Hi All,

It has been quite awhile since I have posted anything new. I'd like to say it's because I have been so busy – which is part of it – but we all know that we make time for the things that are important to us! Writing is a cherished hobby for me and I hope you enjoy this one shot about Gibbs and his girls. I love the strong family themes in what is now considered the old NCIS and will always stick to that era in my stories. If you know me, you know my fanfiction typically includes family themes of hurt and comfort and discipline. This one is not an exception. If you don't like this type of story, please read no further. This story contains non-sexual spanking of an adult by a parent figure. Please review and enjoy! : )

Gibbs's Girls In Trouble

Abby lay on her stomach, facing the wall as big tears slid down her cheeks.

She was trying to be quiet – her comforter bunched around her shoulders as if the room was 20 degrees. Abby's lower half, however, was anything but cold. Her bottom blazed under the bed covers even though she discarded her pants when crawling into the bed she had been spanked on less than an hour ago.

It wasn't an unfamiliar scenario for Gibbs's youngest. Abby had a heart of gold but often let her impulses guide her decisions – decisions that sometimes resulted in Abby being in the hot seat in more ways than one.

Abby knew Gibbs had forgiven her for her latest transgression but the severity of her spanking had the Goth girl crying for awhile.

Gibbs had employed the dreaded wooden hair brush that left a fierce sting and dull throb. Abby elected to stand when possible for at least a day after a "discussion" involving the brush.

The forensic scientist chewed on her bottom lip as she cried, remembering Gibbs's disappointment. It wasn't the first time she disobeyed and put herself in danger, and on some level they knew it wouldn't be her last.

Abby turned her head to follow a stifled sniffle from the other side of the room. Ziva, too, was burrowed under blankets with her pants pooled near the foot of the bed.

Abby's tears came faster as she regarded the swollen eyes and stuffy nose of her chosen family. Abby pressed her eyes shut as she recalled the smack of the brush on Ziva's bare bottom. Gibbs always instructed his kids to face the corner or wall when doling out a spanking to a sibling nearby because he aimed to teach rather than humiliate. In this case, he hadn't needed to say anything to Abby because she had immediately stuffed her face into her pillow as soon as her clothes were replaced and she was allowed to lay down. Unfortunately, the sounds of hearing her sister getting spanked were not as easily avoided.

Ziva had gotten five extra spanks for her sass. From where Abby lay, those five seemed a lot harder. The lab rat was already feeling guilty for Ziva's tanning because going back to the crime scene had been her idea. She coerced her coworker to take her back in pursuit of evidence she was certain only she could identify. The two were caught red handed thanks to what Tony called his intuition for the "crazy ninja chic."

Gibbs also decreed both girls grounded for two weeks – with work being the singular reason for leaving the family house. News of the grounding is what had earned Ziva the extra spanks. Even bare bottomed over her surrogate father's knee didn't keep Ziva from strongly objecting to the restriction of her freedom with a few choice phrases she fruitlessly masked in Hebrew.

Unsurprisingly, Ziva's sass dwindled with each extra swat to her thighs and sit spots. She was outright agreeing to the grounding by the time the last spank fell on her cherry red bottom.

"Are you okay, Abby?" Ziva asked as she turned over, wincing.

"Yea-yeah," Abby shakily answered, punctuated with a hiccup.

Ziva knew she wasn't. She slipped out of bed with considerable effort and gestured to Abby to make room.

The girls fit perfectly even though it was a twin bed. Ziva lay on her side and combed her fingers through Abby's hair, which happened to be loose from her trademark pony tails.

Abby's tears stopped almost instantly. Ziva felt the Goth's body relax.

"You don't hate me?" Abby asked in a small voice.

"Of course not," Ziva answered quickly.

"I knew better. I let you convince me and put both of our lives at risk. That was my choice."

"But you got spanked too!"

Ziva's mouth quirked up into a small smile despite the situation.

"I know. I was there," she teased. "I deserved it just as much as you – maybe more because I am older and know better. Hush now, it is over."

Abby opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. The way Ziva was playing with her hair made her sleepy. Despite the intense pain in her backside, Abby soon fell into slumber.

The girls's bedroom lapsed into a comfortable silence, save from the little breaths. The two girls had quite literally been worn out by Papa Gibbs.

Gibbs smiled when he checked on his girls and saw them in one bed. The way the two treated each other now was a far cry from when Ziva first joined the team.

Abby and Ziva were sisters now – through thick and thin. Even ending up over Gibbs's knee didn't create a rift between them. It warmed the team leader's heart in a way he never imagined and he thanked the powers that be that his girls were safe and sound at home – together.

THE END