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Tim shuffled nervously from one foot to another as Gibbs pinned him with his stare. His eyes darted to and from Gibbs, anxious to trace every movement he made, without actually making eye contact with him. He had already begun to breathe erratically after Abby had left the room. As Gibbs walked closer to him, he swallowed hard, and concentrated on keeping his feet planted to the ground, resisting the urge to run as fast as he could, out of the door.
Gibbs could see how nervous McGee was and he sighed gently. He'd gotten enough of a scare with the fireworks and the last thing he needed, was for him to pass out on him, before he had a chance to make things right with him.
"McGee, I need you to understand that your behaviour was entirely unacceptable and if you insist on behaving like a child, then you leave me no alternative but to deal with you like one. Trust me, to give you the reminder you need so that this doesn't happen again."
Tim hadn't really heard much beyond the word 'deal'. Again, his stomach flipped and he desperately didn't want to admit that everything going on up until now had pretty much hinted that he was about to be 'dealt with' in exactly the same way as his co-workers had been in the past.
"Uh...b...boss...when you...uh...say, 'deal' with...uh...I...uhm...can you..."
Gibbs worked hard to remain expressionless; he placed his hands slowly on McGee's shoulders and steadied him,
"McGee, stop. Now breathe. That's it, calm down."
Tim eventually made eye contact with his boss and frowned with confusion as Gibbs usual stare was not as stern as it had been. He could tell that Gibbs was as angry as hell but there was something else in his eyes that he couldn't place. He swallowed hard and found a shred of confidence,
"B..boss...are you gonna...uh...do...what I...uh...think you're gonna do?"
Gibbs raised his eyebrow, "Uh-huh."
Tim lost all grasp of that comfortable zone of denial he had been in, and he looked at his boss in shock, as he continued,
"That is, unless you want to go to the Director and explain that you and Abby were fooling around, and that's why you just cost the Agency hundreds of dollars to fix up the lab."
"No! Not the Director, I'll get suspended or fired and so will Abby!" Tim squeaked.
As McGee worked through the possibility of never working for NCIS again, he realised that Gibbs was offering him a way out of formal disciplinary procedures. He was still processing those thoughts in his mind when he suddenly felt Gibbs hand on his arm and his being guided towards an empty chair. He jerked his arm and pulled away from Gibbs grip.
Gibbs sat down on the chair and nodded his head, signalling for McGee to position himself over his knee.
"Boss, please! I haven't been in that position since I was a kid."
Gibbs sighed heavily, "It's like riding a bike, McGee. You never forget what the SOP is."
"Isn't that the point?" Tim whimpered.
"What?"
"Not to forget."
"Well, something like that McGee. Come on, get over here."
"Uh...you're not going to use anything...are you? I mean, you're going to use just your...uh...hand...right?"
"Yes, Tim, but if you don't get over here, I might change my mind."
"You wouldn't...would you?...okay you would...oh, boss...just one more thing!"
"What is it now, McGee?"
"I think I need the bathroom."
"No you don't" Gibbs replied quickly, his voice beginning to display his growing exasperation.
"But, boss!" Tim whined as he continued to stand rooted to the spot.
"McGee, until now, I would have thought Tony was the king of stalling! Trust me, I've got more patience than you. We are not leaving here, till we're done with this. It's up to you how long you want to drag this out."
Tim took a few moments, before his shoulders sagged and he reluctantly took a small step forward. Gibbs gave a small grin and raised himself from the chair and taking Tim's wrist, guideded him over his lap, before he could change his mind. He immediately placed a hand on his back to hold him down.
Tim could only gasp at the position he ultimately found himself in, and he started to squirm in an instinctive attempt to stand back up. He found this task impossible as Gibbs held him down fast.
"Take it easy McGee, you're not going anywhere. As I said, we are going to do this and we are going to deal with the consequences of your childish actions...now breathe," he said gently.
McGee stilled instantly, his brain not entirely computing the gentle tone of the words he was hearing against the prospect of being spanked by his boss. As he wrestled with that dilemma he jumped as Gibbs hand smacked down hard across his butt.
"Ow! B..boss!"
He wriggled round to glance up at Gibbs,
"Boss, seriously, that hurt!"
"Uh-huh." Gibbs replied quickly as he hauled McGee back into position and brought his hand crashing down.
Tim yelped uncontrollably as Gibbs continued to spank him at a steady pace. It didn't take long for his eyes to fill and he spluttered, trying to keep control of himself. Eventually, Gibbs halted the rapid onslaught and laid a harder swat across Tim's already sore backside.
"You will not do anything as childish as this again!"
He delivered another hard swat, making Tim jump.
"If you continue to act like a kid Tim, you'll find yourself in this position every time!"
And another.
"You will not risk your life, or anyone else's on some futile experiment! You are too damned important to me for that, don't you question or forget that for one minute. Do you understand?"
Gibbs last statement hit home and he silently rebuked himself for his selfishness. He'd spent the time since the incident trying to justify his actions and convince himself that it had all been just an unfortunate accident. As he faced up to how close he had been to seriously injuring or even killing himself, he had never thought about how Gibbs would have felt about loosing him. In a split second he held the image in his mind of Gibbs explaining the accident to his parents, telling them that he had been injured, or even killed. At that moment, he lost all sense of control and found himself blubbing over his boss' lap,
"Y..yes...b..boss...I understand..I'm s..sorry...it was...stupid...I'm sorry...it was careless...I'm sorry!"
Gibbs turned up the corner of his mouth in a wry smile and ruffled the back of Tim's neck.
"Okay Tim, it's alright son, take a deep breath, we're done here. We all do stupid things some times; the point is to learn from them."
Tim gulped in some deep breaths and it was a few moments later when he stood up with Gibbs help and quickly ran his sleeve over his eyes. He sniffed hard and stood sheepishly in front of Gibbs.
Gibbs placed one hand on his shoulder and with the other tipped Tim's chin up gently and then seeing that the younger man was okay eventually completed the second part of his task and took him into a hug. The emotionally exhausted McGee didn't think twice and accepted the hug readily.
"It's done McGee. Not another word about it. I want you to go to the head and freshen up and get back to work when you're ready, okay?"
Tim stood back up and nodded, and found himself whispering hoarsely, "Uh...thanks, boss."
As he headed stiffly for the door he rolled his eyes at the sudden dawn of realisation of what Gibbs had meant when he had mentioned about getting burned playing with fireworks. He felt sure that the heat radiating from his backside was only slightly cooler than the firework display that had been set off in Abby's lab.
He seriously needed to have a word with Ms Scuito before he agreed to participate in any more experiments.
To be continued...
