"Inconceivable"- An NCIS Fan-Fic
Summary: When Tony goes to a Naval medical facility for a sleep study, he gets much more than he bargained for. This is an MPREG fic, but not slash. Tony-centric, but a team-fic! Sort of AU. Set between the end of Season 7, and Season 8. Will contain spoilers of Season 7.
Rating: T (for all the squicky, medical stuff)
Characters: Tony D. (But all of the major "NCIS" players are in this)
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, but I sure wish I did!
Chapter 1
"I have to say, I couldn't have picked a better time to get this done," Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo said, as slung his backpack over his shoulder.
"Remind us again why you're spending four days at Bethesda?" Special Agent Timothy McGee asked, as he did the same.
"For the last few weeks, I've had trouble sleeping," Tony reminded the younger agent. "I want to find out why."
"Well, I for one hope you get the necessary treatment," Agent Ziva David told her co-worker. "But you really have to stay there that long?"
" 'Fraid so," Tony replied. "Like I said, it's a good thing work has been quiet lately.
"We'll be fine without you, DiNozzo," Special Agent-In-Charge Leroy Jethro Gibbs assured. "You just take care of business."
"I will, Boss," Tony said. "When I come back, I will be the picture of perfect health."
"At least physical health," Tim whispered to Ziva. "Still not sure about the mental health part." She let out a quiet chuckle.
"I heard that!" Tony exclaimed. "Whatever, get your little jokes in now." He headed toward the elevator. "See you in a few days, mis amigos."
"Special Agent DiNozzo?" A blond-haired woman came into the waiting room where Tony was sitting.
"That would be me," Tony replied. "You must be Dr. Krause." He stood up, and shook her hand.
"You can call me Bridget, if you wish," she suggested.
"Anthony," he said. "You're doing my sleep study, huh?"
"I am," she said. "Come with me, so I can get some basics on you."
"Sure," he agreed, as he followed her down the hall.
"So, first we'll do your height and weight," she told him, and motioned to the scale along the wall. "Hop up here."
Tony stepped up onto the scale, and she maneuvered the indicators. "One hundred and seventy-one pounds," she stated. "And, your height is… seventy-four inches tall."
"Six-foot, two inches," he said. "I'm half an inch taller than what I thought I was."
Dr. Krause smiled. "We're going to do your blood pressure next, and make sure all is well in that arena."
"Sure," he said as he followed her to a nearby exam room. Tony sat down, and Dr. Krause wrapped the cuff on his arm, and started squeezing the bulb. He winced as it became tighter, but let out a sigh of relief when she released it.
"One-twenty over eighty," Dr. Krause said. "Right on target." Tony grinned. "Now, if you would, can you go to the second room on the right, and please provide a urine sample in the container in the bathroom. Then, you can put on the pajamas laying on the bed. I'll be in shortly."
"Sure thing," he replied.
Tony was sitting on the bed in his room, wearing a pair of standard- issue blue pajamas from Bethesda. He was thinking about the last time he had worn them- he nearly died from Y. Pestis; the pneumonic plague. Hopefully, he thought to himself, he would not meet the same fate. They're just monitoring me while I sleep, he thought to himself. What could happen to me?
Dr. Krause tapped on the door. "Anthony, are you decent?"
"Yeah," he replied.
She stuck her head in. "Just checking. So, now I am going to attach these electrodes to different places on your body. This will take a few minutes, and I apologize in advance if you're ticklish.
Tony chuckled. "DiNozzo's aren't ticklish, Dr. Krause."
She shrugged as she began to wire him up. "I have to say that to everyone, Anthony." He simply smiled, and sat still as she attached each electrode. "Okay, so you're all set. I'm going to turn on all these channels, and have them start recording."
"I thought you had to observe me," Tony said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I will be," she assured him, "from the room next door. Surely you're familiar with two-way mirrors, Agent DiNozzo."
"I thought I was supposed to stare at myself to fall asleep," he retorted.
She smiled, grabbed his sample, and turned toward the door. "Have a good night, Anthony."
"Night, doc."
"Hey, babe," a young man clad in blue scrubs whispered, coming into the observation room well past midnight.
"Hey, Dr. Avery," Dr. Krause replied as he sat down next to her.
"Who's your subject this evening?" he wanted to know.
"This is Anthony DiNozzo," she said. "He's an NCIS agent."
"I remember him, Bridge," Tate told her. "I was a corpsman when he was treated for the plague here a few years back."
"No kidding," she said. "Well, he's here because he's been having trouble sleeping the past few weeks.
"Do you think it's something serious?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "It's mild Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. He's often up late in the evenings, and simply has trouble falling asleep." She looked over at him. "How's your shift been going, Tate?"
"It's pretty slow," he replied. "I've only delivered three babies tonight."
"What about your other project?" Dr. Krause wanted to know. "Find any good candidates?"
"Actually," he said, "I'm intrigued by your NCIS agent here. I've been thinking about using a male patient this time."
"Oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow.
"It's the next step," he insisted. "Risky, for sure…"
"But if your project succeeds, you'll be famous," she exclaimed. "I was just thinking about that while I was looking over Anthony's physical. He's perfectly average in every way."
"I like your thinking," he said with a smile. "Mind if I go ahead, and get that set up?"
"Go for it," she replied.
"Thanks, wifey," he said as he stood up.
She giggled. "Goodnight, hubby."
