A/N: Oh, there's spanking in this chapter. Thought I should warn you. But this is the only chapter it's in. I think anyway.
Zach kissed Sarah gently on the lips, before they swapped partners and Tony was dancing with Sarah, while Zach danced with Ziva.
"Are you sure you should be dancing when you're pregnant?" The blond asked her. He didn't know a lot about pregnant women, only that they shouldn't be doing much work.
Ziva rolled her eyes good naturedly "You are just as bad as Gibbs and Tony. I am fine to dance. I'm having a baby, I haven't been declared paralysed."
"Alright!" The teen chuckled "Dad and Tony bugging you are they?"
"That is one way to put it. I am not allowed to do anything from now until I have this baby." The Israeli lady was a very good dancer, and Zach found it hard to keep up with her.
"That's not all bad. Think of it this way, you can order everyone around. And, you can even get dad to be your personal slave" This pregnant business was sounding quite appealing to Zach, and for the first time ever he had cursed himself for being born a boy.
Ziva laughed "I don't think I'll have that much control over people Zach. And I doubt Gibbs would agree to that"
"He doesn't have to agree. Just complain about your feet and your stomach hurting, and I bet everyone will be rushing over to help you" The song was near ending now, and the teen could see his dad in the corner of his eyes waiting for his turn to dance with Ziva.
"Hm.. I'll have to try that" She said, but she knew she would never do something of the sort.
"You should. Anytime you need anything Aunty Zee, I'll help as best as I can. Even if you just want me to carry you're shopping from the car because Uncle T is not there or something, just ring me."
"Thank you Zach. That is a very sweet offer" She gave him a kiss on the cheek, before swapping partners again.
Gibbs and Ziva danced in silence for a few seconds, Gibbs knowing how to dance led Ziva easily as they dance slowly in the middle of the dance floor.
"You look very happy Ziva" Gibbs commented, there was a glow about her today that oozed happiness.
"I Am." She admitted "I have just gotten married, and now I'm expecting my first child. What is there not to be happy about?"
"Nothing I guess. Everything is falling into place for you, Ziva Dinozzo"
The party hit a faster pace not long after. The elder adults, the ones who were not drunk anyway, retired to sit down at the tables and watch the younger ones have fun on the dancing to more recent tunes.
Zach had managed to convince his grandpa to dance to one tune, Ducky had appeared on the floor a few times and even Gibbs was smiling as he watched his son, adoptive sons and daughters, and his grandchildren having a good time.
But far to soon for the Welsh teen's liking, the party had to end. They were all saying their goodbyes to Tony and Ziva, telling them to have a good time on their two week honeymoon to Hawaii and the family parting their separate ways, with Gibbs reminding Sarah to come to his tomorrow and wear he gym clothes.
Zach couldn't tell if Sarah looked happy or worried about that, if was obvious he was going to do some kind of Marine exercise with her, and most likely him too. But he didn't have much time to dwell on that before he was dragged out to the car.
"Get bathed, dressed, and find a corner upstairs" Gibbs commanded him the second they were over the threshold. Jackson quickly made himself scarce, not wanting to watch how this played out.
Zach knew his dad was annoyed with him, but he also couldn't help but think it was unfair he was punishing him now, couldn't he just wait until the morning.
"Can't you do this tomorrow? I'm tired" He whined, not that he would admit to that,
"Get moving Zacharriah." Gibbs gave him a stern look, and for once the teenager just turned around and walked up the stairs, not throwing a fit or sulking, just resigning himself to his fate.
He took a long time showering, knowing the more time he took in the shower the less he would have to spend in the corner. It was only when his dad was banging on the door to hurry up that he got out. He quickly threw his pyjamas on, and followed his dad into the bedroom.
"Sit down" He ordered simply, pointing to the bed.
Zach complied, waiting quietly for the lecture to start.
"Could you please explain to me why you think that I just tell you to do, or more importantly not to do things, just so I can hear the sound of my own voice?" The elder man stood in front of him, glaring down at him.
The teen bit his lip nervously, looking down.
"That was not a rhetorical question. And look at me when I'm speaking to you" He said sharply.
Zach's head snapped up, looking into the steely eyes of his dad "…. Uh… I don't think that."
"You don't?" He asked sarcastically. "It seems to me you do, name one time when you listened to what I've told you to do, because I can't think of a single one."
The blond thought about it for a minute. He hadn't listened to him when he said not to go into the office and ended up getting kidnapped, nor had he listened to behave with the whole stag night issue. And today, or yesterday considering the time, he hadn't listened that he wasn't allowed to go to the game. There hadn't really been anytime when he had listened to him, but he had only been living here for two months.
Even on Thursday when he smashed the vase with the hockey puck, he had ignored what his dad had told him. It was only something little, but there was a lot of other little things like that too and it begun to add up.
"I… uh…" He wracked his brains hard, there must have been something. But he couldn't think of anything, unless you counted the stupid things like being asked to pass him a tool, and he was sure he didn't want him to say something like that. So he hung his head in shame.
