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Warning: THIS STORY will CONTAIN NON-SEXUAL SPANKING; ABORT THE MISSION… DO NOT READ… TURN BACK NOW IF THIS ISN'T YOUR THING.

A/N: This story is complete AU and is an installment of the This Means War series. Have fun suspend belief and read it like the fiction it's meant to be… Read, Enjoy, Review….

Dedication: This goes out to all the wonderful folks who have reviewed the series and enjoyed what I've taken great pleasure in writing. We are back to present time (Abby 17/Kate 19/Tony 21) and the focus of the trio's trouble is Abby, again.

No one gets away with anything forever… There's no such thing as the perfect "crime".

Abby was beyond ticked off. Sure she got to keep her tattoo, but it seemed like little concession in the scheme of things now. Two weeks worth of vacation ruined. Her list of who to be pissed with was getting long. Holly for asking to see the pictures. Jenny for entering her room without asking. Her father for going back on his support. Kate for her quick confession and acceptance of consequences and finally, Tony the big rat for getting out of the whole mess unscathed.

Stomping around her bedroom Abby went from sitting on her bed punching pillows to pacing, then to opening drawers, moving things around without any real purpose. Her energy and anger warring in her body. Contemplating why this was such a big deal to her mother just brought up all of her old anxieties about the woman not understanding her or appreciating her uniqueness. Even her father couldn't spank her into compliance. She would never be like her sister. Her anger was over taking her energy. Suddenly deciding to get more comfortable Abby changed for the third time that day. Might as well get into pajamas the junior Goth thought stripping down and kicking her clothes across the room. As she walked to her half opened drawers again she heard it.

Her sister's backside being smacked repeatedly, she hoped it was just with his hand, and muffled sobs. The problem with slamming doors was that they often didn't latch fully. The problem with that was that sound traveled through cracked doors way too easy. Not since the Hilton caper had Kate received such a serious spanking. Mostly because she was away at school, but primarily because she stayed out of trouble. Abby dropped her head. The last spanking had her name written on it too. Her sister was having the skin 'shredded' off her butt because Abby kept dragging her down. Jumping into solid black bottoms and a hot pink top with a skull sporting pigtails and ribbons the youngest Gibbs child began experiencing the onset of guilt. She dashed across the room throwing her body against the door on her side. Maybe it was more her fault then she wanted to admit. Being reckless and leaving the pictures out was lame. She was the one who got the tat, so dragging Kate into covering it up was selfish and while she was thinking about it she supposed Tony's knowledge of the going ons had pretty much ended when they got home from Hilton all those months ago.

The sound wasn't nearly as clear anymore, but Abby's heart could hear her sister's pain.

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Kate felt more remorse for her choices before her punishment. Laying on her stomach across her bed she nursed a super sore tush and an even more bruised ego. Suddenly she didn't feel nineteen. She was a naughty, sobbing, little girl who had no appreciation for the unwanted transition in persona she was going through. A spanking was bad at any age, but at least her over the knee hand experience was something for her to draw on. This across the bed hiding she'd just taken with her dad's belt was a new discipline journey she had no desire to have gone on. More than her bottom hurt and she had a hard time pulling herself together. This wasn't supposed to be this hard. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact.

For his part Gibbs had straightened her clothes, replaced his belt and thought he'd given her enough time to pull it together. He was wrong. The sobs were heart wrenching and beyond what he expected. This wasn't her hardest whipping. Something was off. Walking around to the other side of the bed where her head was still down Gibbs knelt in front of his daughter and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Katie, sweetie, look at me. What's going on? Why are you so upset honey?"

All he got was more sobs. He decided his knees couldn't take much more kneeling so he sat next to her instead and rubbed her back in slow circles. "Katie, I need you to look at me. It's not fair to make your sister keep waiting for her punishment, but I don't want to leave you so upset."

That seemed to get through, so she slowly turned her head.

"Talk to me Kate."

"I'm sorry... stupid... I just... sorry."

"Caitlin I forgive you, mom forgives you. It was a bad call on your part and you've paid the price for the choice. We don't need to keep going over this."

"I just... ashamed. I'm embarrassed about getting a spanking."

Gibbs smothered his smirk beneath a standard impassive look. "I think you should have been more embarrassed about your choices," he said pulling her up to snuggle into his side. Kissing the top of her head he continued. "I don't care how old you are missy if I think you need consequences for your behavior I'll be there to deliver them. There's no age on it. Ask your brother. I think grandpa Jack told him a few stories while he was there serving his time."

"I guess I'm being silly, but I don't remember it hurting so much." Kate whined with humor in her voice. She wasn't feeling as bad as before.

"Remember that and maybe it'll be more than a year and half before your next one. You're the big sister. It's always gonna be part of your job to make sure she's not digging herself in it or taking you down with her. I need you to remember that this wasn't big because of the tattoo, but because of the danger of you kids lying to your mom and me."

"Yes, daddy. When's dinner going to get here?"

"Why don't you go down and check with mom? I think Abby is going to need some privacy."

"She's never been real quiet, huh?" Kate got up to head to her bathroom.

"Use the one downstairs please." When Kate left the room Gibbs crossed to the door for the bathroom prepared for a completely different exchange with his youngest. Abby was, if nothing else, consistent...consistently stubborn. He only hoped she was ready to see her culpability in this mess.

As he pulled her side of the door open he heard the squeal before she rolled backwards splayed at his feet.

"Abbs?"

TBC