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Ch. 5

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The next week and a half seemed to drag on for an eternity in Abby's mind. She was beginning to get restless, and finally after Ducky had came over for supper, he declared her well enough to start moving around and doing some activities. "Oh, Thank You! Thank YOU! Duck-man!" Abby exclaimed as she jumped up and down for joy and bound down the steps, anxious to tell Gibbs that she was able to do something else than lay in bed.

"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs! Guess what?" Abby asked as she rounded the corner and found him standing in front of the coffee maker, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. He had known that Ducky was going to clear her from her physical limitations, and he knew just how stir crazy Abby had been lately.

"What?" He asked with a slight smirk. He enjoyed playing the unknowing one sometimes, just to make her feel like what she was going to tell him was something truly exciting.

"I am FREE! Did you hear me I am FREE!" Abby yelled as she twirled around, wincing slightly at the tender tug of her injury, but never stopping. "So whatcha' want to do? Huh?" Abby was so into her new found freedom, that she forgot that she was not truly free.

"Well, for starters, you can grab a trash bag and start cleaning up all the scraps and trash in the basement and then you can bring you a pad and pen downstairs and start writing, 'I am not a trained NCIS agent, and I am NEVER to enter the field unescorted. Failure of me to follow these instructions will result in whatever punishment my father deems fit.'" Gibbs said as he started to the basement door.

Ducky had slipped down the stairs quietly and was heading out the door, grinning as he heard the start of what he knew was going to be great disagreement.

"What? No Way! I just got off bed rest and I am not…" Abby started but noticed that she was talking to herself. Gibbs had already made his way downstairs to the basement, leaving her no room for argument. "Of all the underhanded…" Abby mumbled as she grabbed some trash bags, paper and pen and headed downstairs. As she rounded the last steps, she saw that Gibbs was already at work, marking off new pieces of wood for whatever his new project was going to be. He had left her the broom and dustpan on top of the workbench.

Abby quickly started in one corner of the basement, grabbing all the Styrofoam coffee cups and tossing them not so quietly in the bag. With each item she picked up, she consciously made a loud noise or sigh. Abby kept waiting for him to ask her what was wrong, or at least acknowledge that she was down here working against her will.

Gibbs, never taking his eyes off the wood on the table, just shook his head and said, "Not going to work Abby." He knew that this day had been coming, the time when they discussed her actions, but he was hoping to go as long as possible before dealing with her. On one hand, he wanted to just hold her, and tell her that he is so thankful that she is alive and forget about what led her to into this mess to begin with. But, he also knew that if he did not let her know that her actions would have consequences, then he was afraid that there might be another time when she goes against what she is told, and that time, she might not survive.

Abby looked at him with wide innocent eyes and asked, "What? I am just doing as I was told." She said with a sharp retort. Now that she was feeling better, she was willing to push the boundaries. She thought that since she had been injured that Gibbs would never punish her, so she was going to take advantage of the situation.

"I may be old, but I am not deaf, Abs. Now I suggest you drop the attitude and get to work." Gibbs stated as he looked at her with a look that said do not push me.

But, then again, this was Abby, and not just the usual Abby, this Abby has been pent up for 4 weeks and was ready to rumble. "Fine, I will drop it." Abby said as she dropped the bag at Gibbs feet and turned to walk back up the stairs. Abby made it about four steps away before she felt a iron band wrap around her waist and stop her. Not the one to ever give up easy, Abby tried to brush off Gibbs hold, and started to struggle. "Let…ME..GO!" She said, clipping each word off crisply.

Gibbs just turned her around to face him and knew now was the time to deal with his youngest daughter. "Abigail, I suggest you go take a seat and listen to what I have to say, or else you will be listening on a sore ass, am I clear?" Gibbs spoke softly but with a steel tone.

"Fi.." Abby started to answer, but a quick SMACK! stopped her smart aleck response and had her scurrying over to the tall stool.

"Abby." Gibbs started as walked to stand directly in front of her. "Eyes up here." Gibbs commanded as he watched her try to keep her emotions under control. "Why are you here?"

That specific question caught Abby off guard. She was ready for one of Gibbs famous speeches on the wrongs and rights of her actions, but this simple question, made her think. Abby processed all the different answers she could give, gently gnawing on her bottom lip as she thought that her best defense was to be open. "You know why Gibbs, I was shot." Abby said with a twist of her lips.

"I know that Abigail." Gibbs answered.

"Uh-Oh!" Abby thought to herself, it was never a good sign when Gibbs used her full name.

