Chapter 2
And party they did…within reason. One of the main reasons Gibbs wanted to have them all celebrate together was to supervise just how much alcohol was consumed especially by Tony and Abby. He could depend on the others to keep their drinking under control but knew from past experiences, of having to retrieve them from bars after being called by the bartenders that these two "siblings" liked to go into excess when it came to partying and consuming of alcohol. Abby's statement to their deceased director about waking up on the floor was not an understatement in any way and he felt that this time he could send them off to bed before that occurred.
He figured by having two responsible "adults" namely himself and Ducky around they wouldn't let the partying get extreme and it appeared to be working.
The pizza, chicken wings and other partying favorites were being consumed as they drank thus preventing the partying from being considered binge drinking. They spent the night in conversation, watching of football games and old movies and the evening past quickly and so when the year 2009 came to an official end and the new year was ushered in with fireworks Gibbs and Ducky started on their rounds into sending the younger members of their 'family' off to bed.
It had been decided earlier that Abby and Ziva would share Ducky's mother's room. It contained a queen size bed and had its own bathroom…there was plenty of room in the bed for them both to share.
Ducky's home had the two master bedrooms with bathrooms….his and his mother's and two guest bed rooms with each sporting a king size bed and they shared a bathroom….it was a suite. Gibbs and Tony would share the room next to where Abby and Ziva were staying and Tim and Jimmy would have the last. All of the bedrooms were upstairs. The dogs normally slept with Ducky in beds of their own.
"Okay, we have all seen the new year come in," Gibbs said with a smirk, "its time for bed; remember you can always celebrate some more tomorrow," he ended as he reached for the remote control to turn the television off.
To a chorus of "ahh…do we have to" Gibbs turned to face his family giving them his famous glare and watched as they good naturally head up the stairs and to bed; all that is except for his senior agent, DiNozzo who had grabbed the remote control as soon as Gibbs had put it down to turn it back on.
"I want to watch Sports Center on ESPN and see how all of the bowls played today went and then I'll be off…I promise."
"Off?"
"I mean up," he corrected easily.
Gibbs gave him a hard look as if reading his true meaning and then nodded as he headed up leaving Tony alone with the television.
Tony watched the television until he was sure that he was alone before he darted towards his coat with the intension of going out and continuing his celebration at a favorite bar. He reached into his right hand pocket expecting to find his car keys only to come up empty. "What!?" he muttered as he searched the left hand side pocket and his pants' pockets to no avail.
"Are you looking for these?" boomed a voice from the stairs.
Tony looked up into the face of Gibbs as he walked down the stairs carrying the keys to Tony's car. "I confiscated all of the keys when everybody arrived," he admitted.
"Why?"
"For the very reason you are trying to do now…I didn't want any inebriated member of my family driving under the influence," he explained sternly. "Are you trying to force me to bust your butt before you do to sleep?" he asked angrily, "because if you are I'm willing to start the year off with you going to bed with a red and sore bottom!"
"You have no right," accused Tony as he walked towards his boss with the intention of retrieving his keys and leaving. He reached out only to find himself grabbed by Gibbs and having his backside smacked twice.
"Ow" Tony cried as he tried to pull away.
Gibbs easily held him as he asked, "Have you come to senses or is it going to take something harsher to get through to you?"
"Let me go…I'm not finished celebrating and there is nothing you can do to stop me," cried Tony as he struggled to get away.
"Wrong answer…I guess you have decided to go to bed with a red and sore backside to begin the new year," replied Gibbs as he easily pushed Tony towards the couch as he removed his belt and approached his 'son.'
The act of seeing Gibbs remove his belt started to sink in but not fast enough to stop Tony from his belligerent behavior. It wasn't until he felt himself pushed over the back of the couch and feeling the belt as it struck his backside that some reasons began to sink back in. Gibbs continued to smack Tony until the pain begin to have a sobering effect and Tony began to cry, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry," over and over again and Gibbs brought the impromptu spanking to an end and pulled him into a comforting embrace.
Once Tony had control of his emotions Gibbs pushed him away a bit so he could look him into the face. "Now do you want to tell me why you forced me to spank you?"
"I wanted to be sure that you really cared enough to treat me as a son," he admitted quietly.
"I would have thought that that was apparent with all of the times you have found yourself on the receiving end of my spankings," replied Gibbs patiently.
"That was different…those were for work related screw ups…this time it is more personally," insisted Tony.
"Well…did you get the answer you were seeking?"
"Yep," replied Tony has he ruefully rubbed his backside, "you cared enough to bust my butt when I was belligerent and persistent in getting into more trouble…you cared to keep me safe even from myself…my birth father never cared like you do….Dad," he finished shyly.
"Come on lets get you to bed so you can be ready to cheer for your Buckeyes tomorrow…son," Gibbs replied as he ruffled Tony's hair and put his arm around his shoulders as they went up to bed.
