Title: The Too Young series: The Forbidden
Author: Diana2122
Disclaimer: I don't own the show NCIS, I'm just borrowing the characters for the story.
Warnings: This story will contain corporal punishment of a teen/adult (depending on how you see Ziva at 19 years old in this story). If you have a problem with it then please do not read and instead hit the back botton now.
A/N: This story is part of my series called Too young, where Ziva is nineteen years old and has been assigned as Liaison Officer to Gibbs' team (just like on the show). She is taken care of by, and also seen as the responsibility of, Gibbs and occasionally also Director Jenny Sheperd since the two of them were the ones that decided she could stay at NCIS regardless of her young age.
I wrote "Staying Focused" as the first story about a younger Ziva and I've had to make some changes to 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.
A/N 2: This is the third story about Ziva in my Too Young series.
Chapter 1
Determinedly Ziva David strolled over to the car that she herself, McGee and Tony had arrived in half an hour ago and flung the door open, revealing the seat she knew she was not supposed to get into. She glanced at the steering wheel and bit her lip cautiously, suddenly pondering whether or not she should really do what she was about to do. Gibbs did not want her driving, she knew that. But this was not the normal circumstances of their every day life as Agents. And besides, Gibbs did not even need to find out. It wasn't like McGee or Tony was going to tell him, unless they wanted him to find out how they themselves had ended up ditching her and their boss' car to go after their suspect in the back of an old truck owned by a local hillbilly.
Making her decision she climbed into the front seat and started the car. All the while she was trying to figure how they were going to formulate the events in a report later without condemning the three of them to some fate probably worse than death. She drove down the dusty road and watched in the rear view mirror as she put more and more distance between herself and the little town.
To be continued