It's a new week and here is a new chapter to celebrate! Thanks to KrisShannon and fiftyshadeswritergal who helped me edit. :D And thanks to all the reviewers since the last chapter - AmyV24 (don't worry - she does!), Troubled-Angel-26, DS2010, NCISJunkie79 (;D), Guest, Dalm, fiftyshadeswritergal, Greatcorals23, Fan, KrisShannon, Dawn248, and Ludy!

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Gibbs entered the house, arms full of bottled ginger ale which he nearly dropped when he heard the indignant yelps and muffled smacks from upstairs.

"Duck, what's going on?" he demanded.

Ducky shrugged helplessly.

"Have you ever know Miss David to take the easy, obedient way?"

Gibbs did not know whether to be annoyed at Ziva for her apparent rebellion or be amused at Jen's parenting techniques. As being annoyed at Ziva was going to do nothing positive to help remedy the delicate situation that they all found themselves involved in, he chose amusement.

There was a low murmur of voices, a few dramatic yelps from Ziva following firm smacks, and then Jenny was calling down the stairs, "Ducky, Ziva is ready for you to check her."

"That is my cue," he told Gibbs, standing and hurrying upstairs.

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Ziva's cheeks were burning with shame but she was too shocked to actually voice any protests. Jenny had reached over and given her several firm spanks on the bottom of her sweatpants. Although the swats had been very gentle compared to others that Ziva had received as correction from the red-headed mother figure, Ziva was still surprised by the swift application. Jenny had not spanked her for such a long time (in Ziva's mind) that obviously Ziva had outgrown that form of discipline (once again, in Ziva's mind). She had been unpleasantly surprised with a stinging reminder that Jenny always meant what she said - and that "you'd better listen or you won't like the consequences" was not an idle threat anymore. It had not hurt as much as she had worried that it would. As Jenny said with the last swat, "This is just a little reminder for you to obey."

Too bad that Ziva hated being reminded to obey.

No, the spanks had not really hurt but the fact that she had been chastised did. The fact that her friend Jenny had sided against her with Ducky and ... urg! ... Gibbs was the most bitter part of all.

Ziva's head ached too much for her to think through anything. Her thoughts were short and simple, but the sweetness was lacking.

Jenny is so mean now!

Gibbs is mean too - even meaner than Jenny. He made me come here and that is why Jenny spanked me.

I do not like Gibbs - he made Jenny mean!

Ducky must be mean too because he let them put needles in me.

I do not want mean Ducky around me!

"I do not like you!" Ziva grumbled aloud, turning away from Jenny.

The quiet sigh and chuckle, followed by "That's fine, Ziva," from Jenny did nothing to soothe the ruffled assassin's mood.

Ducky entered the room at that moment and looked between the two. The tension was obvious but he dove bravely into his work.

"Would I be able to check your vitals, Ziva?" he asked, tactfully leaving out the "now".

"Only if SHE leaves!" the hump in the bed decreed grumpily.

Jenny was about to react but Ducky quickly motioned for her to stay quiet.

"Perhaps if it is phrased nicely, she would give us some privacy. Jenny, if you would?"

"Certainly," she responded slowly, raising her eyebrow. Ducky smiled reassuringly.

"I am sure that Miss David and I will be able to complete the examination quite easily. Will we not, my dear?"

"Only if she goes away!" Ziva grumbled.

Jenny clenched her teeth but with Ducky's silent directions, she left the room.

Ducky walked over and gently took Ziva's wrist.

"Now, how does your head feel?"

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Jenny nearly ran into Gibbs at the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, Jethro, you're back."

"Yes." He gestured toward Ziva's room. "She giving you trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Jenny answered briskly.

"I heard," he replied with an amused smile.

Jenny flushed a little. "She needed to let Ducky examine her and she wouldn't let him. I couldn't stand by and let her risk her health."

Gibbs continued to smile at her.

"What?" Jenny demanded, annoyed.

"I thought that you once said that you would never use corporal punishment."

Jenny raised her eyebrows. "You're questioning my methods?"

Gibbs chuckled. "Oh, I'm not questioning - I know exactly how effective those methods are. I just never imagined you spanking the little spitfire."

Jenny shrugged. "Someone had to. Conventional methods had very little effect on her. Trust me - I tried!"

"How long have you been watching out for her?" Gibbs asked, genuinely interested.

Jenny tiredly rubbed her temple. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe five or more years? It was back in Europe when I first met her. She was a bright girl, very talented for someone so young. I was told that she was twenty-years-old and had already served with the Israeli army. She had wonderful shooting skills. Despite her driving - which has not improved - I was grateful to have such a partner."

"But?" Gibbs prodded.

Jenny sighed. "I knew that her mother passed away and it was obvious in her actions that there had not been much of a woman's influence in her life. I tried to balance her but she was definitely tricky."

Gibbs grinned. "She most certainly is."

Jenny sighed and took a seat on the sofa, obviously exhausted.

"Do you want a drink?" Gibbs offered. Jenny shook her head.

"No, I'm fine."

Gibbs took a seat next to her. "And then what happened?"

"And then, after a dangerous arrest where she disobeyed direct orders and nearly got killed half a dozen times, on the way back to the hotel she asked what day it was. I told her the date between clenched teeth and she responded, 'Then today I am eighteen.' I took her back to the hotel and left her in the room while I went and calmed down."

"You - calming down?"

Jenny smiled. "I ... learned some things over the years. Anyway, when I came back I talked to her and then I gave her a spanking for pulling such a dangerous stunt. I felt like it was either try to teach her then or ruin our nation's relationship with Israel by reporting the truth. I hated having to overlook the fact that Director David had just willingly risked his own child daughter's life, but it had to be done."

"Politics," Gibbs growled.

Jenny continued, "By that point Ziva and I had been working together for six months and she trusted me enough to let me discipline her - although she most definitely did not like it! But I could not fully blame her for her actions - Director David was proud of how his daughter had helped bring down international terrorists before she was even legally an adult. It took all of my willpower, but I did not do anything to him. I had to keep a door open for protecting Ziva. That is why I brought her here, Jethro. A man who would risk the safety of a child ..." Her voice broke and she covered her face with her hands. "My poor Ziva!"

"Our poor Ziva," Gibbs corrected, pulling Jenny into a gentle hug. "But you did it - you got her to safety. And now we'll take care of her health too."

Ducky entered the room at that moment. He was obviously surprised to see the two embracing, which they tried to remedy by extracting themselves from the hug as quickly as possible while stumbling to their feet.

"Um, Ducky, uh, how is she?" Jenny stammered uncharacteristically.

Ducky smiled reassuringly. "She may be a little sore, both physically and emotionally, but I believe that she is fine. She had already fallen back asleep by the time I left the room. Jethro, do not go check on her. She is fine. We all need to sit down and talk about how we will implement our plan to care for her."

Jenny nodded and pulled Gibbs down to the seat next to her on the couch. "Let's talk."

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