Welcome to my new story.

Warnings and Disclaimers - Please Read

1. This story contains adult M/F disciplinary spanking. If this is not your thing, abort now!

2. This story is VERY AU. Apart from somewhat following episode cannon, the disciplinary relationship between Jenny and Gibbs is purely fictional.

3. I do not own any of the characters.

4. All mistakes are my own.

5. I am Australian and will occasionally use words that may be uniquely Australian. I try to use US terminology, particularly when the characters are speaking, but occasionally I forget. Apologies in advance.

I plan to develop this story slowly, building the relationship between Gibbs and Jenny. For those of you who have read my other stories, you will know I like to explore and focus on the dynamics of personal relationships. I have always loved the interaction between Gibbs and Jenny and it's been a desire of mine to write a spanking story surrounding those two characters. While the story, particularly in later chapters, does contain some of the elements and practices of Domestic Discipline, I won't define this story as purely DD but, rather, as a love story that embraces disciplinary spankings between a consenting adult man and woman.

This story embodies all that is 'fanfction'. It is pure fantasy. A figment of my imagination. These characters are not real nor do they completely represent the characters as created by CBS. I have tried to encompass as much of their personality as possible however, due to the disciplinary nature of this work of fiction, there will be times when the characters will appear very AU.

For those of you who enjoy spanking stories, I hope you will read and review.

*Dialogue in the first section is taken from Season Three Episode 1 - Kill Ari , Part 1

Chapter 1

As much as he respected the man, Leroy Jethro Gibbs had far more pressing things on his mind and, discussing with the Director of NCIS the political fallout of capturing Ari Haswari verses killing him, was not one of them. Tom Morrow was a fair man, a man Gibbs ultimately respected but, right now, his focus was on avenging Kate's death. He personally didn't give a damn about the politics.

Watching the unknown mission unfold on the big screen in MTAC, Gibbs was vaguely aware of what Morrow was saying. He knew Ari was guilty as sure as he knew Kate was dead. He really didn't see the point of this discussion. That was, until Morrow's next sentence penetrated his silent musings with forced awakening.

"You're not my problem anymore, Jethro."

"You firing me Sir?" asked Gibbs, wondering if, after all this time, someone actually had the balls to do it.

He'd crossed many lines in his time at NCIS, a trait well learned from his early days as 'Probie' to Special Agent Mike Franks. But Gibbs was never one to back down or apologize for his decisions. Wasn't that one of his rules; Don't apologize, it's a sign of weakness. He'd taken that one from Franks who, in turn, had taken it from John Wayne. It had served him well over the years and he saw no point in denying it now.

But, no; as he listened to Tom Morrow he quickly devised he wasn't about to be fired. Instead the man was explaining his own transfer to Homeland Security. Gibbs felt a familiar churn begin to stir in his gut. He hated change and he especially hated change in the lead command. For all his talk on protocol and politics, Tom Morrow understood Gibbs. He had climbed the ranks during the agency's NIS days and, over the years, had been willing to overlook some of Frank's and, now Gibbs' unorthodox ways of 'getting the job done'.

It was therefore with slight trepidation that Gibbs' asked, "Who will be replacing you, Sir?"

The smirk on Morrow's face had Gibbs' suddenly turning pale.

"Not me, Sir!" he spluttered.

His fears were immediately alleviated as Morrow chuckled softly.

"As much as I like you, Jethro, I would not shoot NCIS in the head!"

Showing no signs of being offended by a statement that could easily have been taken as a slight against his unconventional methods, Gibbs leaned back in his seat, relief flooding his very being.

Catching Morrow's unmistakable smirk as the former Director moved towards the front row of seats, Gibbs' gut suddenly went into a spin. Who the hell had been appointed as the Director that would cause Morrow to react in such a way? Gibbs mentally checked off a list of high ranking nemesis's that could possibly fill the position, none of which brought any joy to his already spinning head.

His thoughts were interrupted when Tom said clearly, "He's your problem now, Director."

A petite figure slowly rose from one of the front seats. Although she hadn't turned to face him yet, Gibbs didn't need to see the face to know exactly who it was. He knew that body better than his own. Hadn't he caressed every curve? Kissed every inch? Ran his fingers countless times through the thick auburn locks? But, despite all that, it still didn't stop him from gasping slightly as she turned around. It may have been six years since they'd last faced each other but the moment their eyes locked it was as if time had stood still.

He stared as the beautiful red lips slowly parted. Lips he found intoxicating, begging to be kissed.

