Warning: This chapter contains the consequential spanking of a minor! Don't like, don't read! And if you do read, don't flame!
Note: I am NOT trying to bash Tony! If it seems like I'm bashing Tony, I apologize as that was not the intention!
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Because Timmy didn't have any relatives living in D.C., he was allowed to stay with Kate until Social Services could locate a relative. Of course, Kate couldn't afford to miss several days, or even weeks of work, so with Director Sheppard's permission, Kate was allowed to bring Timmy to the Navy Yard, as long as he was under constant super vision.
Gibbs, Kate, Ziva, Ducky and Autopsy Gremlin were all out in the field gathering evidence. And Abby was at the dentist, an appointment she'd been fretting about for days. Of course, it wasn't safe to bring a five-year-old out into the field, even if he didn't have a mental block. Tony had volunteered to stay back at the Navy Yard with Timmy, only because he owed Kate a favor and she really wanted to go out into the field.
Timmy say across from Tony, at Kate's desk. His arms were crossed and he glared at Tony with a look as though he would've enjoyed seeing Tony boiled in oil. Tony ignored him. This only made Timmy mad. He picked up a handful of pens and pencils and threw them at Tony.
"Ow!" Tony cried. Several of them had hit him in the face. He could feel a trickle of blood running down his face from a sharpened pencil that had cut his cheek. He glared at the ignorant little weasel, but went back to his work.
Not having received the reaction he wanted, Tim threw more pencils. One of them cut Tony's arm. Angry, he rose from his desk, and walked towards Kate's desk. He reached to take the pencil holder and the remaining pencils, but when he did, Timmy grabbed his hand and bit it.
"Ah!" Tony growled. He snatched the pencil holder and sat down at his desk, continuing his work. The McGee kid folded his arms against his chest and glared at him. Tony just ignored the little pest. He was busily typing at his computer. It wasn't work related. No, it was an apology note.
To Ducky.
In the hour that they had been gone, Tim had managed to sneak away from Tony's gaze for only a moment. But in that moment, he had somehow managed to sneak into Autopsy and break several of Ducky's tools, then leaving them scattered about the floor.
Tony knew that Ducky was going to be angry at him because Tim was his responsibility. But he hoped that he would understand.
Tony put his head down on his desk and closed his eyes. He sighed, glancing at Ziva's desk. It was in shambles. The little monster had gone through her desk and destroyed most of the contents in its drawers. Some of the stuff in her desk was probably really important to her. And it was Tony's fault that it was destroyed. The kid was under his super vision. At least, that's what his guilty conscience was telling him.
Tony looked up. He's only lost focus for a few seconds or so, but some how, once again the stupid kid was gone.
"Kid?" Tony called, rising from his chair. "Hey, kid!" No response. "Tim!" Tony searched around the bull pen but the little pest was no where to be found. Then, he noticed a trail of ink, most likely from an exploded pen. That had to be the stupid kid. The trail lead…
"NO!" Tony ran to the other side of the desk, only to see Tim, a pen grasped in his meaty little fist, and ink go everywhere as the kid snapped the pen in half. Ink was sprayed everywhere. Gibbs' would be so mad! Tony began trying to wipe up what ink he could with his nice jacket. It was obviously ruined, as was much of the items around Gibbs' desk.
Tony stood up, realizing his attempts at cleaning up the mess were futile. He narrowed his eyes and looked around for that kid, but once again, he was nowhere to be found.
Again, Tony searched around the bull pen, but he wasn't here. Then, Tony spotted the fat, little, inky handprints on the wall by the stairwell. He knew he'd have to clean up that mess but he was only concerned with preventing the damage that was sure to be done unless he found that little menace.
Tony followed the handprints down to Abby's lab… which she'd left open… He ran inside but it was too late. And the sight before him was something straight out of a horror movie. And it made him sick. Sick to his stomach.
Much of Abby's equipment was face down, broken on the floor, as though they had been yanked or pushed off of their tables. A vast assortment of unidentified liquids were spilled about the floor. Bert was on the floor too, and he was missing a leg, stuffing strewn about the room. And in the middle of scene, sitting on the floor with his arms folded against his chest, dark eyes glaring at Tony as if he would've like to see him trampled by elephants, was none other than Timothy McGee.
Unable to speak, Tony stared at Tim in shock. His mouth hung open unable to comprehend the scene before him.
"You… you did this…" He said stunned. The shock seemed to wear off and anger began to swell inside of him. "You… you little monster! You did this!" Tony yelled through clenched teeth.
Tony's anger caught Tim off guard. The child's eyes widened just slightly. He stood up and backed away as Tony stormed towards him.
Every angry step was like a thunder clap. Tony backed the little monster into a corner and grabbed him by the wrist. He dragged Tim across the room while the kid kicked and bit but Tony didn't care.
Tony sat on one of the tables and threw the little monster across his lap. "Do you know what you've done you little monster? I'm going to have to buy new tools for Ducky, Ziva'll be mad at me for weeks, and Abby's going to hate me for the rest of my life!" Tony yelled. The kid kicked and scratched and bit, but Tony didn't let him go. "Gibbs is going to confine me to my desk for months because of what you've done! But he's going to confine me to my desk for the rest of my life for what I'm going to do to you!" He grabbed a stiff roll of news papers and held it high into the air. Timmy kicked and fought as though he were being kidnapped, but Tony held him fast. He brought the roll of newspapers down on his rump. Hard.
"That was for hitting me in the head with my shoe!" Tony said. He raise the roll of newspapers and brought it down again. Timmy flinched but he didn't make a sound.
"That was for scratching Abby at the hospital!" Tony yelled. He brought the roll down again.
"And that was for throwing pencils and biting me!"
Timmy made a small squeaking noise. Tony spanked Tim again, hard. "That was for spraying ink all over Gibbs' desk!" Once more. "That was for sneaking into Autopsy and breaking Ducky's tools!" Tony yelled.
Little Timmy began to whimper. His lower lip quivered. The newspapers came down across his rump twice. "That was for destroying everything in Ziva's desk!" Tony yelled, his voice growing louder. He spanked him again. "She's gonna be mad at me for a month! She won't speak to me for weeks! And it's your fault!" Tony could feel tears brimming at his eyes.
Timmy scrunched up his face and whimpered as tears fell from his eyes. Tony brought the newspaper down three times in a row, extra hard. "And that was for destroying Abby's lab! She'll never speak to me again and hate me for the rest of my life for what you did!" Tony's voice was loud and filled with anger. Timmy began to cry and sob, wailing loudly. "All of my friends are going to hate me for the rest of my life and it's all your fault you little monster!" Tony yelled, so loudly that he didn't hear the elevator ding and Gibbs walk into the room. He could feel tears rolling down his own cheeks.
Tony gave him one more, good spanking, then released him. Wailing and sobbing, Timmy ran over to where Gibbs stood by the elevators, and wrapped around his knees in a fierce hug, tugging at his arm.
"Tony spanked me! Tony spanked me!" Timmy wailed.
Tony looked up and met Gibbs' gaze, saying nothing. Gibbs gave his senior field agent a serious stare then turned his attention back to the boy, trying to comfort him.
Tony narrowed his eyes and slipped past Gibbs, completely silent as he stepped into the elevator.
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