Uh-oh. Gibbs does not look happy.
'Do you have more than one new tattoo, Abby?'
Shit!
'Ummm...'
'It's a simple question, Abby.'
Angry-Gibbs talking to me like he does in interrogation... NOT good... really, really not good.
'Uh, no...'
'And it's on your ankle?'
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
'Yeah...'
'You lied to me, Abby.'
Yup, that's THE GLARE...
'No! Gibbs! I didn't lie! I never told you the tattoo was on my butt... you just assumed...'
'You told me that I couldn't spank you because you had a new tattoo. You weren't trying to deceive me?'
Scrunch eyes. Bite lip. Look scared.
'Well...'
'Answer me, Abby.'
Ok, scared isn't working. Try co-operative.
'Sorry, Gibbs. I'll... ummm... I'll go get the paddle...'
'Don't bother.'
What? Oh, nonononono. He's not really... SHIT! He is! He's taking off his BELT!
'Gibbs, please... I'm really sorry... you don't hafta...'
'I wouldn't have had to, if you hadn't lied to me.'
I wonder if running would be a really bad idea right now?
Abby suddenly found herself doubled over with her arm twisted behind her back. Gibbs held her easily, tucking her under his left arm.
Guess so. Ok. You can do this. Breathe through it. It's just pain. You like pain. This would be really hot if it wasn't punishment...
'What were you trying to accomplish, anyway? You had to know it wouldn't get you off the hook, just delay the inevitable.'
Yeah, but it IS punishment... and it's gonna hurt like hell, and Gibbs is so angry... and so disappointed... and I really don't want to do this...
'Gibbs, please don't whip me! Not with your belt...'
'I'm sorry, Abby. You know you've earned this.'
Yeah, I know... I deserve to be punished. That's why it sucks so much. I really screwed up this time. And lying to Gibbs was a really stupid thing to do. And I don't know if Gibbs is ever gonna forgive me. And I don't know what I'll do if Gibbs doesn't...
OWWW!
Fuck! Ok, breathe...
FUCK! Dammit, that really hurts...
FUCKFUCKFUCK!
'ARGH!' Fuck... I wanted to not scream!
'Mmmph.' Well, that's better, at least...
'ARGH!' What the hell is he using? I know what leather feels like... this is... this is just evil...
'OWWWW!' Oh, please, not so hard!
'AHHH!' Notsohardnotsohardnotsohard.
'AHHH! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorrypleasestoppleasestopI'msorry OWWW! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry...' oh, wait... has it stopped? Ummm... I think so. Ok. So why can I still not move? Huh? Oh. Hug. Gibbs is hugging me now. It still really, really hurts and I can't stop crying and Gibbs did this to me but now he's hugging me and I guess I did deserve this but it hurts so much and Gibbs is hugging me so I guess everything is going to be ok and Gibbs doesn't hate me. Gibbs doesn't hate me. Ok. Ok. Pull yourself together. You have an image to maintain. Ok. Breathe. Better. Oh, man, you've got makeup all over Gibbs's shirt... and it kinda looks like...
'If you're giggling, I must not have done that very well...'
'Oh, no. You did it fine. I mean, you don't have to try again, or anything. It's just... your shirt kinda looks like the Shroud of Turin... Sorry, Gibbs.'
'I don't care about the shirt, Abs.'
Ok, more hugging. This is good.
'Abby, please don't ever make me do that again.'
Oh, no worries there, Gibbs... it's just fine with ME if you don't spank me again...
A/N: I thought that Abby's behaviour in Vanished was a bit atypical - between the high of trying to prove the crop circles weren't human-made, the low of having to admit they were a hoax, and the more-than-usual sleep deprivation, she seemed pretty close to spinning out of control. I tried to capture that in this story. Anyway, let me know what you think... my Muse is inspired by reviews!