New NCIS Fic: Punishment and Reason
Title: Punishment and Reason
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby, Gibbs, Emily
Prompt: #43 Square
Word Count: 922
Rating: T - for cursing
Summary: Damn it, Gibbs, she agreed to the rules! She’s got no reason to get pissed at me when she breaks them.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse.
The slamming of the bedroom door rattled the pictures along the staircase.
“Want to tell me what that was all about,” Gibbs asked as he crossed the kitchen to grab a mug for coffee.
Abby looked at him through her fringe as she leaned her back against the sink and drumming her fingers on the counter, “Damn it, Gibbs, she agreed to the rules! She’s got no reason to get pissed at me when she breaks them.”
“Yup.”
“When we bought her the laptop and let her have WiFi, we established the rules. What websites she could and couldn’t visit, what she could and couldn’t do on MySpace. She knew the rules. It isn’t my fault if she doesn’t like her punishment,” Abby growled as she pushed off the sink and sank into on of the kitchen chairs.
“Nope.”
Abby tugged on Gibbs hand so that he came closer to her and she could lay her head on his stomach, “She knew not to post pictures on MySpace and she knew not to try and hide her history from me. She should have expected to lose her laptop and internet privileges.”
“Yup.”
“I took away her privileges for a month. Do you think I was too hard on her,” Abby’s chin dug into his stomach as she looked up at him.
“Nope.”
Abby sighed and stood to give him a quick kiss, “You always know the right things to say.”
“I do what I can,” he returned the kiss as he left the kitchen.
The progress up the staircase was slowed as he straightened pictures along the way.
“Want to tell me what that was all about,” Gibbs asked as he entered his daughter’s bedroom.
Emily looked at him from her curled up position on the window seat, “Didn’t you already ask her about it?”
“Yup.”
“Then why should I bother? You’re just going to side with her and probably add to the totally unfair punishment cause I yelled at her,” Emily faced the window.
“Nope.”
Emily's head snapped back towards him, surprised he wasn't mad, "I know I agreed to the rules, but that was three years ago. I'm starting High School next month. Doesn't she realize that I'm growing up?"
"Yup."
"I know what I'm doing on-line and how to stay safe. Don't you think that I should be allowed more freedom," she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Nope."
Emily sighed and turned back to stare out the window, "You always side with her."
"I will always side with the person and ideas and rules keeping you safe," he kissed the top of her head, trying not to mind when she pulled away from him.
The pictures along the staircase didn't move as he gently pulled the door shut.
***
He was idly twirling one of Abby’s pigtails around his finger as she rested her head on his shoulder, when the knock sounded on their bedroom door. Glancing down at her to make sure she wasn’t asleep, he called out, “Enter.”
Emily shyly opened the door and peeked her head in, “Is Mom asleep?”
“Nope,” Abby sat up, “but you should be, babes.”
“I… I… I tried, but I just couldn’t sleep,” Emily rushed to Abby’s side of the bed and flung her arms around her mom. “I’m sorry, Mom. Honest. I know what I did was wrong and that I shouldn’t have gotten mad, but… but I just… I think that the rules are too strict. All my friends have pictures on MySpace and talk to people.”
Abby tugged on the girl so they were sitting facing each other on the bed, “I never in my life thought I’d say this, but ‘if all your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you too?’”
Emily laughed slightly, “No, that sounds like something Daddy would say.”
“Watch it,” Gibbs growled good naturedly.
Abby smiled at Gibbs before she ran her hand through Emily’s blond hair, “Well, despite the fact that it is a painfully cliché, it is true. I don’t care if everyone you know has their pictures on every website, you aren’t doing it. Daddy and I have seen way too many bad things happen because someone put a picture on the internet. Look, Em, I don’t care if you are talking to your friends or exchanging pictures or whatever, but I do care if some psycho sees a picture of your beautiful face and decides to come slash your face. Do you understand?”
Emily nodded with her eyes downcast.
“Good,” Abby kissed Emily’s forehead and tugged the girl into her arms. “You’ve still lost your laptop and internet for a month. And when you get it back, you’re locking your MySpace profile and Photobucket account and any other website that you are on. And I get a list of your usernames and passwords. Clear?”
“Yes, Mom,” Emily nodded and curled closer as a yawn escaped. “I’m sorry, I yelled at you.”
“Me, too, Em. Me, too.” With her hip she nudged Gibbs, so that he moved over enough that she could move over to let Emily lay down next to her. Tucking the sheets around Emily’s shoulders, she laid down and wrapped an arm around her, “Go to sleep, baby.”
Emily was asleep before she could answer.
Rolling over, Gibbs wrapped an arm about both his girls and kissed Abby’s head, “Thank you.”
