A/N: Thank you everyone. I just like to say that I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I've been busy with life and work. And I've been trying to get this chapter just right before I posted it. And I'm still not happy with it, I don't think it flows like it should. Anyway, here it is.
They had been walking for over an hour now and Zach had already drunk half of his bottle, Jayden was slowly getting through his, while Sarah had barely touched hers.
The two boys were starting to feel tipsy from the strong drinks and had to run over to a tree every time they paused for breaks to relieve themselves, much to the amusement of everyone.
"You've never been drunk before have you?" Zach whispered in her ear giggling, letting on that he was feeling the effect.
"No, and I don't like the taste very much" She said quietly making sure no one else could hear her.
"It's nice though!" Zach took a swig as if to prove his point "Even Jay has drunk more than you"
"And they think I'm the kid!" Jay smiled at his Aunt.
Sarah started drinking up then, not wanting to be out drunk by her nephew. She forced herself not to pull a face as it burned its way down her throat.
The three of them were quickly getting drunk now, Sarah starting to stumble once or twice. She had blamed it on the un-even floor when Tim asked.
The adults had thrown them curious glances as they laughed madly for ages, at what seemed like nothing. One of them would say another word as soon as they could speak again, making them burst into more laughter.
Zach and Sarah were quite tipsy, just a bit too far gone to realise just how very drunk the young boy was. He couldn't even walk in a straight line anymore and anything that came to his mind he'd just say.
"They're havin a lot of fun" Ashlee said to the girls after turning around to look at them.
"I know, Zach's really great for Sarah and Jay don't you think?" Abby smiled. "Usually, Jayden whines when we go hiking, and Sarah's phone doesn't leave her hand. I don't think she's even touched it once today"
"I don't think he is the full reason why they are having a great time Abby" Ziva pointed at them.
Zach was singing and humming a song, while Jayden and he badly imitated the dance off the video, Sarah joining in with them. "Everyday I'm Shuffling!"
"Oh my Gibbs!" Abby's eyes widened.
Something seemed to click in all the adult's minds at that point. Tony walked over to them, grabbing the water bottle off Sarah and taking a sip.
"Its vodka boss" Tony called over to Gibbs, staring at his youngest nephew who didn't have a clue what was going on.
Jayden had fallen over at the very moment everyone was looking at him. His fall softened by the bush he had fallen into, but he wouldn't have felt it anyway. Tim and Abby had rushed over to him, pulling him up-right and taking the flask away from him.
"Shit" Zach muttered to Sarah, both of them sobering up when Gibbs shoved the map at Jimmy, stalking over to them.
"Pass me your bottle" Gibbs held his hand out. He knew he didn't really need to check it. He had no doubt that his son was the cause of this whole problem.
"This bottle?" Zach asked stupidly.
"No the imaginary one" Gibbs shot back sarcastically, whacking the teen's head "Of course that one!"
The teenager didn't think, and he regretted it the second he did it. But instead of handing him the near-empty bottle, he lobbed it in the bushes behind him, hoping that would be the end of the whole matter, even if he knew it was a childish hope.
Gibbs grabbed his forearm before the bottle even hit the bushes, turning him around and laying half a dozen hard smacks on his backside.
"Ow! ow!" Zach yelled at the on-slaughter, his fathers hand felt like it was made of iron or something.
Gibbs spun him back around, still keeping a grip on his arm and clicking with his finger, pointing to the spot next to him, stopping Sarah from slowly edging away.
"What the hell do you both think you were playing at? Getting an twelve-year-old drunk? Not to mention yourselves" Gibbs was livid.
Neither of them answered. Sarah was ashamed if herself, looking at her nephew now she could see just how wrong and stupid it was. While Zach's mind was working fast, trying to think of a way to get all three of them out of trouble.
"I'll tell you what you were thinking, You WEREN'T!" he roared.
The shouting stopped when they heard Jayden's voice call out "I don't feel so good" and the second after he was violently throwing up, Tim was holding him up to make sure he didn't land in any of it and Ducky was talking to Tim and looking over his grandson.
Ashlee and Jimmy had taken Kate away from all the drama, playing with the toys she had put in the pack, while Tony and Ziva were reading the map to try and find the quickest route back to base.
"How much did he drink?" it was rare for the Scottish Doctor to be angry, but when looking at the two teenagers he was furious.
"Not enough to get him in that state" Zach told him. He had only put a splash in Jayden's flask. Even if he had finished all of it, he wouldn't be throwing up.
"Well clearly it was. How much did you put in there?" Ducky glowered at the teenagers.
Zach thought about it before answering "I put four lids in, which is roughly like a double shot. I filled it with red bull, you couldn't even taste the vodka. There is no way he should be that drunk."
"There is a reason why there is an age limit, Zacharriah. He is only a child, he won't process it in the way you would. And even you shouldn't be drinking." Ducky told him, helping Tim take Jay over to sit on the grass once he had stopped throwing up.
"s'not his fault, I put morrre in thissss morning" Jayden slurred from his spot.
"Told you" Zach said. He knew he had been right with the measurements.
