So… I've moved on to House M.D. as my current fixation and have brought my mpreg kink with me. There seems to be a lot of Pregnant House, so I'm bringing a pregnant Wilson to the table. Spencer and Derek will also feature, as a continuation from "A New Friend." Lovers of Tony, Jethro and Leo, don't go away, they will be featuring too.

Disclaimer: All not mine. CBS, Fox, David Shore and other executives claim them. I think they aren't using them to their full potential, but I'm willing to.

A Temporary Fix

"Papa, up!" Livi held up her hands, making a grabby motion. Spencer pressed his lips together and glanced down at her. "Sorry, Livi."

Her lower lip pouted and her eyes started to fill. She was still Papa's girl and she wanted to be held by him, now.

"Hey, Livi, no crying." Penny picked her up and bounced the toddler on her hip. Livi buried her face against Penny's shoulder and cried.

"Dammit!" Spencer rubbed his belly and looked longingly at his daughter.

"Spence, you can't pick her up."

"I know," he said. "And I hate it!"

"Unca Spencer?" Leo DiNozzo-Gibbs pressed himself against Spencer's legs. "Do you and Ella and Livi and Unca Derek hafta go away?"

Spencer groaned. "I'm sorry, Leo, but we do. But, it's just for a little while, I promise."

Leo's eyes filled too. His papa, Tony, knelt down next to him, hugging his son. "Leo, everyone is coming back. Uncle Spencer has to go to a special doctor for the baby, remember."

Leo nodded and rubbed his eyes.

Spencer closed his own eyes. "If everyone doesn't stop crying, I'm going to start."

"Hey, Pretty Boy, none of that." Derek came up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around him and cupping the five-month-baby belly Spencer had.

"God, I hate my doctor right now."

"It isn't his fault. Some other doctor in Jersey got pregnant and his partner demanded Doc Moore attend." He kissed Spencer's cheek. "We'll be up there for six months. You'll have this one and we'll come home. Everything will be all right."

"This is the last one," Spencer insisted. "I want my tube tied or whatever."

"Honey, I'll get a vasectomy if you want."

"I want."

Derek chuckled.

"Are we going?" Ella threw her bag in the backseat and stood next to the chair, hands on her hips.

"God, are we sure she doesn't belong to Gibbs?" Derek asked. Tony glanced between Ella and Jethro. "Yeah. She's all yours."

Leo sniffled and leaned against Tony. Tony kissed his son's forehead and stood up. "I want daily check-ins."

Spencer grinned. "Of course."

"Me too," Penny said. "And Abby does too."

"Can we just conference call? I don't have enough time to call everyone separately."

"Hmm… Add my mother to that list too, but only once a week."

"That's your problem," Spencer said.

Jethro packed the last box into the trailer. "You guys are all good."

"Thanks for taking Clooney," Derek said.

"No problem," Jethro shrugged.

"We're hoping it will distract Leo," Tony said. "That and Patrick and Dahlia are finally old enough to be interesting." He glanced down. "And where did Leo go?"

Spencer pointed.

Leo had climbed into the back seat of the car and buckled himself between Ella and Livi's seats. "Ready."

Penny smiled and carried Livi to the car, buckling her in. "I think your papa and daddy would be very sad if you went away."

Leo's eyes got big; he quickly unbuckled and ran back to Tony, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Don't be sad."

"I won't be, now that you're here," Tony assured.

Leo smiled.

Ella walked over and hugged Leo. "Bye."

"See you in a bit."

She nodded and climbed in the car, getting in her seat, waiting for Derek to buckle her in.

"This is it," Derek said. Spencer nodded.

"Safe trip," Penny kissed their cheeks and patted Spencer's tummy. "Keep my nephew safe."

"That's why we're going."

Tony chuckled and hugged Spencer. "See you in a bit."

"You bet." Spencer squeezed his first friend outside of the BAU.

Tony stepped aside and Jethro hugged the lithe genius. "Take care."

"I will. Watch over Tony."

"Been doing it for years."

Tony smirked.

Spencer got in the car as Derek buckled Ella and said his good-byes. Then he got in the driver's seat and started the car, pulling out of the driveway. Elle and a friend would be moving in within the week, so the house wouldn't be empty for six months. Derek would be doing consulting work while they were away and Spencer found an on-line teaching position. There was a house waiting for them in Princeton and a day care center for the girls.

Derek reached over and squeezed Spencer's hand. "Hey, we're going to be fine."

"I don't like being away from home when I'm pregnant. I want my house, with my bed and all my comforts."

"I know, I know. I'd rather be home too." He merged onto the highway. "But we're going to get through this. Now, close your eyes and try to sleep."

Spencer sighed and still holding Derek's hand, closed his eyes.

Greg House winced when he heard Wilson throw up again. He hadn't taken to pregnancy well at all.

"I'm going…"

That would be the last of breakfast.

A very pale James Wilson staggered into the kitchen. He sank into the nearest chair and leaned against House. "You're going to have a vasectomy, tomorrow."

Like hell he was. House wrapped an arm around his partner. "Guess what?"

Wilson sighed. "What?"

"Doctor Henry Moore is coming up to be your primary during this fiasco."

"I'm pregnant. It's yours. We've been trying. This is not a fiasco." Wilson groaned. "I thought he had another patient down in DC."

"He does."

"Oh God, House, what did you do?"

"Nothing! I swear. I don't know why Moore suddenly decided to come to Princeton."

"What did Cuddy offer him?"

"Something really good. He almost showed up the next day. And the hospital made arrangements for his other patient to temporarily move here."

"Where?"

"My old place."

Wilson cracked an eye. "I hope you aren't making them pay through the nose."

"Hey, one's FBI and the other is a genius."

"Which one is pregnant?"

"The genius."

"Hmm…" He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, taking in House's scent. "I need those shots."

"I hate those."

"I've been in a few chat rooms. Apparently, that's a universal theme. I met one carrier who says it reduced his partner almost to tears and his partner is a Marine."

"Cool."

Wilson sighed. "When are they coming?"

"Today."

He pulled himself up.

"Where are you going?"

"To get dressed. I want to apologize for you."

"Wilson!"