I feel that at least Callen may be a bit OOC but it was the best I could do. Thanks to hangten33 for starting the gears turning with their review on Consequences.
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All Okay Now
Callen had been teasing the pair all day. Deeks had taken it in stride and just threw it back at him, but Kensi was getting mad. Yeah, she'd messed up, and yeah, she'd paid the price. She couldn't help that she was walking funny, or that sitting down hurt.
It hadn't helped that Hetty had made her and Deeks put jeans on before they'd gone into the field, but they were more appropriate than leggings and board shorts. Her soreness, made worse by her jeans, had made her irritable and snappish. She'd already endured several warning swats throughout the day for her attitude. The last straw was later in the day, when they were wrapping up a crossover case with the DEA.
"You two don't look too good, maybe you should go sit down," Callen teased as they wrapped up their case. "Or would that hurt too much?"
Talia Del Campo, working with them on a crossover case, was within earshot when Callen said that.
"What's this about hurting when sitting down?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Deeks and Kens got in a little hot water yesterday, Hetty whipped 'em back into shape," Callen explained. "Literally."
"Add that to the list of why I'm afraid of your boss," she said matter-o-factly, setting a hand on her hip. Behind her, Kensi was glaring at Callen. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. She took a step forward, curled her right hand into a fist, and sent it colliding into Callen's jaw.
Callen, who would never raise a hand against his little sister, did nothing to defend himself, reeled backward in shock, blood running down his chin from the split lip. Kensi seethed, teeth clenched as she shook out her fist, now aching from the blow.
"Kensi, that is enough!" Deeks yelled, running forward. Sam reached the two before he did, grabbing Callen by the back of his collar and Kensi by the belt loops on the back of her jeans. She hissed in pain at the jarring movement.
"You two have been acting like my 9 year old daughter all day! Knock it off!" Sam dragged the two to Kensi's car, gesturing that they get in the back seat. "Sit."
The two did as asked, Callen nursing his bruised jaw and Kensi glowering, arms crossed over her chest. Sam walked back over to Deeks and Talia.
"You guys got this? I've gotta babysit," Sam said, gesturing at the pair in the car.
"Yeah, we've got this," Talia replied with a tilt of her chin.
"I could go with you, or you could stay here, or...," Deeks said hesitantly, stepping towards Sam.
"No, I've got it. Stay here and finish up with Talia."
"You sure? 'Cause that's my partner you're taking to her doom, you know," Deeks pointed out.
"Deeks, stay here, or I'm gonna throw you in with 'em."
"Ehh, no, I-I'm good," Deeks said, backing up. "I'll see you later."
"I'm taking Kensi's car to the boatshed." Sam pulled the Challenger's keys from his pocket, holding them out to Deeks. His eyes lit up. Sam tugged them back to himself when Deeks reached for them. "Not a scratch, Deeks. Not a scratch. If I find anything amiss with my baby, I'm gonna throw you off the OPS balcony. Got it?"
"Got it." Deeks took the keys gently and zipped them into his jacket pocket. Sam turned and walked back to the Audi, getting into the driver's seat, moving the seat back to compensate for his large frame.
"Seriously, what has gotten into you two today?" Sam asked as he pulled out into the street. "G, you've done nothing but irritate Kensi and Deeks all day. Kensi, you've bitten his head off every time he's even remotely looked your way."
"He can't keep his mouth shut. I screwed up, I got smacked for it. It's over, done, and he doesn't need to keep bringing it up!" Kensi said, irritated, throwing a scowl at Callen.
"She's too easy to tease," Callen countered. "She takes everything personal, and then she gets irritated. I'm irritating, Sam, you've said it yourself."
Sam snorted. "That's true." He touched his ear. "Eric, tell Hetty to meet us at the boatshed. I've got a couple of toddlers in need of a babysitter."
Kensi glowered at him, but didn't say anything. They arrived at the boatshed, and Sam ushered the two into the building with a hand on the back of their necks. He pushed Kensi into the first interrogation room.
"Pretty sure Hetty'd want you in the corner," he said to her before marching Callen up the stairs to the second room.
"Isn't this a little overkill?" Callen asked as Sam pushed him into a corner of the room.
"Nope," Sam said, closing the door behind him as he took his leave. He headed back downstairs, watching the video feed of the two cameras. Kensi was knocking her head against the wall repeatedly, evidently angry at herself. Callen was shifting from foot to foot, obviously nervous.
Hetty walked in at that moment, an irritated look on her face.