"It shouldn't have happened in the first place." Gibbs firm grip on his arm didn't loosen as he slapped his son's backside once more.
"Is Jayden going to be okay?" Sarah looked like she was going to burst out crying any moment. She didn't care about getting into trouble; she just wanted her nephew to be all right.
"He seems to have thrown most of the alcohol back up, but he is going to be ill when it's all out of his system"
Abby and Tim calmed down slightly at the doctors words, but their worry soon turned into anger at the pair of teenagers.
"I cannot believe how stupid the both of you are!" Tim ranted, jabbing a finger at each of them. "Especially you Sarah, Mom and Dad kicked you out for drinking. Did you really think it would be a great idea? And getting Jayden drunk! You're supposed to be his Aunt!"
Sarah was crying in her hands now, she knew he was right. She just hoped that Tim, Abby and Jayden could forgive her.
Zach on the other hand, didn't know what to feel. If Jayden hadn't have added more they wouldn't be in this mess, but if he had just said no when he asked, he wouldn't have gotten hammered.
But even if he didn't know what to feel, he didn't want Sarah to be in trouble "It's my fault, not Sarah's. I brought the vodka. I'm the one who talked her into it in the first place." He told them.
"It's all of your faults" Gibbs growled, but a small fraction of him was proud that his son was brave enough to take the blame.
"Right, this is what is going to happen. You, Zacharriah, are going to be at my side every step of the way back to camp. And when we get there, you are going to go to our tent and sit there until I come to get you."
And so began the long walk back to the campsite.
Tony, Ashlee, Jimmy, Ziva and Kate led the group, each of them chatting each other and trying to forget about the drama that was currently going on behind them.
Gibbs was next, his son walking besides him. They only stopped for a few warning swats each time Zach tried to get away from him to walk next to Sarah, who was dejectedly walking behind them.
Tim was carrying Jayden who had fallen asleep, Abby was fussing around him and Ducky was keeping an eye on him to make sure the boy was just sleeping and not passed out.
When they got to camp, Tim put his son on the grass near the seating area, deciding it would be better if they watched him to make sure he didn't hurt himself, or drown in his own vomit. And that way if he did throw up again, it wouldn't be in their tent.
"Sarah, go get the alcohol and then you can sit in your tent" Tim commanded his younger sister. He was far too angry to deal with her at the moment without injuring her.
She hurried to obey, while everyone excluding Ducky, Gibbs, Zach and Abby rushed off down to lake to sit and eat their lunch. Zach was pushed slightly by his dad, a silent order to do the same thing.
He didn't want to sit in the tent, but one look at the elder man's face told him he'd better listen or he'd regret it. He was in enough trouble as it was and he really didn't think he could afford to make things worse.
That was one reason why he made his way to the tent. The other was because of the guilt that was starting to seep in, Jayden was in a bad way and he was the one to blame. He didn't have a leg to stand on if he wanted to argue and he knew it.
What if that was his little brother? He thought. He'd hate to see him in that state. There was no way he would have let him drink, well until he was a bit older, so why did he let Jayden?
He sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair. He had screwed up big time, and he was not looking forward to what his father had in store for him.
But the thing that worried him the most was the thought that Tim might think he was a bad influence and not let him hang around with Sarah.
Zach followed his father into the woods once he had come to collect him sometime later. Neither of them said a word until Gibbs got to a clearing.
"Sit down" He pointed at the fallen log.
Zach complied, studying his fathers tan working boots in front of him.
"You know what you did was wrong?" Gibbs asked, knowing he couldn't just punish his son without the boy knowing exactly why.
Zach just nodded, still looking at the shoes.
"Verbal answer and I want you to look at me when you talk" Gibbs told him.
The elder man seemed much too calm to be the same one that was yelling at him before, but Zach could still see that the anger was still there, just toned down.
"Yea" Zach dragged his eyes up long enough to look at him, before returning them to the original position.
There was just something about looking in the eyes of the person who was angry with you. It was like they could read your very mind. And if you lied to them they knew straight away.
"Why was it wrong?" Gibbs demanded.
The blond's head looked up sharply, frowning at the question. In all his life he had never heard anyone ask that, usually they just shouted and dished out their punishments, not bothering to talk to him.
He shrugged, unsure of how to answer it "cus it is?"
"I'm going to need a better reason that that son"
"I shouldn't have let Jayden have any. But he wouldn't have gotten that bad if he didn't add more." He still felt the need to defend himself.
"Is that it?"
"Yea"
"So you don't think you broke any rules?" Gibbs raised his eyebrows, disbelieving his son thought that was the only reason he was in trouble.
"I broke the no drinking one. And there wasn't really one about letting other people drink, so I guess I really didn't do anything wrong with letting Jay drink." Zach shrugged again. He didn't believe for a second what he was saying though.
"I'll tell you exactly what you did wrong, Jeans down and bend over the log" Gibbs said sternly, gesturing to the log.
Zach looked at the log he was sitting on, and to his dad's annoyed face. He raised his own eyebrows in shock. That man must have been crazy if he thought he would willingly let him smack him.