"But, how did you end up at a undercover sting? Did you know that this was a sting?" Gibbs asked.

"Um…..Well….. Yes, But Gibbs in my defense, I had tried to call you to tell you who the bad guy was and no one answered and I was afraid that you or Tony or McGee or Ziva would get hurt….and look….I was right." Abby added her correct assumption to the end, trying to lessen the look of anger in Gibbs eyes right now.

Gibbs took a deep breath and then took one step forward, so that now he was standing in her personal space. He was trying to mentally count to ten before he snatched her off the stool and let his paternal instincts take over. "Abby, we knew that already. We knew that Brian was the true perp and that we had this all set up for Ziva to take him out in the alley and we would take care of the rest, but then you entered in and changed everything." Gibbs watched as Abby processed exactly what he was saying and watched her drop her head in acceptance that she was wrong to go to the scene.

Abby knew that she was wrong to put herself in danger, she just stared at the floor and then looked up at Gibbs. Gone was the anger in those steel blue eyes, now all she could see was disappointment and love of a father. "I know….I'm Sor.."

Gibbs stopped her as he put a finger over her lips, bent to kiss her cheek and simply said, "Let's get this over with."

Abby was hoping that Gibbs would not actually follow through with his threats, but looking at the intent in his eyes she knew that there was no going back now. But then again, Abby never gave up too easy. As Gibbs pulled her off the stool and he sat down, she started to speak. "Listen, Um…..you know it might be still tender on my abdominal area from the surgery…and I think that…" Abby trying her hardest to wheedle her way out of a spanking, but when she saw Gibbs reach under the counter and pull out a plush pillow and lay it across his knees, she knew that there was no more arguing. Abby gently placed herself across Gibbs knees, the pillow totally absorbing any undue pressure on the stomach, and held her breath.

"I don't think we need to discuss this any longer," Gibbs said as he raised his hand up and brought it down with a hard SMACK!

Abby instantly felt that lick and threw her head back as the pain spread quickly as Gibbs peppered SMACK! after SMACK! on her backside. "OW!" SMACK! " OK! OK!" Abby started to say as she started to try to kick and squirm.

"Oh, there is no OK here." Gibbs said as he laid more and more heavy SMACKS! On her upturned backside.

"GIIIIBBBBSSS!" Abby exclaimed as she felt like her ass was on fire. She took a deep breath when she felt him stop. She started to push up, but he quickly pushed her back down.

"Not done yet, I want this lesson to stick for a while." Gibbs said as he reached back, opened a drawer and pulled out a paddle.

Abby had heard the drawer open and turned to see what he was taking out. Knowing that this would make sure she felt this each time she sat down….for a while. Abby threw her hand back, hoping to change his mind.

"Hands away Abby." He said as he had to harden his heart to her cries.

"Pl…pl…pl….ease….N…..no…." Abby cried.

WHAP! WHAP! One lick to each cheek had her truly crying, but it was the licks that Gibbs peppered on the underside of her ass to the top of her thighs that had her howling and kicking.

Gibbs placed the paddle on the workbench and gently stroked Abby's back as she tried to compose her breathing. Gibbs had to quickly wipe his eyes and brush his nose to keep the pools of liquid from escaping. He then helped her stand up to his side, and he pulled her tightly into his embrace. Gibbs gingerly wiped the tears from her face and kissed her on the head. " I will not lose another daughter. You and the rest of my team mean the world to me. Don't know if I could survive if anything happened to any of ya." Gibbs spoke quietly into her hair.

Abby just nodded her head. Her ass felt like it had been dropped in a fire, but she knew that this part was over and done. Dad had forgiven her and she could move on. She just didn't know how far she could move at this moment. "I….truly…am …..sorry." Abby murmured. Abby just basked in the closeness of Gibbs right now.

Gibbs, sensing that she had herself under control, gently pushed her back and said, " You can finish the trash later, you can take the paper and pen back upstairs and lay on your bed to write if you want to." Gibbs said as he stood up, placed the pillow on top of the workbench and gently tugged her pigtail. He walked back over to the wood and thought for sure that she would take the opportunity of going upstairs and getting away from him after the spanking she just received. So, he was completely surprised when Abby finished picking up the trash, grabbed the pillow off the top of the workbench, grabbed her pen and paper and started to write.

"No thanks, I love the company so much better down here. " Abby said with a slight smile, as she shifted from side to side, trying to find a more comfortable way of sitting. She would never take for granted the father/daughter times like this again.

The End

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