First off, thanks to fiftyshadeswritergal for all the work that she did with reading through chapter after chapter and editing. :) She is so awesome!

Thanks to the reviewers - Troubled-Angel-26, Loads of Randomness, Sarai, fiftyshadeswritergal, DS2010, rhiakate, Ludy, S, Suzy Q1068, dawnmarie1971, Guest, didodado, KrisShannon, JessicaRae95, and NaughtyAngelBrat.

I would love to recommend for you all to read "Wingnuts" by rhiakate. It includes spanking, but if you are here reading this I'm guessing that you are fine with that so go check their story out! :D I love it. Tony and Ziva have worked their way into a little trouble .. but I won't say anymore! Make sure to drop by there and read (tip: leave them a comment so that they can feel encouraged!). :D

By the way, speaking of spanking ... this chapter only talks about it but it is in the next few chapter so please be aware of that. :)

Now, please enjoy the next installment of "Echoes". :D

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Ziva stepped into the house. It went against all of her training but she reached behind her and closed the door with a loud enough "click" that she was certain that Gibbs and Jenny would hear and come to investigate. Her escape was closed. Her eyes immediately went to the floor. She did not want to see Gibbs and Jenny. She dreaded the looks of what she suspected would be disappointment and anger on their faces when they confronted her.

Her eyes fixed on Gibbs' pair of worn but well-polished shoes and Jenny's delicate high heels. She held her breath.

"Where were you, young lady?"

Jenny is mad.

"Answer her right now, Ziva."

Gibbs is as well.

"I just went for a little walk."

"Without permission?!"

Well, obviously!

Ziva bit back the remark and answered as politely as possible, "I had breakfast. I needed to eat and I wanted pancakes."

She saw Gibbs' shoes shift a little as he asked "So you went to the diner?"

"Yes," she replied softly before reluctantly adding, "The waitress said hello, Gibbs."

...

Gibbs could see something in Ziva's face. Once she mentioned the waitress he was able to surmise much of the conversation and thus why Ziva was shuffling through the door in a surprisingly meek fashion. He could give her credit for that - in what he was certain she was considering "weakness" she was exhibiting the greatest strength that she possessed. He reached over and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. He could feel the automatic, stifled flinch but continued to leave his hand on her shoulder. He gently pulled her toward the living room, giving Jenny a look over the curly head that was held low in shame. Jenny gave him a look that said that she understood - although she was not willing to erase the extra consequences.

"Corner time, Ziva. Twenty minutes. Go."

Ziva went very slowly, but she did go.

...

Thirty minutes had never felt so long. She had tried to turn around after five minutes to protest that it was silly.

"Back around or the time will be restarted," Gibbs said sternly.

"But ...!"

"Now."

She turned back around with a huff.

Five minutes later she tried again. She turned around with crossed arms and her most diplomatic tone.

"I am sure that I have learned everything possible from standing here." Then her face dropped a little and her voice took on a little bit of a whine as she added, "And it must be twenty minutes by now!"

Jenny gave her an unimpressed look from out in the kitchen. "It was ten. But now the time has to restart. Turn back around and stand there for twenty minutes. If you turn around again the time will be reset again."

Ziva turned back with an even louder and more dramatic huff than last time. She wanted to fight this but decided to save her strength. Something told her this was the "easy" part of the discipline and that if she kept fighting it she might end up spending her entire day looking at the joining place of two boring walls. So she stood there, inwardly seething at the stupidity of it. But somewhere around ten minutes that anger was used up and she was left to ponder on why Jenny and Gibbs were using such a barbaric form of punishment. Because whatever it was, she was determined not to learn it!

Her pondering completely absorbed her mind so that she was unconscious of the fact that she was controlling her actions and calming down ... exactly like Gibbs and Jenny had wanted.

"Time's up. Come over and sit on the sofa," Gibbs said as he entered the living room, Jenny close behind.

Ziva warily dragged herself over and sunk down onto the sofa. She was immediately sandwiched by both Gibbs and Jenny. It made her stomach drop a little as she felt closed in by authority and enforcement. But somewhere behind the discomfort was a feeling of security in that she had been able to at least predict this. As much as she disliked the script of these ... encounters, at least Gibbs and Jenny had remained consistent. She twisted her hands nervously in her lap. Her eyes were focused unseeingly on a spot on the wall across the room. She was becoming undone by the stress. How was this possible?! She had always been able to hide her anxiety. She began to lightly scratch at the back of her hands until light pressure stopped her and she looked down in surprise. Jenny's hands were clasping one hand, Gibbs' calloused grip had the other. She tried to move her hands a little but the pressure on either side was even.

"We love you, Ziva," Jenny said patiently. Ziva could hear the genuine tone despite the exhaustion and annoyance - exhaustion and annoyance that her actions had caused. There was that tight feeling in her stomach, something uncomfortable. Something confusing.

"I ... am sorry," Ziva said softly. It took all the determination in her being to get the words out but ever since she had left the diner she had known that there were words that she needed to say.

...

Jenny's eyes widened as she heard Ziva's apology. Her heart leapt in chest as she realized what a big breakthrough this was. Maybe they were getting through! Maybe this was working!

She smiled at Gibbs. It was going to be okay. No matter what, it would be okay.

...