"Hello Jethro."

His name on those lips. He'd almost forgotten what it sounded like. Almost…

Instantly transported to a different time and place, Gibbs couldn't help the flashbacks that played in his mind like an old movie reel. Heat, passion, lust. Lovemaking so intense he thought he would die with it.

His thoughts were interrupted when she spoke again.

"Shall we skip the 'you haven't changed a bit' bull."

Gibbs smirked. It was just like her to open with a quip. Never one to mince her words, Gibbs had loved her for her honesty.

He cocked his head slightly before responding.

"Why start lying to each other now, Jen," he replied.

God, how did he manage to keep his voice so level, calm, unperturbed? Surely she could hear his heart thudding against his chest, see the way his eyes dilated with longing from just a glimpse of her.

"Any problem taking orders from me?"

Her question was serious and he knew why. Their relationship had been…unorthodox to say the least.

"As a Director or as a woman?" he asked, taunting her, reminding her of their past.

She didn't flinch however, but stared directly at him. Her strength obvious, her determination tangible.

"Either," she said coolly.

Damn those eyes, he thought. Even now they captivated him.

Employing a casual attitude, he shrugged slightly before rising to greet her.

"It was six years ago," he said dismissively. "The past won't be a problem."

Liar, he berated himself as he made his way to the front of the room where she stood. Now, within inches of her beautiful frame, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face.

He wanted to embrace her, tell her how beautiful she was, tell her not a day had gone by where he didn't think of her and what they'd had, tell her how angry and hurt he'd been when she'd left him and, ultimately, tell her he'd forgive her in a heartbeat if only they could pick up where they'd left off.

But none of that would be appropriate.

And so, aware of the listeners around them, he said the one thing that would convey his meaning without demeaning her position.

"You were a damn good agent, Jen…." His eyes suddenly smoldered with ambiguous intent. "Especially undercover."

Despite the dim lighting of the room, Gibbs couldn't help but notice the deep blush that adorned Jenny's cheeks. Oh yes, he thought triumphantly, his meaning had hit home.

"Jethro…" The tone both rebuked and welcomed.

Gibbs stared at the woman before him. She had been a probie, his probie and now, here she stood before him, Director of NCIS. A surge of pride pulsated through his body and bubbled forth as he quietly addressed her with the respect she deserved.

"Madam Director."

****NCIS****

With her own agenda firmly in place, Jenny Shepard had not been surprised when she'd received the call informing her she was now the new Director of NCIS. Hadn't she spent the last seven years planning for this? Fast tracking her career without thought of the sacrifices she was making. Were there regrets? Hell yes! But Jenny Shepard didn't allow herself the luxury of wallowing in regrets. They only hindered her plans and slowed her progress.

But now, as she stared at the document before her, she couldn't help but acknowledge the stab of apprehension that pierced her conscience. She was about to come face to face with her biggest regret and she knew there'd be no avoiding it.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Even his name sent shivers down her spine. For six years she'd managed to push all thoughts of him aside, focusing her attention, instead, on the goals she'd set. Well, that's what she told herself. And she'd done a pretty damn good job of convincing herself he no longer mattered to her. That was until the reality of her new position hit her like a ton of bricks. Glancing over the contract in front of her, she felt the familiar jolt of fear and excitement bubble to the surface. This position, this dream job she had worked so hard to achieve, would put her in direct contact with the one man whose very name conjured feelings she had managed to suppress for six years.

Was she willing to open that Pandora's box?

She had to, she told herself. It was the only way of enacting her revenge. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her back and picked up the silver engraved pen. She stared at the initials, JS. Jasper Shepard, Colonel Jasper Shepard. She felt the familiar tingle in the corner of her eye that surfaced whenever she thought of him. Her father had meant the world to her. So when his life had been taken, stolen by a worthless, vicious arms dealer, Jenny had vowed she would see his death avenged. Pulling the document closer to the edge of the desk, she held the pen over the place which required her signature. A signature that would see her become the first female director of the agency she had known since she was a small child.

Smiling to herself, she thought back to the day she'd first met Gibbs. As Tom Morrow had handed her the probationary badge, he'd explained that she would be assigned to Gibbs' team. She'd heard rumors about this man, but, up until this point, had managed to avoid actually meeting him. She'd also heard rumors about Stan Burley, Gibbs' 2IC. Frowning at the thought of having to work with Burley, she realized Morrow was staring at her reaction. Incorrectly interpreting her frown as apprehension towards Gibbs, he had quickly assured her that, despite the man's unorthodox ways, he was damn good agent and she'd do well to listen and learn all she could.