"I broke your lying rule too. I know what I did wrong, we can go back to camp now" Zach was starting to panic.
"You either get over that log, or I can put you over my knee." He threatened "But if I have to put you over my knee, you're losing the pants too" Gibbs took a step towards him.
The blond stood up, gulping visibly. And he tried to make a run for it. He made it at least five steps before his arm was grabbed and he was dragged back.
"No, no, no! You are not doing this! It's illegal!" Zach desperately tried to get away, trying to dig his heels in. But his father was much stronger than him and pulled him along.
"I am doing this, and it's not" Gibbs sat on the log, smacking his sons hands away as he un-buttoned the jeans.
"Come on, don't I get a warning or something? I know what I did was wrong but I won't do it again. Please?" he begged.
"You've had plenty of warnings." He slapped the hands away once more.
In one swift move, Zach's jeans and boxers were around his knees, and he was pulled over into his father's lap.
He desperately tried to get away, but his arms were pinned to his back, effectively pushing him down.
"ow!" Zach was still trying to get away when Gibbs hand came firmly into contact with his already stinging arse.
"I won't start the real spanking until you stop trying to get away" Gibbs smacked him with his hand a few more times, trying to get his point across.
"Ow, your already hitting me, how can you not have started?" Zach stopped trying to get away now, but turned his head to look at his father.
"I'm spanking you for not listening to me at the moment. You're getting ten swats for each rule you broke. Just be grateful that I'm not using my belt" Gibbs stressed that word, not liking the fact his son said he was hitting him.
"Whatevs, just get it over with already" Zach clenched his teeth. He knew there was no escape, so there was no point making it worse.
"Enough. Of. Your. Cheek. Zacharriah!" Each word was punctuated with a slap from his hand.
Gibbs loosened his grip on the boy now he wasn't trying to get away, his smacks hardening as he started the real spanking.
"Ah!" Zach hissed through his teeth as the first whack came down, if he thought his fathers hand was made of iron before now, he was deeply mistaken. He was now positive his dad had super-strength like Superman.
Gibbs kept raining smacks down on the reddening backside, counting them out in his head as he said each rule the boy had broken "You never lie to me."
"You never touch a drop of alcohol until your twenty-one" Zach had started sobbing slightly now.
"Most importantly, You never, ever put your life in danger!" The last ten were the hardest, each delivered to his seat spot so Gibbs was sure he'd learn a lesson from this.
Zach was starting to plead now, not knowing that it was over "I'm sorry dad… I won't do it again I promise…. Just please stop!"
Tears were streaming down his face, and his pride was forgotten about as he lay over his dads' knee, his jeans and boxers halfway down his legs and sporting a crimson arse.
"Shhh… its over now, I forgive you" Gibbs rubbed the boys back, pulling the boxers and jeans up for him and helping him to stand up.
He pulled his son into a hug, just letting him cry into his shoulder until he seemed to calm down.
Zach was unable to look at his father as he pulled out of the hug finally. He was too embarrassed at that he had cried, and the fact he had been over his dad's knee like some naughty three-year-old.
"Hey, look at me" Gibbs said softly, putting a hand under his son's chin to force him to look up.
He wiped a tear that had escaped away with his thumb "There's nothing to be embarrassed about son. What happened between me and you, stays between me and you"
"It's not that" Zach mumbled.
"What is it then? That you cried?"
The blond nodded slightly, even more embarrassed at having to admit it.
"Everyone cries. I cried when my dad spanked me when I was your age, even when I was older than you I still cried." He handed him a handkerchief out of his pocket. Letting him wipe his face and blow his nose.
"You got spanked?" His lips turned up slightly, his previous embarrassment nearly forgotten about at the thought. He couldn't imagine his dad being his age and getting spanked.
"When I deserved it" Gibbs wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leading him back the way they came.
"Why, what did you do?" He tried to make it as un-obvious as possible that he wasn't leaning into the embrace.
"I'll tell you, only if you promise not to tell any of your Aunts or Uncles, especially not Tony." Gibbs smirked. He knew his senior field agent wouldn't be able to stop making jokes for weeks, possibly months, if he knew a few stories about Gibbs misspent teenage years.
"I promise dad" Zach smiled, he loved being in his dad's embrace and being able to find more out about the man who gave him life.
He could breathe in the scent of his dad's cologne, mixed with sawdust. And it made him feel safe, that he was at home, and most of all that he was loved.
"I was seventeen…" Gibbs told Zach off one of his escapades, pretending to be annoyed when the boy laughed. But most of the time he was laughing with him.
Just like to point out that I know alcohol doesn't work this way. You can't just sober up. But I'd like to imagine an angry Gibbs coming after you is a situtaion to sober you up. The next chapter is not going to be of Gibbs' story, because clearly I haven't even thought about one. But if i do, I'll probably post it as a one-shot. Next chapter is one I havn't written yet, well sort off, I've written after it strangely enough. So I don't know to include Sarah and Tim, and maybe add a bit more of the other characters in or what? I'm open to any ideas. Thank you.
