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Chapter 2

Gibbs came out of MTAC with Jen and they headed for the elevator, chatting amiably together as they were on their way down to Abby's lab to get her to check something. When they got there however, they were greeted with something that Gibbs had never seen here before. A sign that said BACK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. "What the hell?!" Gibbs said. "Maybe she's up in the bullpen."

"I'm sure there's a rational explanation Jethro." Jen said putting a hand on his arm to calm him.

"My gut is telling me otherwise." He answered gruffly. Storming back into the elevator and slamming the button. Gibbs waited impatiently next to Jen while the elevator made it to the bull pen.

They walked around the office and found it deserted. "What the hell is going on?!" Gibbs said, getting really exasperated now. "Is it my birthday? Are they all gonna jump out and yell surprise?" he said sarcastically. Jen's eyes were drawn to the plasma that Tony had left on in his haste to follow Ziva.

"Um........Jethro........try and stay calm but I think I just found our truant kids." She said.

"What?!" he said, not really in the mood for games. Jen wordlessly pointed to the plasma screen. Gibbs' jaw dropped and he turned up the volume, just in time to here Abby introduce herself as Abby Sciuto, Forensic scientist extraordinaire. Then an arm, which he swore was McGee's, snaked out and pulled her out of the screen shot.

The reporter was back on with the microphone telling the story of the brave NCIS agent that came out of nowhere to diffuse a bomb. Not even bothering to wait for the bomb squad. The NCIS people were obviously shy, except for Miss Sciuto because none of them wanted to be filmed. Quick shots of Tony wearing sunglasses, like that was going to disguise him. Tim turning around everytime the camera came near him, like the back of his head wasn't a dead give away, especially while he had hold of Abby's arm. And, the ring leader. The brave one. The one with a death wish, Gibbs thought......... Ziva.

He turned off the plasma and sat at his desk and pulled out his cell. Flipping it open he hit the speed dial for Tony.

"Gather up the rest of the delinquents and GET BACK HERE NOW!" he said furiously and hung up. "I'm goin for coffee." He said as he stalked out of the office furiously. Of all the hair brained, stupid, irresponsible.........I'm gonna kill 'em. Slowly. And I'm leavin Ziva for last. Disobedient , hardheaded.............brat. She's gonna wished I kicked her ass back to Israel, he thought.

Jen watched him leave and was thankful that she was now the director and not one of his agents. Not one of those agents anyway. He's gonna set their asses on fire, she thought with a smile. Especially Ziva. What the hell was she thinking?

About fifteen minutes later, the elevator dinged and Tony poked his head out to see if the coast was clear. It wasn't. Gibbs was standing out of sight to the side of the elevator. He pointed silently towards the interrogation rooms and as Tony walked passed him his hand cracked against his backside loudly, sending him on his way faster. Tim was next, his crack as hard as Tony's had been, he scampered behind Tony towards interrogation. Abby trailed out warily and opened her mouth to explain, sure that she was safe. Her jaw dropped in shock however, when she was spun around and her bottom smacked as hard as Tony and McGee's. She mouthed a nasty word and hurried after the others. Ziva stepped out of the elevator last with her head held high. She looked Gibbs in the eye defiantly and he smirked. Rather than pointing in the direction that the others had gone, he decided to escort her himself. Grabbing her arm he started towards interrogation after whacking her bottom the same as he had the others. Only this time it wasn't just one smack. He punctuated every step with a hard slap to her backside. By the time they reached their destination her knuckles were white, but she was determined to hold onto her pride and show no emotion. She was a Mossad officer. If she could withstand torture, she was not going to let a little spanking make her cry. He would not win.

"Corners." Was all he said. The other three knew that Gibbs silence meant that he was really pissed and no one argued, not even Abby. They hastily picked a corner each. Ziva stood defiantly in the middle of the room with her arms folded.

"I will not stand in the corner like a child. You should be thanking me. I saved lives today." she said proudly.

"Get.......in .....the......corner.......NOW!" he spluttered.

Jen had been watching the return of the miscreants first from the balcony and now from observation. She held her breath and covered her eyes, looking between her fingers as she said quietly to her self. "Ziva........just do it." Ziva didn't. Jen cringed as Jethro wrestled her over his knee and landed six very hard swats to her already stinging backside. He stood her up and pointed to the corner. She folded her arms a stood firm. Gibbs shook his head and almost laughed. Ya had to hand it to her. The girl had guts. But he couldn't let her win. He wouldn't let her win. They all could have been killed today. The thought made him shudder. This little brat, the middle child with the attitude problem, was going to learn to follow orders if it killed him. He leaned over, spun her around and picked her up. He marched across the room and stood her in the corner. She turned straight back around rebelliously. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Wanna lose the pants next time?" She glared at him through narrowed eyes, assessing what the chances were of him carrying out his threat. Deciding that he would do it in a heart beat, she turned back around to face the corner but kept her arms folded to show that she wasn't happy about it. Gibbs smirked. He'd won the first round.

TBC