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Chapter 3
When everyone had left and Ziva found herself alone, she was still banging things around and saying God knows what to herself in Hebrew. Incensed was the only word that would describe the way she was feeling. Well that and maybe PISSED! How dare Gibbs try and tell her what she was feeling and what she was FIT for. Fit to be tied up! That's what she was. She should be out there in the field doing the job that she was trained to do, not grounded like she was a misbehaving teenager. Just to prove how adult she was she swept everything that was on her desk onto the floor and threw herself into her chair and folded her arms angrily. No one told Ziva David what she could or could not do. Not even Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Abby got off the elevator not expecting to find anyone in the bullpen. She was even more surprised to see the massive temper tantrum that Ziva was in the middle of.
"Hey Zi." She said carefully. "Anything...wrong?" Abby knew this was the understatement of the year but she had to open the conversation somehow didn't she?
Ziva let loose with another mouthful of Hebrew which made Abby's eyes widen, and then finally settled back to English. Although Abby didn't have clue what her irate friend had said, she knew it wasn't good by the venom in both the tone of her voice and the sparks in her eyes. "GIBBS! He is the most insufferable...bossy. He GROUNDED ME to my desk! Like I was a child!" she said getting up and starting to pace.
"O...kay. You need to calm down Hon." Abby said. "Did he give you a reason?
Continuing to pace, Ziva spat out her next statement.
"Oh he kept telling me to STAY HOME. Get some rest. I do not need to stay home. I am fine. I am Mossad! I do not need to lie around after a bad case. I need to get on with my job!" she shouted loudly. Abby raised her eyebrows.
"Ah...Ziva... you don't really look ok." She said tentatively.
"OH Abby! I am ANGRY! That is ALL. I could KILL Gibbs!" Abby grinned trying to lighten the situation.
"Could be one of the reasons Gibbs doesn't want you in the field with him, seeing as how you carry weapons and all." She said with a sparkle in her eye. But Ziva's sense of humour seemed to have left her.
"I did not WANT to kill him before he became so...so...GIBBS!" she said angrily. Abby was searching desperately for the right thing to say but was stunned when Ziva suddenly changed moods. Her eyes widened in panic though when Ziva started getting her weapons and badge out of her drawer.
"Um...Zi, what are you doing?" she asked fearfully.
"I...ABBY...am GOING to the crime scene. I am an adult and an agent. They need my help and I am going to give it to them. Gibbs will just have to accept my decision." She said heading towards the elevator. "Because I will NOT change it. It is stupid to make me sit around wasting time." Abby shook her head but try as she might she couldn't find the right words to convince her to stay and do as she'd been asked.
As Ziva stepped into the elevator, she turned back to Abby. "Do not worry so Abby. What is he going to do? Spank me?" she asked with a chuckle. As the doors of the elevator closed between them, Abby nodded her head, but Ziva didn't hear her almost inaudible.
"Uhhuh. He sure will."
Gibbs, Tony,Tim, Jimmy and Ducky all looked up from the body at the sound of a car. Gibbs swore under his breath as he stepped back, pulled his gloves off angrily and shoved them into his pocket as he stalked towards Ziva's car. The three younger men all winced as they watched the heated exchange between Gibbs and Ziva, who instead of showing even a minute amount of respect to the Boss, was waving her arms around wildly and answering back a treat. Gibbs was obviously furious, but there was reluctant to do anything out in public, but when he got her back to NCIS she was all his and it'd be a long time before Miss David threw her weight around again. The day for her stubborn, smart ass butt to be taken down a peg or two was well and truly past due. There was one person in charge of this team and it wasn't Ziva.
"This is NOT gonna end well." Tim said. Jimmy and Ducky both shook their heads.
"Nope. No it isn't." Tony said.
Gibbs smirked and shook his head. He'd met some stubborn foolhardy women in his day , hell he'd married three of them, but this little brat had to take the cake. He'd just told her in no uncertain terms to get her ass back to NCIS, and she had point blank refused. She had said NO to him...pissed off, no make that VERY pissed off Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Times UP Zi-va, he thought.
Looking around to make sure there was no one left in the park but he and his team, he spoke.
"Get out of the car!" he barked. "Now." Ziva raised her chin in defiance. Finally, she thought. He's going to see things my way for a change. I have won. But apparently Gibbs missed the memo because that wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He had in mind giving her a short sharp taste of what he was going to give her when he eventually got her back to the office. Time somebody slowed that mouth of hers for a while.
Ziva proudly stepped out of the car wearing an expression that could only be described as smug. She was still under the allusion that she had won and that she was about to start helping to collect the evidence. You can imagine her shock as she was spun around and flipped over the hood of her car and held immobile by her irate boss. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have had any trouble at all overpowering any man, but it had to be taken into account that she had been caught completely by surprise and the fact that Gibbs was pissed and as well trained as she was. Nothing though could have prepared her for the sharp pain and humiliation as Gibbs brought his hand down smartly on her backside. She couldn't even formulate words she was so shocked as he rhythmically paddled her now burning backside with his paddle like hand. It didn't take long; it was only a taste after all. A little prelude to what she could expect. As he let her back up she tried not to rub. She did however narrow her eyes.
"You...you spanked me...like a child?" she asked fuming.
"Yes I did. And I will, every time you want to act like one. Now go back to the office and wait for me in the conference room. This isn't finished." He said sternly.
"Oh yes it is..." Ziva said hautily. "If you think..."
"No Ziva. If YOU think that I'm gonna have a smart ass brat on my team, carrying weapons, that can't follow a simple instruction, then YOU are crazy. You either do things my way or you go home. Your choice. Now THIS isn't over. You can either go and wait in the conference room, or I can finish it here. No difference to me." he said. Ziva glared absolute daggers at him but opened the door anyway and climbed inside, doing her best not to give him the pleasure of seeing her wince." As she drove off, Gibbs smiled. Good choice Ziva, he thought.
With a roll of his eyes he joined the others who were doing their best to look like they hadn't seen any of that. But Tony, even though he tried really hard, couldn't wipe the smile from his face.
"Wanna be next Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"Ah...no thanks Boss. I'm good."
TBC