"I didn't think so either." The hiss of his belt being pulled through the hoops caught his attention again. He was sure that this wouldn't have warranted a belt. It wasn't like when he had gotten arrested, he didn't think he had been that in the wrong.
Gibbs could see what his son was thinking. "Like I said earlier, you are sixteen not a little child, I shouldn't have to watch you constantly to know that you are doing as you're told. I'm fed up of you not listening to me, so maybe me being harsher on you is what's needed for you to finally think of the consequences before you act"
"But dad…" Zach approached the topic gently, not wanting to anger the man further. "It's not like the basketball game was that big of a deal. I didn't miss anything important, it's not like anyone even noticed I was gone."
"I don't even care about the game!" Gibbs voice became dangerous; clearly he shouldn't have said that. "The fact is you disobeyed me, which is a habit of yours that I am going to break now."
"I'm not going to ground you. Because I don't even think you know the difference because you are grounded that much. But you are still having early bedtimes and your phone and lap computer are mine" He needed to give his son some freedom just to see if he could learn from his mistakes.
And also he just needed a bit of time to himself, even if it was just for a few hours while the boy went out with his friends. He loved his son, he really did, and the boy often made him smile and laugh, but he could also get on his nerves when he was hyped up because he couldn't burn of his extra energy when he was grounded, so it just ended up being Gibbs' own punishment too.
"…And, you are banned from the next basketball game." He held up a hand to stall the arguing "Don't bother trying to argue with me, because it will just end with me banning you from the next game too"
The blond took a deep breathe realising he deserved this. "…kay"
Gibbs took a seat next to the teenager, pointing to him to stand next to him. The blond did too, with only a small groan and a bit of pouting before he found himself staring at the beige carpet in his dad's room, his pyjama bottoms and boxers finding themselves at the top of his knees.
"Aw, come on dad, you didn't have to pull my boxers down too!" He whined immediately and stupidly trying to pull them back up.
"You know, if you want this spanking to end quicker, you are going the wrong way about it" His hands were grabbed and pinned to the small of his back, and he felt the first crack of the belt coming down on his already slightly sore ass.
The blond winced, trying to keep him self from making any noise as the belt came coming down. But then he soon realised he couldn't keep that up and he was crying and begging for his dad to stop.
"Nearly over" Gibbs tipped his back leg up and delivered his five hardest smacks to the sensitive under curve, positive that his son would remember this lesson, before he pulled the blond's shorts back up and helped him stand up.
"I…I'm sorry dad." Zach mumbled through tears, standing in front of his dad and wrapping his arms around himself. All in all he looked very childlike.
Gibbs pulled him in for a quick hug, kissing the top of his head and wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Good. Hopefully you might think about this next time I tell you that you're not allowed to do something."
"Yep.." The boy sniffled, grinning slightly as he climbed under the bed covers his dad held up for him with a wince when his backside hit the mattress "Or follow Rule eighteen."
Gibbs sat down besides him, pushing his son's fringe out of his face, taking a mental note that the boy needed a hair cut. "It's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission? There is no chance you are following my rules buddy, and are for work. I don't want you paying any attention to them"
The teen rolled his eyes; his dad had already told him that before. "That's why it's not your rules, it's my own ones."
"You've got your own rules huh?" The silver-haired man let a small smile on his face "What's rule eighteen then?"
"I can't tell you that, you'll probably smack me again. But, I'll tell you the two rules I learnt today." He rolled over onto his side so he didn't have to lie on his ass any longer.
"Please tell" Gibbs smirked.
"The wise old Count Duckula taught me rule six. An apology doesn't mean anything if you don't know what you are apologizing for" He let out a yawn, tired out from his late night last night and the whole excitement from today.
"Duck's a wise man. And that's a good rule. What's the other rule you learnt today?" His voice lowered now, to a more soothing tone to help try and get his son to fall asleep instead of staying awake to talk.
"Rule three. Dad knows and sees everything; you will never get one over on him." He paused a moment for effect, letting his dad think that was the whole rule "But that doesn't mean you can't try"
Gibbs just shook his head. Knowing his son as well as he did, he knew the boy would never just put his head down and listen to him all of the time, he would often try to get things over on him in the future. He just hoped it wasn't as much as he was trying now.
"Night dad, I love you." Zach shut his eyes; sleep nearly overtaking him instantly "Even if you do spank me"
"Only when you deserve it" Gibbs lent down, giving him another fatherly kiss on the forehead "I love you too bud. Sleep tight."
He waited till his son's breathing evened out before turning the light off and leaving the room to go down to the basement to have a nightcap, satisfied that he had done all of his fatherly duties for the day.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm sorry it took so long, I'm thinking about having a cute little scene in the next chapter with Zach and Sarah, and I also need to get Jack a bit more involved too.
Hah, I'm still a teenager, only for like two more months :). And after my end of year report from collage finally catching up with me, which is the reason I've took so long to update this time, I can say I'm so glad I am not sixteen again, after getting treated like one for nearly two weeks now. It sucks that collage ring up your parents over everything, even if you are legally an adult. Ah well.
Lol, yea, even I don't know why Gibbs wouldn't let him go either TBH. It just worked out that way I suppose.