Disclaimer: I do not own any of the NCIS characters; I am just borrowing them for this story. May contain spanking or reference to spanking.

Summary: Sorry, there's no summary. Gibbs says I suck at summaries. (peeks over shoulder) However, think Gibbs in charge of NCIS fan fiction.

Special Note: The words in italics are the thoughts going on in my head.


Gibbs: *barking* Nicky, where the hell are you, and why aren't you sitting at your computer working?

Me: (tiptoeing in behind him) Right here, boss. Just making a coffee run. (holds up a cup of coffee)

Gibbs: Did you go down to the post office again? (eyes narrow suspiciously)

I swear that man is more suspicious than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Me: *smiling innocently* What, me? Of course not, Gibbs. Why would I do that?

Gibbs: *glaring* I know you've been seeing Ted whats-his-name. You better not be lying to me. (taps belt buckly significantly)

Me: *gulping* I'm not lying, boss. I swear. Just, uh, coffee and getting back to work.

Gibbs: All right, I believe you. (strides purposely from my office)

Me: Whew! That was too close. (furtively pulls out note from Ted)

Gibbs: Aha! (grabs note from behind me)

Dammit! How does he do that?

Me: *indignantly* Hey, that's mine. Give it back.

Gibbs: Nope. Get some writing done and we'll talk. (holds note up out of reach)

Me: *grumbling* Dammit, Gibbs. Give it back! (stands up to grab note)

Crap, I can't believe I fell for it again.

Gibbs: *SMACK*

Me: Ow! What was that for? (eyes watering)

Gibbs: *smirking* That was for meeting Ted when you went to get coffee. Now get back to work!

Me: *sullenly* Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Anything you say, sir. (rubbing my smarting backside)

Oh crap! His hand just went for his belt. What can't I just keep my mouth shut?