Tim looked around in consternation. The terrain around him didn't seem to correspond to what the map was telling him, and a small stream was in entirely the wrong place.

'Uh, Boss... hold up a second? This doesn't look right. I think I might have taken a wrong turn somewhere...'

'Uh-huh.'

'Ok, so if that stream is this one here, then we've got to be... wait a minute... "uh-huh"?'

'You took a wrong turn about forty-five minutes ago.'

'You knew? And you didn't tell me?!'

'You wouldn't learn anything that way, Tim. Making mistakes is part of the process.'

'Yeah? Well, how am I supposed to learn from this mistake, when I don't even know what I did wrong and can't remember when I did it? And just how is making me walk in the wrong direction for almost an hour going to teach me anything?'

Tim was getting visibly frustrated.

'What you did wrong, was going so long without double-checking your position. And I'm hoping that walking a couple of extra miles will help you remember the importance of checking that you're on course, at regular intervals, next time.'

Tim struggled to keep his temper in check, thinking to himself that there was never going to be a 'next time'.

His feet were killing him, he was tired, and the pack that Gibbs had insisted he bring felt like it was twice the weight it had been when they'd started out that morning.

And now Gibbs was telling him, in that dry tone of his and without batting an eye, that he'd known he was lost and said nothing, because of his 'you learn by screwing up' pedagogical theory that frustrated Tim at the best of times.

'C'mon. Figure out our position and plot a new course.'

Tim looked down at the map in his hand, trying to calm down enough to think clearly. He glanced at his compass, then physically turned so that 'north' and the top of the map were aligned.

'You've got the stream, and we've been heading up-hill...'

Something about Gibbs's tone made him finally snap.

'What? So now you're going to help me?! You know what? I'm done! I've had enough of you just waiting for me to mess up so you can tell me what I've done wrong! Oh, wait, sorry! Maybe I'll really mess up and then you'll get to spank me! I know I'll never be good enough at anything to make you happy! I'm not a Marine! And I'm not Tony, either! You don't have to keep reminding me!'

Gibbs was too stunned to reply. Tim shoved the map at him, dumped his backpack at his feet, and stormed off into the trees.