“Who knew being a mother would turn me into such a square,” Abby yawned. She fell asleep to the sound of Gibbs’s laughter.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby, Gibbs, Emily
Prompt: #43 Square
Word Count: 922
Rating: T - for cursing
Summary: Damn it, Gibbs, she agreed to the rules! She’s got no reason to get pissed at me when she breaks them.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse.
The slamming of the bedroom door rattled the pictures along the staircase.
“Want to tell me what that was all about,” Gibbs asked as he crossed the kitchen to grab a mug for coffee.
Abby looked at him through her fringe as she leaned her back against the sink and drumming her fingers on the counter, “Damn it, Gibbs, she agreed to the rules! She’s got no reason to get pissed at me when she breaks them.”
“Yup.”
“When we bought her the laptop and let her have WiFi, we established the rules. What websites she could and couldn’t visit, what she could and couldn’t do on MySpace. She knew the rules. It isn’t my fault if she doesn’t like her punishment,” Abby growled as she pushed off the sink and sank into on of the kitchen chairs.
“Nope.”
Abby tugged on Gibbs hand so that he came closer to her and she could lay her head on his stomach, “She knew not to post pictures on MySpace and she knew not to try and hide her history from me. She should have expected to lose her laptop and internet privileges.”
“Yup.”
“I took away her privileges for a month. Do you think I was too hard on her,” Abby’s chin dug into his stomach as she looked up at him.
“Nope.”
Abby sighed and stood to give him a quick kiss, “You always know the right things to say.”
“I do what I can,” he returned the kiss as he left the kitchen.
The progress up the staircase was slowed as he straightened pictures along the way.
“Want to tell me what that was all about,” Gibbs asked as he entered his daughter’s bedroom.
Emily looked at him from her curled up position on the window seat, “Didn’t you already ask her about it?”
“Yup.”
“Then why should I bother? You’re just going to side with her and probably add to the totally unfair punishment cause I yelled at her,” Emily faced the window.
“Nope.”
Emily's head snapped back towards him, surprised he wasn't mad, "I know I agreed to the rules, but that was three years ago. I'm starting High School next month. Doesn't she realize that I'm growing up?"
"Yup."
"I know what I'm doing on-line and how to stay safe. Don't you think that I should be allowed more freedom," she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Nope."
Emily sighed and turned back to stare out the window, "You always side with her."
"I will always side with the person and ideas and rules keeping you safe," he kissed the top of her head, trying not to mind when she pulled away from him.
The pictures along the staircase didn't move as he gently pulled the door shut.
***
He was idly twirling one of Abby’s pigtails around his finger as she rested her head on his shoulder, when the knock sounded on their bedroom door. Glancing down at her to make sure she wasn’t asleep, he called out, “Enter.”
Emily shyly opened the door and peeked her head in, “Is Mom asleep?”
“Nope,” Abby sat up, “but you should be, babes.”
“I… I… I tried, but I just couldn’t sleep,” Emily rushed to Abby’s side of the bed and flung her arms around her mom. “I’m sorry, Mom. Honest. I know what I did was wrong and that I shouldn’t have gotten mad, but… but I just… I think that the rules are too strict. All my friends have pictures on MySpace and talk to people.”
Abby tugged on the girl so they were sitting facing each other on the bed, “I never in my life thought I’d say this, but ‘if all your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you too?’”
Emily laughed slightly, “No, that sounds like something Daddy would say.”
“Watch it,” Gibbs growled good naturedly.
Abby smiled at Gibbs before she ran her hand through Emily’s blond hair, “Well, despite the fact that it is a painfully cliché, it is true. I don’t care if everyone you know has their pictures on every website, you aren’t doing it. Daddy and I have seen way too many bad things happen because someone put a picture on the internet. Look, Em, I don’t care if you are talking to your friends or exchanging pictures or whatever, but I do care if some psycho sees a picture of your beautiful face and decides to come slash your face. Do you understand?”
Emily nodded with her eyes downcast.
“Good,” Abby kissed Emily’s forehead and tugged the girl into her arms. “You’ve still lost your laptop and internet for a month. And when you get it back, you’re locking your MySpace profile and Photobucket account and any other website that you are on. And I get a list of your usernames and passwords. Clear?”
“Yes, Mom,” Emily nodded and curled closer as a yawn escaped. “I’m sorry, I yelled at you.”
“Me, too, Em. Me, too.” With her hip she nudged Gibbs, so that he moved over enough that she could move over to let Emily lay down next to her. Tucking the sheets around Emily’s shoulders, she laid down and wrapped an arm around her, “Go to sleep, baby.”
Emily was asleep before she could answer.
Rolling over, Gibbs wrapped an arm about both his girls and kissed Abby’s head, “Thank you.”
“Who knew being a mother would turn me into such a square,” Abby yawned. She fell asleep to the sound of Gibbs’s laughter.