"Kids misbehaving again, Mr Hanna? What'd they do this time?" she quipped, glancing at the monitor, where two of her charges were visible. Kensi was still pounding her forehead against the wall, now alternating that with thumping her toes off the baseboard.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "Only one of the little ones though. The other one is surprisingly well behaved today," he said, referring to Deeks, who had no intentions of misbehaving and risking another whipping so soon. "
"The other little one isn't as stubborn as the littlest," Hetty murmured.
"Callen's been bugging her all day, and Kensi punched him in the jaw," Sam explained with a frown. Hetty's face darkened.
"I've already told her she's walking a fine line with me today," Hetty muttered with a shake of her head.
She gestured at Kensi's video feed. "I'd better go put a stop to that before she bruises."
Sam snorted. Hetty glanced at the feed again. "She wisely has no belt today. Might I borrow yours?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," Sam said, unbuckling and pulling his belt through the loops and passing it to her.
"You may stay if you like, Mr Hanna, but I would appreciate if you turned the monitor off."
"I'm going to go outside," Sam said, walking past her and out the door. He didn't want to see or hear anything. It pained him to even think about his family in pain. Hetty followed him down the hall, stopping at the interrogation room. She heaved a breath before opening the door.
"Miss Blye! Would you please. Stop. The banging!" She shouted over Kensi's incessant racket. Kensi's head shot up and then looked down at Hetty with a frown.
"Sorry," she murmured, turning her toes inward. Hetty wasted no time in getting to the point.
"What has gotten into you today? You have been nothing but ornery all day! Punching your team leader can be a serious offense, Miss Blye, and it was completely unnecessary!"
"He's so annoying!" Kensi snapped, still irritated.
"I understand, and he's upstairs waiting right now for his punishment for his behavior, but that was no reason to physically hurt him today! He is your commanding officer, not some stupid criminal!" Hetty admonished. Kensi looked down and didn't say anything.
"Shall we get this over with?" Hetty asked, ushering her over to the table with a hand on the small of her back. Kensi nodded. "Good. Jeans down. Underwear too."
Kensi's ears turned bright red as a flush crept up her cheeks, but she did as asked, pushing her clothing down to her knees. Then she rested her elbows on the table and her punishment began. It didn't take long for Kensi to start crying, maybe four swats or so. Getting another spanking on an already very sore backside was not a pleasant experience at all.
The swats rained down without any relent, and it didn't take long for Kensi to start wiggling and squirming, trying her best to stay down and not jump up. Tears streamed down her cheeks, puddling on the table. She reached an arm up to scrub at her nose with her sleeve as a particularly hard stroke landed across the backs of her thighs.
Kensi yelped, unable to stop from leaping to her feet. She panicked, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she cried as she immediately bent back down. Hetty placed a hand on her back, rubbing gently. She hadn't planned on stopping so soon, but Kensi was obviously done. She was at her breaking point.
"It's alright, Miss Blye, it's all over. All over."
Kensi heaved a breath with a nod, scrubbing at her eyes with her sleeves.
"You may redress," Hetty replied as she set Sam's belt on the table. Kensi quickly pulled up her pants and underwear, buttoning her jeans with shaky hands. She didn't bother to hide her hiss of pain when her clothing was righted, it stung like all get out. "Come here," Hetty murmured, holding her arms out for a hug. Kensi leaned down to hug her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
"I know, little one," Hetty replied, very quietly. Kensi barely heard it, but she did, and smiled. Hetty pulled away after a moment. "I'm going to go deal with Mr Callen, and when I'm finished, you are going to apologize. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kensi said with a node. Hetty reached for the belt on the table, taking it with her as she walked out into the main room of the boatshed.
"Is that Sam's?" Kensi asked, morbidly curious.
"Yes, it is," Hetty said as she started for the stairs. Kensi nodded, but didn't say anything. She glanced at the TV monitor and saw Callen standing in the corner of the upstairs interrogation room. She quickly turned the monitor off, then walked gingerly to the couch and sat down, immediately shifting to a precarious balance on her hip.
Upstairs, Callen was waiting nervously as Hetty ascended the stairs. She opened the door, Sam's belt hanging loosely from her hand. She set it on the table, then placed a hand on Callen's arm, turning him around. She beckoned him to kneel down with a finger, and she gently probed his bruised jaw and split lip.
"It's nothing, Hetty, it will heal," he said with a small smile. There was a little blood in his teeth. Hetty nodded and reached for the belt again.
"Want to explain why you're being such a pest today?" she asked, allowing him to stand back up.
"Not really," he muttered, his guilty expression saying it all. Hetty nodded.
"Very well. Jeans down, please," Hetty said, gesturing at the table. "Then over you go."
Callen unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to his ankles, then rested his elbows on the table. Hetty gave him two dozen or so strokes over the seat of his boxers before dropping the belt to the table, buckle clattering loudly. Callen's offense had been much lighter than Kensi's, therefore, his punishment was not nearly as harsh.
