Disclaimer - I do not own NCIS.  Warning - Contains spanking,
don't like, don't read - Step away from the story now!  A/N -
This is for Crazy4Gibbs who wanted another story to read whilst
she was on vacation. Enjoy!  Jethro Gibbs looked at his
reflection in the mirror and took in a deep breath. He was
trying desperately to calm down.  As a Marine, he was used to
being able to deal with fear. He could handle the prospect of
death, and, the fact that the buddies he spent time with one
moment, could be gone the next, in the heat of battle. He had
learned to deal with that sensation in his gut, which was a
volatile mix, of fear, relief, anticipation and alertness.  As a
father, he had recognised similar feelings in his gut when he
watched Kelly take teetering steps towards the edge of a table,
or when he watched her wobbling on her bike, trying desperately
to stay upright. There had only been one time when he had gotten
close to those Marine feelings, when her delicate fingers were
perilously close to a lit candl