Prickling at the authoritative tone, Jenny had straighten herself to her full height of 5ft 8inches, four inches of which were thanks to the stiletto heels she was currently wearing, and lifted her head confidently.

"I'm sure Agent Gibbs and I will get along just fine," she'd said trying to hide the annoyance she'd felt at being treated as though she should count herself lucky she'd even been accepted into the predominantly male world that was NCIS.

Slightly taken aback by the young woman's words, Director Morrow had raised one eyebrow in an expression of surprise. He disguised the involuntary smirk the crept upon his face by distracting them both as he stepped out from behind his desk. He had fully intended to dismiss her from his office, allowing her to find her own way to the squad room. However, with her words still echoing in his memory, he'd changed his mind choosing, instead, to personally introduce her to Agent Gibbs. He had been amused by her attitude and, if he were truly honest with himself, was quite keen to see how Gibbs would take to his new 'probie'. Her ability to stand up for herself impressed him and he knew, if she managed to survive more than thirty seconds under Gibbs' command, she would make a great field agent. His only concern was who would kill who first.

Taking the central staircase that lead to the squad room, Morrow reached the ground floor and turned abruptly into the small nook that was Gibbs' domain. Four neatly placed desks, only two of which were currently in use, faced each other giving the appearance of a well run, well organised work space. And, for the most part, it was. Having just lost Chris Pacci to the New York Office and Steve Davidson to legal, Tom was very aware of the gap that needed filling. He knew Gibbs had been gunning for two agents. When Tom had delivered the news that he'd be training a probie, Gibbs had said nothing at first, merely rolling his eyes in response. However, when there had been no mention of a second, more experienced Agent to accompany the probie, Gibbs hadn't hesitated to let the Tom know exactly how he felt about this.

"I need at least two experienced Agents on my team, Tom," demanded Gibbs, when Morrow had broken the news. "A probie's fine, but Burley can't do everything while I'm spending time playing wet nurse to some young buck that doesn't know one end of gun to the other. Burley's hard pressed making sure his credentials are the right way up half the time."

"Burley's come along way, Gibbs," Tom had replied. "And that's thanks to you. Training up someone new won't take long and trust me, this one's a fast learner."

He'd paused here, wondering how to approach the next piece of information.

"And…er….this one isn't a buck, Gibbs," he'd said with some apprehension.

"Huh?"

Gibbs' look of confusion didn't last long before understanding dawned.

"Oh that's just great Sir," he'd said with annoyance. "As if Burley isn't distracted easily enough as it is. Please tell me she's had a mid life career change, in her forties, rather plain but good at her job."

"Afraid not, Jethro," Morrow had said, chuckling a little. "Late twenties, beautiful, smart, strong willed and determined. Just how you like them."

As Gibbs leveled him a withering look, Tom smirked and turned to leave delivering the last piece of information as a parting gift.

"Oh, and she's a red head."

Now, turning left into Gibbs' area, Tom didn't have to wait long before the Senior Agent's sharp senses picked up the movement. Gibbs' eyes first acknowledged Tom then immediately focused on the young woman almost running to keep up with the pace of the Director's step.

"Gibbs, Stan."

Morrow greeted both men before stepping aside to introduce his companion.

"Gibbs, this is Probationary Officer Jennifer Shepard. As per my memo yesterday, she'll be joining your team as of today."

Jenny held out her hand and found it firmly engulfed in a far larger and more calloused one than her own.

"Jenny," she amended. "I've heard a lot about you Agent Gibbs. Your reputation precedes you."

The seasoned Agent merely raised an eyebrow as he took in his new team member. Gazing over the length of her, his eyes lingered on her feet, taking in the four inch heels.

"They'll need to go," he said curtly. "You can pick up a pair of boots from dispatch as soon as we're done here."

Jenny bristled slightly but remained composed.

"I can assure Agent Gibbs," she said, her smile belying her annoyance. "I'm more than capable of walking, running, jumping and anything else you may require, while wearing heels. They won't be a problem."

Without a second glance, Gibbs turned and picked up a file from his desk.

"They're a problem for me. Change them or leave."

His tone was unyielding and Jenny felt her hackles rise. However, not wanting to make a scene on her first day, she merely nodded and, avoiding the subject all together, looked towards Burley.

"Stan Burley," introduced Gibbs, his no nonsense attitude continuing.

