Category: NCIS domestic discipline (spanking) fic

Rating: NC-17 for topic and content

Characters: Gibbs/Rabb/Morrow/Chegwidden/Ducky plus supporting cast

Series: Yes - 2/2

Spoilers: JAG/NCIS crossovers and NCIS Season One

Summary: Fighting has consequences.

Archive: Just tell me where it's going

Additional `stuff': WARNING!!! Spanking here.

Title: Inter-agency (non)-cooperation – Two

Part One…

Ducky didn't speak on the drive home. I had to sit there and…think, he said. About how mature, or not, I'd been. I tried to tell him Rabb started it but he just shook his head. Apparently, I'd started it, trying to get the Lieutenant to break the rules. Twice. Well, that's kinda true. Okay, it's true. So? And we ended up on the floor. So? And the Director had to pull us apart. So? And now we're here…so I'm in trouble. Big trouble.

Ducky's house is quiet. Without Gerald, still in rehab every day, it's different from almost all the other times I've been here. Maybe I could…nah, look at that face. That is *not* the face of a guy who's open to reasoned discussion on the topic of my…reaction to Rabb's stupidity. Oh no, did I say that out loud?

Living room. Okay, you can do this. Just fix on the statue of David in the center of the table under the window. Concentrating on a single fixture helps with the pain. What a load of…uh…what… oh, pants… yeah, Ducky's British and old-fashioned.

I never noticed that before…David's hand is really big…shorts…oh come on…it wasn't that bad. I didn't break his nose or anything, right? Okayyy…you haven't seen enough bare asses over the years you've been… OWW!!...not fair! I wasn't ready…for what? I wasn't being…just get on with it. Yes, I'm really comfortable thanks! Wanna swap places… OWW!!...stop that. I didn't mean it! What's this for? Well, maybe cos Rabb's a jerk who deserves…OWW!! Would you stop that! Anyway, that's three already, so I only get…what…they were for…so they don't count!? You would have made a great Headmaster Ducky…no, I don't want to disturb your concentration. You might hit my…no...no you've never missed. Paperwork…you have Parker to help you re-organize…a week off… oh, come on…won't feel like sitting down? For a week?

A paddle!? Oh you are kidding. You only ever use your hand…behaving like a kid?! You see me, right? I'm *not* a kid. Yeah, but he started… OWW!! What is that? Lead? Wood? Are you sure? Twelve…oh come on…yeah, I know. Okay David, it's just you and me…

Part Two…

Maybe the Admiral is really The Hulk. He really does seem to get bigger when he's all riled up. Like now. We're in a cab and I'm sure he's taking up more of the seat than usual. He's sitting all stiff and formal, like he's really angry. Come to think of it, he probably is a bit upset with me. Apparently he was in some budget meeting when McGee called him. Oops.

So these are his quarters. Nice.

A guy place, no woman's touch…what, my whites…everything? Uh…okay…I guess you've probably seen me in my underwear before, right? No way! No, I do *not* need a hand cos I'm not taking `em off. Making it worse? I didn't do anything. He played Bud remember? Yeah…I…might have handled it differently…yeah, I might have complained to you…no, I didn't think. I just…Dammit this is humiliating. Over the chair? I can stand up!

Ohhh…what is that. Looks like a…okay, did *not* know you owned one of those. You always use your hand…different, how exactly? I did *not*!! Well, maybe myself, but I did *not* embarrass the Corps. I would *never* do that. Thank you! How many? You're asking me how many times you should hit me with that…thing!? Once! Yes, I was joking…um, maybe… six? No way! Hit me that many times I won't sit for a week. Records? I'm not a filing clerk. Yes, I'm sure they stand up most of the time. A week in there I'll file myself! No, I do *not* think this is funny! OWWWWWWWWW!!!

Part Three…

Later that day…

Gibbs scowled, standing, wriggling in front of the Directors desk. Rabb huffed and met the older man's eyes, eyes narrowing as he shifted position. `I'm sorry I behaved that way. It won't happen again.' He was very aware of Chegwidden's gaze fixed on him.

Gibbs met Ducky's angry eyes and muttered: `I'm sorry I tried to make your Lieutenant break the rules.' Ducky coughed and Gibbs added quickly: `Twice.'

Director Morrow nodded. `Very well. Now shake hands and let's all get outta here.'

Reluctantly, the two men shook hands for the briefest moment. Chegwidden and Ducky exchanged glances, their shoulders relaxing at the same moment.

Gibbs looked across the desk, nodded curtly. `Director.'

`Special Agent Gibbs.' Morrow smiled understandingly. From the squirming of the two men in front of him, he guessed they'd had roughly the same `discussion' with the men flanking them.

He was out of the room in an instant, closely followed by Ducky.

`Sir!' Rabb snapped.

`Lieutenant Commander Rabb.' Morrow nodded, unsurprised when the JAG officer made an equally hasty exit, Chegwidden close behind.

Morrow sat at his desk, chuckling softly. Sometimes the old ways were the best.

End

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