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Warning - Contains spanking, don't like, don't read - Step away from the story now!
A/N - Another explanation - my knowledge of anatomy is the same as knowledge of chemistry! Thanks to the internet for giving me an indication of what the muscles are (confused? you'll get to that part in this chapter and then you'll understand).
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In the corridor, Abby Scuito had been hyperactively pacing the floor. As the muffled sounds of Tim being spanked had escaped from the room, she had increased her pacing speed and began wringing her hands.
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap," she repeated over and over.
As the sound ceased she fixed her eyes on the door and swallowed hard. When it eventually opened, she couldn't help but start to retreat backwards down the corridor, only stopping abruptly as she recalled Gibbs' earlier warning.
She winced in sympathy, as Tim emerged, red faced and walking gingerly down the corridor. He smiled quickly as he passed her, unable to say anything as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Abby."
The cold voice of Jethro Gibbs made her spin her head around. He stood in the door way and beckoned her with his finger.
She bit her bottom lip and screwed up her face,
"Gibbs! Uh...wouldn't you like to take a rest first! Can I get you a coffee?"
He laughed out loud and nodded his head in the direction of the conference room.
"I don't need a rest, and, I'll get coffee later...come on, let's get this over with."
She followed him slowly into the conference room and stood nervously beside the table. She kept her wide eyes on him as he closed the door and then walked slowly to stand in front of her.
"Tell me Abby, do you and DiNozzo have some sort of competition going on?"
"Huh?" she replied, totally thrown by his question.
"When I told you I'd start smacking you like DiNozzo, I didn't figure you'd be aiming to have the same number he gets in a week!"
She gulped and then started wringing her hands once more,
"Okay, I know this is like, the second time in just a few weeks, that you've not been overly happy with me."
He raised his eyebrow.
"Well, more than a little pissed off. Okay, extremely mad and disappointed, but I swear Gibbs, I didn't mean to blow up the lab and whatever McGee might have said it was his fault, you see he put the wrong chemical in, and if he had listened carefully to what I said, we would have had an extremely attractive blue and green, sparkly mother of all fireworks, but as he screwed up, we didn't. Did I tell you I burned my lab coat? I've had that coat for years. It has sentimental value, Gibbs! I've solved hundreds of cases with that coat, well not entirely the coat, but that coat helps me think, and now I have to get a new one, and it won't have the same coat karma that my old one had and..."
He was sure that she would have come up for breath a lot sooner, but he decided not to see how long she could actually witter on for.
"Abby," he said sternly.
She finally took in a deep breath and looked at him, mustering the best puppy dog look she could manage,
"I'm in big trouble right?"
"What do you think?"
"I thought you weren't supposed to answer a question with a question."
He inhaled and scowled at her,
"And I thought you would know by know that smart mouthing me when you are in the mess that you are in, isn't exactly gonna help your case, young lady!"
She grimaced at the change in his tone and her eyes found the floor. She heard him sigh heavily.
"Do you understand why we have to do this? Why I have to punish you?"
She nodded her head and glanced at him quickly. He raised his eyebrow waiting for her to explain.
"Because we wrecked the lab, and were working on experiments that had nothing to do with a case, and we had everyone evacuate the building, and that isn't good for productivity levels."
He folded his arms as he continued to glare at her.
"And?"
She bit her bottom lip and shuffled from one foot to another. Her mind raced, knowing that Gibbs was pissed that she'd once again not thought about the consequences of where her curiosity might lead. And that it could have potentially have ended with both her and Tim lying in a slab in Ducky's autopsy. The problem she had right now, was that her brain knew it, but she couldn't get her mouth to engage and actually say all that.
"I know, okay," she pouted, "look, can we just get it over with?"
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and tilted his head slightly,
"We're doing nothing till you tell me why we are here. So unless you want to drag this out, you better start talking."
She huffed loudly and folded her arms defiantly.
"I shouldn't have...uhm..."
He prompted her further as she let the silence grow,
"Go on."
"...uh...goofed around with stuff that was dangerous. And involved Tim and been so excited about what I was doing to check that we were doing everything correctly and so not ending up with a lab lit up like the fourth of July...which...uh...coulda...uhm...killed both of us."
She narrowed her eyes, "Okay, you happy now! I said it! We screwed up and nearly got us both killed!"
He smirked, "And that is the reason why I am doing this Abby, because I will not tolerate you or McGee putting yourselves into positions that endanger your lives."
Gibbs took hold of Abby's arm firmly and as he sat down in the chair, he pulled her down onto his lap and held her down just as he'd done with Tim.
She squirmed and managed to wriggle around so that she looked up at him.
"Gibbs, do you have to do this? I mean, you really don't know how hard a hand you've got. What if you pull an interosseus muscle? You won't be able to work on your boat. Or what if you damage your thenar muscle? There's no way you'll be able to hold your gun properly and what if..."
He laid a hard smack down on her backside and she yelped.
"If you don't want me to damage my hand Abby, I can always use something else to do this!"
Her eyes went wide and she shook her head, and then reluctantly turned around, and waited for the onslaught to begin.
He sighed for a moment and pressed his hand a little more firmly down on her back and raised the other.
"Oww!...Giiiibbbss!!"
Abby squealed at every hard swat Gibbs delivered to her backside, and was soon sniffling, as every muscle in his hand got a rigorous workout. As with McGee, he eventually stopped and laid a hard smack across her butt.
"No more stupid experiments Abby, or we do this every day for a week, do you understand me?"
"Yeeessss!" she wailed.
He delivered one more stinging smack.
"Life is too precious to play with Abby! You are too precious to risk on some dumb firework. You mean too much to me to be playing with your life like that. You got me?"
She sniffed hard.
"Yeah...I got you!"
She always got Gibbs. Got it that he had a fierce overprotective streak about her that didn't help her rear end whenever she strayed a little of topic. Got it that he wasn't ever going to let her away with her stubborn curiosity when it steered her down a dangerous path. Got it that she'd disappointed him. Got it that he'd fixed the fact that she had been scared out of her wits as her lab exploded in a multicolored spectacle and now she felt that at least she'd paid the price for her stupidity, despite not actually admitting it out loud.
He stood up and sighed, happy to now get to the second task he had to carry out. Gently holding her he took her in his arms and held her close as she cried softly into his shoulder.
"We're done Abby...we're done. Everything's okay now." he whispered gently in her ear.
Finally she lifted her head and looked up to meet his now gentler blue eyes.
"When you said earlier that...uh...we were both intelligent, you did mean that I was more intelligent than Tim...right?"
Gibbs simply smiled and he put his arm around her as they walked together to the door.
"You are both geniuses in a 'nutty professor' kinda way" he said jokingly.
"But who has the most smarts Gibbs?" she pressed him further.
He sighed and raised an eyebrow, "Whichever one of you can stay out of trouble the longest! Why don't you head back to your lab, I'll send McGee down to give you a hand with the clear up."
She nodded sheepishly and, as she headed down the corridor behind Gibbs, she whispered quietly.
"Damn, McGee! Staying outta trouble? We need to talk Timmy-boy!"
To be continued...