you'll regret it. Clear?'

'Cwear, Boss,' Tony gurgled, desperately scooping handfuls of cold water into his mouth in an effort to rinse the pinkish foam off of his teeth.

'Don't be too long,' Gibbs warned as he headed for the door, thankfully not making him stop rinsing.

When Tony returned to his desk a few minutes later, Gibbs was nowhere to be seen. Figuring he'd gone off to get coffee, Tony sat down and thought longingly about the mint-flavoured breath-strips in his desk drawer.

'Was it really worse than the MREs?' McGee teased, referring to a comment Gibbs had made after Tony had mouthed off at him during a case on a Marine base.

Tony scowled at him, annoyed that he'd guessed what had happened.

'Fuck off, Probie.'

'DiNozzo, next time I will get out the soap we used in the Corps and it's gonna make that pink stuff taste like bubble-gum!'

'Understood, Boss. Sorry, Probie.'

'Now, can someone please find me the seaman who goes with those dog-tags?...'