Summary - Sequel to 'Breaking Rule 23'. Ziva has a moment of madness and learns that Gibbs always keeps his word.
Warning - Contains spanking, don't like, don't read - Step away from the story now!
Disclaimer - I do not own NCIS
"She did what?" Abby squealed as she listened to Tim intently, before turning to Tony,
"Didn't you warn her Tony? Explain what Gibb's does to second time offenders! You should have told her about the Mrs Mallard thing and how he….."
Tony lifted his hands, "I did Abbs!"
Abby frowned, "well, I guess she's going to find out the hard way, poor Ziva, I bet Gibbs is going to be really mad with her."
"Not as mad as I will be with you three if you don't get back to work."
"Hey boss!" Tony grinned nervously.
SMACK! "Ow!"
SMACK! "Ouch!"
"That's for coming down here when I told you not to. Now get yourselves back to your desks and get on with those cold cases….NOW!"
Gently rubbing their heads, Tony and Tim made for the elevator quickly leaving Abby and Gibbs in the lab alone.
"On like a scale of one to ten of being mad, ten being like if Tony burned your boat, Tim and I had sex in Interrogation and the Director decided to marry Fornell how mad are you?"
Gibbs glared silently.
"Oh….that was a number eleven look if ever I saw one" Abby winced.
"I came down to find DiNozzo and McGee to get them back to work and….I think you should be doing just that."
Abby gulped, recognizing that this was not the time or the place for any more smart remarks and simply nodded her acknowledgement.
Jethro Gibbs walked slowly and purposefully towards the Interrogation Room with mixed emotions. He wanted Ziva to be standing there waiting for him, but he did not want to do what he knew he had to do. With a heavy heart he knew that he needed to get through to her, using the only effective method of communication he knew worked well, that she was truly part of his team.
He turned the corner and his mouth twitched with a grin. He stopped at the door and eyed her sternly for what seemed like eternity and then opened the door roughly,
"In," he growled.
Ziva stormed in and stood next to the table, her arms folded defensively.
"Sit."
She sat.
He stared.
As he continued to make eye contact with her, she reminded him of the first squad he ever led, and of a particular young Marine fresh out of boot camp all fired up and enthusiastic with the heart of a lion that had to be tamed, before he burst with the energy within him and did himself or the rest of his squad some damage.
She squirmed in her chair under his intense gaze.
"Ok. I agree it was stupid to try something like that again…..but….."
He let her continue,
"…..I did not agree with your actions last week. It is not the Mossad way to teach and reform in this manner."
He never moved a muscle.
"In Mossad we know what to do. We know what to expect when we fail. I am Mossad and I have been trained for that since I was a child. I do not know and will not accept any other way."
Silence.
"I would never have been asked to work with rules I do not even know. It is not easy."
He continued to stare.
"It was a cup of coffee!" she snapped.
"You finished?" he said eventually breaking his silence.
Ziva sighed and pouted, her mind jumping, trying to keep one step ahead.
"I have nothing more to say!"
"Ok then, give me your badge."
To be continued...