Gibbs took in the loose fitting black sweats and the "ADD…Me? I don't have…Hey, who wants a Pop Tart!" T-shirt his sleeping agent was wearing. The shirt was amusing, just like the kid wearing it. Gibbs had sent him home after Ducky's once over found a slight concussion and several bruised ribs. The boy had taken an unnecessary risk jumping from the third story of an apartment building to catch a suspect. Gibbs couldn't allow that to continue. He had to make Tony understand just how important he was. Even if no one in his young life had ever attempted to do so before.

Six weeks. Tony had been an agent for six weeks today, Gibbs realized and already the kid had done more than most other probies had in six months. Tony DiNozzo had loads of potential, and Gibbs was not going to let him wash it down the drain. Instead was going to do exactly what he'd promised the boy he'd do if he kept finding himself in trouble. Tony wasn't going to like it, he knew, but something had to be done to keep him safe. Gibbs was growing more and more attached to the kid everyday, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to the smartass, jokester that was Tony.

Tony woke to the sound of papers shuffling next to him. Turning his pounding head, he saw Gibbs looking through an outrageously thick file. The smell of coffee told him the older man had been there a while. The heating pad on his abdomen and ribs gave him some concern. He didn't remember anyone doing that. He must have been more exhausted than he realized.

Sitting up proved to be more painful than he thought it would be. The pain was intense still, and the dizziness was almost overwhelming. He wasn't even aware he had let out a whimper until he felt strong arms around him pulling him into a sitting position. Tony tried to be embarrassed by the gesture, but the feeling of safety that came with Gibbs was greater than any embarrassment he might have felt. Sure he had been hurt worse many times, but no one had ever stayed to take care of him. That thought lead him to wonder just why the gruff, no nonsense ex-marine was sitting behind him, holding him up as he caught his breath.

Gibbs waited until the breathing evened out to even try to move from his perch. With his arms wrapped around the kid he could feel the tension ebbing. Moving the heating pad to the side, he glanced at the bruised form of his young agent. The kid was tough, he didn't doubt that, he did wonder, however, just who told him he had to be. After the first week with Tony, Gibbs had started to notice things. Maybe this weekend he would get some answers to his questions.

"Are you o.k. to sit?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

Gibbs sat on the coffee table and placed his hand on Tony's head, lifting his eyelids as he watched for a reaction. The confusion on Tony's face made him smirk.

"Ducky thinks you have a slight concussion."

"I don't remember that."

"Getting the concussion?"

"No, Ducky saying that."

Gibbs was starting to get concerned. Ducky had said slight concussion, yet the boy didn't remember that. Something wasn't right.

"Do you remember driving home?"

"No. The last thing I remember is you telling me I need a keeper at the scene. Of course me getting my head bashed against the wall last week could have something to do with that, I suppose. Did I tell you about that? I don't think I did. That was an interesting day."

"Well start talking."

"I was chasing McNally through and ally on seventh and Oak last week. When I leapt at him he moved and somehow got the better of me. He slammed my head into the wall a few times before I finally got him cuffed. I thought I told you about that."

Gibbs wanted to grab the kid and shake him. How could he have forgotten about that? How could he himself not have seen it? This kid was going to be the death of him one day.

"You forgot about that?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Well that certainly explains why you seemed so out of it last week. Tony, you have to tell me these things. You shouldn't have even been at work today, much less chasing someone through the streets!"

"It didn't seem like a big deal. I could still do my job, so I just thought it didn't matter."

Gibbs heard the unspoken words in that sentence. I don't matter. He knew he had to do something to fix that. Tony definitely mattered. Gibbs was going to make him see that one way another.

" Do you remember what we talked about a few weeks ago? About you always getting into trouble?"

"Yes."

"What did I say I'd do if you continued to do that?"

"If I insisted on behaving like a spoiled teenager, you'd treat me like one."

"Apparently you didn't put that much stock in my promises. But you will. Especially since you'll have two weeks at my place, with no TV or movies, to think about it. And if you still want to act like a child I can think of another method of adjusting that attitude of yours. My father says it worked like a charm on me."

Tony was in shock. Gibbs, his boss, had just grounded him. He hadn't been grounded since he was twelve. He was a grown man for crying out loud!

"You can't ground me."

"I just did. Unless you prefer the second option."

"What's that?"

"I put a write up in your file."

"Giiibbs! I'm not a child!"

"Could have fooled me."

"Isn't there something else, some other way to do this?"

"Well, I had hoped I wouldn't have to do that just yet."

Tony knew in an instant what his boss was saying. A spanking! The spankings he had received as a child left him bitter and suffering, he didn't want to repeat that with Gibbs. He was actually starting to like the man.

"Fine."

Gibbs grinned at the petulant tone. With that attitude and in the sweats Tony looked every inch the problematic teenager.

"Glad you agree. I would hate to spank you before the fun even begins."

"Ha Ha!"

Gibbs helped him into the bedroom to pack. Knowing that the kid would be on Medical leave for at least a week, he suggested sleep pants and sweats. He may be hard on the kid but he wanted him to be comfortable. Watching the kid pack, Gibbs wondered if he really did trust him. He didn't want Tony to be afraid of him. He wanted the kid to come to him when life went haywire. He hoped he hadn't pushed the boy away with the stern father routine. If Tony's dirty shirt hitting him in the face was any indication, the two of them would be just fine.

Hey guys I'm back! Here's the discipline fic I promised.

BE WARNED SPANKING OF AN ADULT!!! If you don't like, Don't read any further.