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Warning - Contains spanking, don't like, don't read - Step away from the story now! Also contains swear words.

Ducky sipped a glass of iced water slowly as he sat back in his chair, his eyes never wandering far from the agent lying sleeping in the chair opposite. As soon as they had got settled in the plane Gibbs had folded his arms and fallen asleep. Ducky, although glad that Gibbs was at least getting some sleep, suspected it was a ploy for him not to engage in conversation. With the lifeless body in front of him, the natural instinct to chatter kicked in automatically,

"You know, Jethro, this reminds me of one of the pranks we played when I was at medical school, which is why I was so assured that we could pull this little stunt off, you see. We had a particularly nasty professor in our medical ethics class who decided that he would threaten us with a compulsory class slap bang in the middle of a Scotland versus England televised football match. We were all pretty much convinced that he had done it deliberately so a group of us decided to enlist the help of one of the other professors who delivered a note requesting the old buggers presence in a far of part of the campus as a matter of urgency. While he was away, while we all huddled around a small portable TV set to watch the match."

Ducky chuckled softly to himself as he recalled the memory, and then stared into space for a few moments,

"It was quite a tragic ending, in his urgency to return to the class he was the victim of a road traffic accident and lost his big toe at the mercy of a renegade road sweeper. However, on a lighter note, Scotland did win the match...surprisingly."

A head popped out of the cockpit,

"Dr Mallard, we will be landing shortly. Can you please ensure that you and Agent Gibbs are strapped in securely, Sir?"

Ducky nodded and fastened his seat belt and soon they had landed in the Mexican airport. It did not take long before the door of the private jet was opened and Mike Franks boarded it with a grin on his face.

"The tiger sleeping, Ducky?" he snorted, amused at the whole scenario.

"Yes, he's exhausted Mike," Ducky said as he reached over and unbuckled Gibbs' seatbelt and began tapping his arm lightly.

"Jethro, come on now, wake up, there's a good man, Gibbs!"

Mike leaned over Gibbs and took in a deep breath before he yelled loudly, "On your feet, Gunny!"

Gibbs instantly roused and he blinked his eyes furiously as he got used to his surroundings. As his focus became clearer his brain tried to process his confusion.

"Mike?"

Mike Franks smiled and whacked him upside the head,

"Wake up, Probie!" he snapped.

Gibbs swallowed hard and shoved himself further up the chair, his senses beginning to awake. He registered that he was in an aircraft and with the distinctive scent of the hot air filtering in through the door, he made the link that, with Mike standing in front of him, he must be in Mexico and no where near Gitmo.

It took a few moments, but as his brain caught up with him, he turned and glared at Ducky,

"What the hell is going on Ducky?" he snarled his eyes wide with anger.

"Calm down Jethro, there's been a...how shall I put it...a change of plan, dear boy..."

"Why the fuck are we in Mexico? And what the hell is he doing here?"

Incensed, Gibbs rose abruptly from his chair but was forced back down by Mike Franks, who slapped his head, hard, once more, causing Gibbs to yelp out loud.

"Shut the hell up, Probie, and calm down while the Doc explains!"

Gibbs rubbed the back of his head and sat back down in his chair his steel eyes fixed constantly on Mike, his breathing still ragged with fury.

"I am ordering you on vacation Special Agent Gibbs. As your physician and friend you are under doctor's orders!" Ducky explained sternly.

Gibbs eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to protest but the glare from Mike caused him only to growl loudly in defiance and focus a similar glare at Ducky.

"He's all yours, Mike. His things are in that bag over there. He has enough for the week."

Gibbs continued to frown defiantly when Mike hauled him by the arm from the chair.

"Come on, Probie. Let's get your sorry ass into the fresh air and start enjoying yourself. It's a vacation, not Leavenworth!"

Hearing the word 'vacation' for the second time Gibbs wrestled angrily from his Mike's grip,

"Vacation? Mike, there is no way I am taking a God-damned vacation. This charade has gone on long enough. I need to get back to my team and there is no way in hell you or him are gonna stop me!"

Mike stared hard as he noticed Gibbs anger increased threefold accompanied by wide bulging eyes, a face red with frustration and a voice reminiscent of a marine drill instructor facing a group of rowdy recruits.

"Now why don't you get your sorry ass the hell off this plane, Mike, and you, Dr Mallard, use that mouth of yours to start yacking to that pilot and get this thing turned around and get us both back to DC before I do something I regret...NOW!"

Ducky began to nervously back up from Gibbs, "Calm down, Jethro, really, there is no need to get yourself so worked up!"

Gibbs became frantic with fury, "Doctor, so help me, if you don't get him off this God-damned plane and get me back to DC right now, I will not be responsible for what I'll do to you!"

Mike stepped forward and Gibbs instinctively raised his hands to ready to wrestle himself away from him. Instead, Mike pushed him hard and he fell into the chair.

Taking the cigarette end slowly from his mouth, Mike dropped it into Ducky's water glass and kept his eyes firmly on Gibbs. He spoke in a low and firm voice which was as cold as ice.

"Doc, why don't you go check on how the refuelling is going on? Jethro and I are going to have a little chat and after that, you can be on your way."

Ducky smiled wryly at Mike and then gently to Gibbs as he quickly headed towards the door and proceeded down the steps.

Gibbs froze with his mouth open but unable to form words of protest. The tone of voice Mike used was one that jolted his memory instinctively. It was the tone that he always used before when he was in big trouble. It had been such a long time since he had heard it, but it still chilled him to the core now as it did then. He swallowed hard, his voice only able to rasp two coherent words.

"No way!"

To be continued...