A bit of a shorter one today to hopefully tide ya'll over until I get back from a trip I'm taking. Enjoy!

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Disrespect

Hetty had been observing Callen all day, and his attitude was growing worse and worse. He'd gotten on Granger's bad side, and now the pair weren't exactly buddies. Callen had always expressed his distaste for the assistant director, but it was over the top today, with sidelong glares and snide remarks.

Hetty stood up from her desk, watching in horror as Callen suddenly yelled:

"I don't want you here!" at Granger, face red, hands curled into fists. Granger said nothing, taking one step back, staring Callen down with his steely gaze. Callen grit his teeth, jaw clenched so tight he'd probably have a sore mouth later. His hands shook.

Granger took hold of Callen's upper arm, swiftly marching him to Hetty, depositing him in front of her desk with a frown and a raised eyebrow. He spun on his heel and headed for his office, leaving an angry Callen and a silent Hetty behind. He stormed past the other members of the team, who were sitting in silence, shellshocked.

"Mr Callen! What was that all about?" Hetty asked sternly, getting up from her desk, staring him down.

"Hetty! I don't want him here! He keeps risking the lives of my team! Today, he ordered Kensi and Deeks to go in without backup! Both of them would be dead had they not been wearing vests!" Callen shouted angrily, turning to watch Granger's retreating form.

"I understand that, Mr Callen, but you cannot to treat him the way you do. I know you are angry, but you cannot treat him like someone who is beneath you. He is above you a very high ways, and you have no right to disrespect him as you do," Hetty scolded as she shoved in her chair.

"I don't want him here!" Callen repeated angrily. Hetty sighed.

"I think this conversation would be better continued in the boatshed. I will meet you there in twenty minutes."

Callen opened his mouth to object, but thought better of it, instead stalking back to the bullpen to retrieve his car keys, ignoring the astonished looks on his team's faces.

Upon arrival to the boatshed, he went into the interrogation room, knowing full well the drill after consenting to his first spanking long ago. He heard the door open and close and Hetty soon appeared in the doorway, holding a small wooden paddle in her hand.

Callen wilted as he took sight of the implement, sighing. About the size and width of a ping-pong paddle, with ten holes drilled in three neat rows, this particular paddle packed quite a sting. Combine that with a very disappointed Operations Manager, and you have the makings of a very sore, red bottom.

"Don't give me that look," Hetty said, gesturing to the table. "Over you go. Trousers down."

Callen frowned but did as told, unbuckling his belt and dropping his Luckies to floor. He bent over the table, resting his elbows on the top, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the first spank. It came, and he heard it before he felt it. A loud snap! and then a stinging pain that caused him to hiss.

Hetty started at the top of his bottom, laying the paddle down in overlapping swats that built in intensity, drilling the pain deeper and deeper so that is was guaranteed to last at least until tomorrow. Callen felt tears spring to his eyes as Hetty landed a swat right to the middle of his bottom, and then another right on top of that.

Callen whimpered as she continued to swat him without relent, shuffling his feet a little to try and quell that pain.

"Hold still," Hetty said shortly as she worked her way lower to his sit spots and thighs. The first smack to the back of his thighs caused Callen to jump up and back away, which was a big no-no. "Mr Callen," Hetty warned as Callen scrubbed at the tears that had brimmed but had not fallen.

Callen bent back over with a whine, and he felt Hetty's fingers in the waistband of his boxers.

"I think these need to come down for the rest," she mused.

"Hetty..." Callen whined, shifting uncomfortably as his boxers joined his jeans at his ankles.

"Ah!" Hetty silenced him with a quick swat to his bottom and Callen jumped, not expecting it. Hetty started his discipline again, refocusing on his sit spots to drive the point home. Callen began to cry, letting out his anger, pain, frustration, and guilt in his sobs.

Hetty stopped not long after that, setting the paddle on the table, patting his back reassuringly.

"All over, Mr Callen," Hetty said soothingly, using her other hand to gently rub up and down his arm. Callen nodded, standing upright and replacing his clothing.

Hetty clambered up on a chair, standing up and holding out her arms. Callen accepted the hug, enjoying how Hetty patted his back gently. He regained his composure as quickly as he lost it, scrubbing salt and snot from his face and wiping his hands on his jeans.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly after he had pulled away.

"I know you are," Hetty replied as she climbed down from the chair. Callen offered a hand to help her, which she accepted. "And you need to tell Assistant Director Granger that as well, alright?"

"Yes, ma'am," Callen replied contritely, wiping his nose one last time. Hetty nodded once.

"Good."

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Callen entered the mission a while later, walking stiffly past the bullpen and the bombardment of questions that were sure to come if he stopped, instead making a beeline to Granger's office. He knocked on the door, stepping back as it was opened.

"Agent Callen," Granger greeted gruffly, holding the door open so Callen could come in.

"Sir." Callen gave a nod. "I've come to apologize. My behavior has been less than acceptable towards you, and I am sorry. It will be changed."

"Thank you, Agent Callen. I also need to apologize, sending your team in without backup was foolish and will not happen again."

Callen nodded. "Thank you." He turned to go, walking stiffly towards the door.

"She whup you good?" Granger asked suddenly. Callen's ears turned bright red.

"Paddling is more like it. Wouldn't be the first time, sir," he replied without turning around.

"That can't feel any good. Take the rest of the day off," Granger instructed with the smallest hint of a grin.

Callen turned around. "Thank you, sir," he said with a smile.