Jenny's hand was taken once again. This time however, the palm that touched hers was softer and, to her disdain, slightly damp with perspiration. She also didn't appreciate the rather enthusiastic way in which the second man cast his eyes over her.

"Close your mouth Burley," barked Gibbs. "She's off limits."

"Yes Boss," replied a rather chagrined Burley, blushing slightly at the reprimand.

Jenny rolled her eyes. She'd had to endure men like Burley during her training but she knew how to handle them. He wasn't the first and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

Turning back to face Gibbs she found, he too, was staring at her. But, unlike Burley's sexual leer which Jenny had grown to expect from male counterparts, Gibbs' expression was completely different. His blue eyes bore into her, making her feel as if her very soul was on display. And it unnerved her. She was used to being in control, confident and self assured but this man had the ability to see right through her.

Crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt at self protection, Jenny pursed her lips and refused to feel intimidated. Leroy Jethro Gibbs had definitely unsettled her and she had no idea why. Determined to not let him see she was slightly rattled by his presence, Jenny tossed her head slightly and eyed him with all the confidence she could muster.

"Which desk is mine?" she asked.

Gibbs indicated, with a nod of his head, the desk directly opposite his own.

"That one," he replied bluntly.

Tilting her head slightly, Jenny gave the area a quick 'once over', before stepping towards the desk and tossing her bag on the wooden surface.

"Well, I'll leave you in Gibbs capable hands then, Agent Sheperd."

Tom Morrow's voice took her by surprise. She'd completely forgotten he was even there.

"Yes, thank you Director," she replied politely, catching his eye and smiling warmly.

She watched as Tom and Gibbs exchanged a meaningful glance, before Morrow turned and left the area. Leaning against her newly acquired desk, Jenny let out a small imperceptible breath and, for the first time since she'd embarked on her journey to avenge her Father's death, wondered what she'd got herself into. She had not, before, encountered anyone like Leroy Jethro Gibbs and she certainly never anticipated feeling the way he had just made her feel.

Schooling her face into one of determination and self assuredness, Jenny Shepard took a deep breath and straightened her back.

"So," she said lightly, trying to regain what confidence she had lost. "What would you like me to do?"

Without a word, Gibbs walked around his desk and took a seat. Picking up his phone, he punched in a few numbers and waited with the receiver pressed against his ear. Finally, giving her a dismissive glance, he raised his eyebrows and barked out a single word - "Boots!" - before turning his attention back to the call he'd just made.

Glowering in his direction, Jenny recrossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Then, with as much dignity as she could muster, Probationary Agent Jenny Shepard strode past the two occupied desks and made her way to the elevator, hitting the button with a little more force than usual and prayed to whatever God there may be, that her time with this infuriating man would pass quickly.

The sound of a pen softly hitting paper pulled Jenny abruptly from her musings. Realizing she was grinning like a Cheshire cat, she looked down and gave her current powder blue, four inch heels an appreciative glance. She had eventually won the war of the shoes with Gibbs although, not without losing a few battles along the way and it made her smile just thinking about it.

But, she sighed, that was now in the past. She had relinquished her rights to enjoy those memories the day she had picked up a pen and started a letter with the words 'Dear Jethro'.

And so, with a different pen, and a very different intent, she picked up the silver ball point and refocused her attention on the document in front of her. Taking a deep breath, she scratched out her signature on the dotted line, signing away all her self promises of never seeing Gibbs again.

****NCIS****

With the only source of light in the room coming from the flickering screen, Jenny smiled at Gibbs. He had just acknowledged her title with pride and, despite her dislike of the word 'Madam', she felt the familiar flutter of joy she used to feel whenever Gibbs had looked at her that way.

Staring at him she was hit with a clear and simple reality. The question was simple. Was she, Jenny Shepard, newly appointed Director of NCIS, ready to confront the past in order for her to face the future? Was she ready to once again work alongside the only man she had ever truly loved? The one man who had fulfilled her every desire, every need...everything? The man whose eyes spoke nothing but honesty and reflected her own image much like a mirror, forcing her to face her own truths?

The answer didn't come easily, nor did it come clearly. The fact was, Jenny had no idea how to adequately answer those questions. As she turned to lead Gibbs out of MTAC and begin her first day as Director, she knew only one thing for certain. All her previous thoughts, believing she had eradicated this man from her heart and healed all past hurts, had been nothing but lies, an attempt to cover up what her head now realized was a massive, gaping, festering wound.