Gibbs was equally as proud of Ziva's apology but he was a bit more cynical. He had heard an awful lot of apologies before giving a spanking. Somehow the apologies were often retracted somewhere halfway through the spanking once the anger or protests were released. Of course he had developed the skills necessary to receive a more sincere apology at the end but he disliked the process just about as much as the "kids" did.

"Ziver," he started, using the pet name to comfort her but keeping a firm tone, "you're in a lot of trouble. You broke quite a few rules and we're going to have to deal with that. But before we do that, want to tell us why you left this morning without permission?"

...

Ziva squirmed a little at Gibbs' words. She did not like them very much. Many of the key words were making her internally wince as she considered exactly what consequences she was likely going to have to face.

But then, this was also her chance to explain, so explain she did.

"I just ... wanted to go on a walk."

"Even though you were grounded?"

"Yeeees. I really needed to go on a walk so I wanted to go on one before ... before Jenny or you stopped me."

"So you knew that it was the wrong thing to do?"

Ziva nodded reluctantly, choosing to stay silent to prevent some sassy remark slipping past her lips accidentally.

Gibbs and Jenny could see the self-restraint and did not push for a verbal answer.

Jenny squeezed Ziva's hand comfortingly while asking, "Any other reason for sneaking out?"

"Pancakes. I wanted pancakes."

Jenny gave her a questioning look that turned into a small smile as she judged the truth of Ziva's frank admission.

"Next time ask and we'll make sure you get any needed exercise or pancakes without breaking rules," Gibbs corrected before announcing the ultimatum. "Ziva, you've earned two spankings for your misbehaviour. You're going to get one right now from Jenny for running away from her house last night, directly disobeying her and putting yourself in danger. You will stay grounded for the rest of the day until bedtime, when I'll give you another spanking for leaving the house without permission this morning when you were already grounded. Do you have anything you want to say before Jenny disciplines you?"

Ziva had gasped a little when Gibbs told her that she had earned not one but two spankings. It was too much!

"But ... but I already said ... said sorry!" she protested.

"And now it is time for you to learn an important lesson," Gibbs said calmly. "As hard as it is for you to apologize and as much as that means to Jenny and me, it doesn't mean that you can get away with disobeying. The consequences still stand. You know the rules and their consequences. So now Jenny and I have to give them to you. Doesn't mean we like it. We just have to do it because that's how rules work. Now, anything else that you want to ask or say?"

Ziva crossed her arms. Her defensiveness was returning in the face of discipline.

"If you spank me I will not be sorry anymore," she threatened.

Gibbs hid his smirk. He could have predicted that.

"The consequences stay the same whether or not you feel sorry about it."

He gave Jenny the look that said it was her turn to take over. Jenny stood determinedly.

"Go on up to your room, Ziva. I will be right up with the spoon."

Ziva had still been seated but the moment that she processed what Jenny had said she planted herself even more firmly.

"Ziva."

Jenny said her name with warning heavy in the tone.

Ziva stayed.

"I do not like the spoon," she grumbled.

"Then don't break the rules. You already did - and you broke rules that we have already had to discipline you for so this time the spanking has to be a little harder. So you're getting spanked with the wooden spoon. Now I suggest that you march right up to your room or I will spank you right here on the couch." Jenny's tone boded no nonsense. She had been preparing for this moment since she had woken up that morning. Even though she felt badly for having to spank Ziva it was something that she had to do. She figured that it was kindest to all of them to get the discipline out of the way, then comfort after the consequences had been paid.

But still ... her heart hurt. A spanking was no fun on her side either.

Ziva did not doubt that Jenny would through on the threat of an immediate spanking right where they were so she shot Jenny a glare of pure rage then brushed past Jenny and Gibbs, stomped up the stairs as loudly as possible, and then slammed the door to her with with enough force to nearly break it straight off the hinges.

...

"Hey! Fix the attitude," Gibbs said warningly, but he received no response as Ziva dramatically left the scene. Gibbs watched Ziva storm away before directing his attention toward Jenny with, "Make sure you get the 'Papa' spoon, Jen. Sounds like someone needs it."

"What?" Jenny asked, looking up from the drawer with a confused look. Gibbs turned around and smiled a little, realizing how absurd his words would seem.

"Oh, it's just something Abby called them. She calls the smallest spoon Goldilocks, then Baby, Mama, and Papa. I guess that the smallest one barely hurts at all and is 'just right' but it all gets worse from there until the Papa spoon is 'quite hard' to take - but somehow that's the one that works best on the worst attitudes."

Jenny raised an eyebrow. "So Abby ... named the spoons that you use as spanking implements? Are you entirely sure that she is ... okay?"

Gibbs laughed again, but quietly enough that Ziva would not hear from upstairs and think that they were laughing about her. "She's got her quirks. She's always got to look for a bright or comical side, even if there isn't really one."

Jenny nodded in as much understanding of the situation as was possible, then lifted the biggest spoon. "Then 'Papa' and I are off to deal with Ziva. Wish me luck."

...

Ziva was seething upstairs in her room. She paced back and forth in front of the door a few times, then she stomped across the room and threw herself dramatically on the bed to await her fate.

Unless ...

Ziva shot a look at the door, then looked around the room.

She had an idea.

...

Uh oh. Someone seems to have a plan. I wonder what that might be?! ;) Feel free to guess in the comments below! :D