"You behave yourself," Hetty said firmly, shaking a finger at Callen, who was breathing heavily. Tears shown in his eyes, but none fell.
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a nod, propping himself up on his hands.
"Pull your jeans back up and come downstairs. Miss Blye is waiting with an apology, and you will do the same."
Callen nodded and followed her down the stairs, bottom stinging at the movement. Kensi stood when they reached the main floor, grunting in pain.
"I will leave you two to your apologies. I am going back to work. You two go home." Hetty left, taking Sam's belt with her. She found Sam coming back from a walk around the marina, the sun setting behind him. "All finished, Mr Hanna. You may go back in now, if you so choose." She passed his belt back to him.
"Thanks Hetty. Goodnight." He headed towards the boatshed as Hetty got into her car. Once she had driven away, he took the belt in his hand and chucked it into the ocean.
Back inside, Kensi fell into her apology, eyes watering.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whimpered, coming to hug him.
"I'm sorry too," Callen whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "It's all okay now." He held her as she cried into his shoulder, rocking her back and forth.
"I'm sorry," she said again, burying her face in his shirt.
"I know, Kens, I know," Callen murmured, rubbing her back up and down, continuing his soothing rocking motion. Kensi sniffled, pulling back after a moment, glancing at his wet shirt.
"Sorry," she said ruefully.
"Don't worry about it."
Sam reentered at that moment. "You guys good?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, we're good," Callen said, pulling Kensi back to him. "A little sore, but good."
Kensi snorted. "A little?" she asked. Sam huffed a quick laugh as Callen released Kensi, and walked over to Sam stiffly.
"Let's go home."
Sam nodded. "Perfect timing," he said as the low rumble of a Challenger pulled up outside. Deeks entered a moment later, tossing the keys to Sam.
"Thanks for letting me drive her," he said with a grin. Sam nodded, catching the keys.
"Goodnight, guys," Callen said as he limped after Sam outside.
"Hey, baby," Deeks murmured once they had gone. "You okay?"
Kensi nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm okay," she said. "Really sore, but I'm okay." She gave a small smile. Deeks pulled her into an embrace, rubbing her back up and down. She wrapped her arms around him.
Deeks kissed the top of her head, then landed two moderate spanks on her bottom. Kensi jumped and yelped, pulling away from him with a glare.
"What was that for?" she said indignantly, mouth open slightly in disbelief.
"You were a brat today," Deeks said matter-o-factly. Kensi nodded, looking down at her toes.
"I know," Kensi said.
"Good. Don't do it again."
Kensi nodded, ears bright red. Deeks held out his hand for her to take.
"Let's go home." The pair walked out of the boatshed, one with a stiff limp, the other with an arm wrapped around her waist.
Kensi allowed Deeks to drive home, and even got him to carry her inside the house. Monty greeted them with excited whimpers and tail wags as Deeks set Kensi on her feet in the doorway.
"You hungry?" Deeks asked as she turned towards the stairs. Kensi shook her head, then slipped up to the bedroom to change while Deeks fed the dog and himself, and brought up a couple of towel-wrapped ice packs. He was still a little sore himself, but not nearly as bad as Kensi was hurting.
Kensi was on her stomach on the bed when Deeks walked in, bright red, purple rimmed thighs on display, peeking out beneath her shorts.
"You'd better not make a habit of this," Deeks quipped as he surveyed the damage. He lifted the back of her shorts to get a better look. Kensi didn't object, too tired to really care. Deeks took it as a good sign and curled his fingers in the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down to her knees. Her navy cotton panties followed soon after. Deeks was rather surprised when there was no objections. Kensi propped herself up on an elbow and glanced at him. His face was full of concern.
"That looks like it really hurts," Deeks said. Her skin was bright red, and swollen, and her sit spots were already bruised. Her thighs were just as red, tinged in purple.
"It does," Kensi murmured, dropping her head back to her pillow with a sigh. "I was pretty darn stupid today, wasn't I?' she asked, even though she already knew the answer. Deeks didn't say anything, just tugged her shorts and panties back up.
"Gosh, Kens, I can feel the heat coming off you," he murmured sympathetically as he passed her an ice pack. She balanced it on her aching thighs.
"I bet. Hetty is tiny, but she's strong," Kensi murmured. She glanced up at him as he went to change into sweats. "You still hurting?"
"Not nearly as much as you," he replied, slipping into bed, and rolling onto his stomach. Kensi scooted closer to him, and he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, tugging her into his side. Once again, Kensi slept on her tummy that night, but she slept well.