Chapter 3
"I won't be doing what Ziva?" asked Gibbs as he rounded the corner carrying his morning coffee.
"Using the same type of discipline on me as you do Tony or McGee," replied Ziva angrily.
"And what has DiNozzo been telling you about the way I disciplines my agents?" asked Gibbs calmly.
"That you use a paddle on Tony and have threatened him with a belt when the headslap doesn't work," replied Ziva as she ignored Tony's frantic efforts to keep her quiet.
"Oh, he has, has he? And you think that it is a bad thing?" he asked after glaring at Tony. "And for your information I haven't just threatened him but have used my belt on him on numerous occasions."
"I know, he told me…the Pacci case being the first time," replied Ziva. "Gibbs, we aren't children to be spanked when we are naughty…we are adults."
"And most of the time you act like adults…but that is beside the point. My way is better because once the punishment is over your slate has been wiped clean and will not stay in your packet to follow you around for the rest of your career; and a lot of disciplinary reports in your packet does not look good when you seek advancement or even another job; that is if you aren't fired for having too many of them like DiNozzo probably would have by now.
Now what is better a moment or two of pain and discomfort or no chance at advancement? DiNozzo is a damm good investigator and will make a great team leader later on in his career but not if his packet is full of disciplinary reports," explained Gibbs seriously.
"Boss, you really feel that way about me?" asked Tony.
"Of course, I do you knucklehead; why do you think I take such pains with you," replied Gibbs with just a hint of a smile.
"I give all of my agents the option of ordinary type of discipline or agreeing to my form of discipline. After they have thought it out they have all agreed to my form of discipline; as I'm sure you will too."
"Tony! You led me to believe that Gibbs…."
"ZIVA! NO! Stop talking….you are putting nails in my coffin," yelled Tony as he sought again to stop Ziva from telling Gibbs everything.
"Why would my telling Gibbs the truth have anything to do with putting nails in your coffin?" Ziva asked questionably. America's slang was trying her crazy.
"He's just saying that if you tell the Boss the truth Tony might soon be experiencing some of that pain and discomfort the Boss was describing earlier," explained McGee. McGee had appeared during their earlier conversation and had been a witness to Gibbs explanation of his discipline.
"Oh…thank you, Tim for your explanation," replied Ziva as she resumed her work.
Chapter 4
"Ziva?"
"Yes, Gibbs"
"Please continued"
Ziva looked at him blankly before the meaning of his comment took hold…"Oh, you mean about what Tony told me?"
"Yes; please continue."
"Sorry Tony, bit I have no choice," replied Ziva as she began to fill Gibbs and now McGee, on her earlier conversation with Tony.
"So he referred to me as a paddle-welding tyrant?"
"Yes," replied Ziva as Tony groaned.
"I'm so dead," mumbled Tony as he took a quick glance at Gibbs face.
"Tony, meet me in the last conference room; it seems that this paddle welding tyrant has something to discuss with you," ordered Gibbs to Tony's dismay.
Tony slowly left the squad room skirting Gibbs just in case he decided to headslap him.
"Ziva, now I ask you…are you ready to agree to my terms towards discipline?"
Ziva took a moment to review everything that was said before nodding, "Yes, I accept your terms; but I'm going to try my hardest not to let that happen."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"By not screwing up, like Tony?"
"Good girl, now if you all will excuse me I have some unfinished business to attend to in the conference room," replied Gibbs as he pulled out his bottom drawer and took out a small paddle.
"Oh DiNozzo, the paddle welding tyrant is here…assume the position," announced Gibbs as he entered the room.
Tony looked up from the table he was leaning against to hurriedly say, "It was a joke…honest. I was only kidding when I told Ziva that you were a…."
"A paddle-welding tyrant, DiNozzo? You implied that I enjoy inflicting pain on you," Gibbs stated angrily as he juggled the paddle in his hand.
"Well, that day it felt like you were having too good of a time at the experience of my butt, Boss," replied Tony honestly as the kept his eyes on the paddle.
"And why do you say that? I thought I was being lenient considering that you let your guard down while talking to that coed, allowing Sgt. Leeka to escape and hurt yourself in the process…six licks was very merciful, DiNozzo; I could have given you twice that and with my belt instead of that frat paddle 'cause you did risk your life needlessly when you walked out in front of that car. You were just lucky that the young man driving had quicker reflexes than you and all you received was a bruise or two," explained Gibbs as he put down the paddle and began to undue his belt.
"BOSS! What are you doing? Boss?" cried Tony in a panic filled voice.
"I'm going to do what I should have done then…I'm going to give you a strapping for that stunt when you RISKED YOUR LIFE OVER AN EMPTY HEADED COED," shouted Gibbs as he round his belt around his right fist, leaving only enough for the strapping.
"But boss that was years ago…and you have already punished me for risking my life on our last case," pleaded Tony as he watched his boss approach, "won't that due? My butt is too sore to take another whip-ping," Tony added as his voice cracked at the end.
Gibbs approached his senior agent and pushed him back into position over the table. He raised his hand and then only hit Tony softly with the belt. "If you ever imply that I don't care and enjoy whipping you we will be back in this conference room and the licks will be a lot harder and sitting comfortably will be a issue for a month of Sundays….do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Boss….I'm sorry…It won't happen again," babbled Tony.
"Good! WHAM! Consider that a reminder!"
"YEOOOOWWWWWCCCCHHHHHH!"
THE END