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Title: Living Womb

Rating: M

Story Premise: AU After a devastating loss for both G and Sam, they press onward toward the ultimate goal; for G to have a real womb and give birth to a child.

Category: SciFi/Romance

WARNINGS: AU; Slash: Sam/G; Male Pregnancy: G

DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.

My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story.

End of last chapter of Fertile Ground:

Somewhere in Greece…

"You're the best one for me," Sam said, kissing his lover on the neck. "Are you ready for round two?"

"Of?" G asked.

"Having another baby."

"If it's what you want, I want it too."

"I contacted them."

"How?" G asked.

"I used the IP address we discovered at the beginning of our investigation," Sam said. "They promised to surprise us on our wedding night and create fertile ground again within you."

"Talk about planning something well in advance," G said. "I can't begin to thank you enough for everything and for this." He grasped Sam's hand and placed it on his abdomen where the baby bump was located. "You've made me the happiest man in the world. I can't wait to give life to another precious baby." G brought Sam's hand up to his lips and kissed it. "Make love to me this time. I need you."

Sam flipped G over to face him. "And I you." He passionately kissed his husband. "They promised to give you a different experience this time."

"What kind of experience?"

"You'll give birth to our baby rather than have a C-section."

G pulled back. "What? How can they do that?"

"Obviously they've experimented on other men."

"You hope that's the scenario," G said.

"I think that was their plan this whole time, create fertile ground in a man and give him the ability for a live birth without the need for surgery."

"You've been reading reports from Hetty again?"

"Nope."

"Then how would you know all of this?" G asked.

Sam lifted G into his arms and sat on the deep end step. "They told me in an email to expect the unexpected because all of their efforts to develop fertile ground worked."

G snuggled into his husband's dark, muscular body. "I'm looking forward to our delivery date."

"I hoped you'd say that. I love you," Sam said.

"And I love you," G said. With his thoughts drifting to the possibility of giving birth to their baby, he smiled. G longed for that experience since the first time he was pregnant.

Present Day Los Angeles…

Birthday Presents

Chapter 1

Sam stood in front of the high definition screen in OPS. G was at it again. As soon as work ended for the day, his partner headed to Venice Beach and stayed there until Sam found him and brought him home. He sighed. Maybe this time it wasn't something as serious as the previous times. Sam hoped to take G home to bed. He could only hope. Their bed and their lives had been a place of discord for too many years.

"Mr. Hanna," Hetty said, entering OPS. She wore a black, pin-striped suit with a crisp white blouse. "You're doing this again with our federally owned equipment."

He flipped on his heels and faced her. "I know, you don't need to tell me—"

She held up her right hand. "But apparently I do Mr. Hanna."

"He left again."

"You and I both know he hasn't been the same since…"

"Yes, ever since then," Sam said. "And I don't want to talk about it. Neither does he." He flipped on his heels to face the screen again and leaned back into the light table, folding his arms.

Hetty came along side him, pressing her back against the light table behind her. "Well, what are you doing just standing here. Go get him. I'll get Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks to take care of your little ones."

"They're not so little any more."

"No, they're not," Hetty said. "Go." She shooed her agent out of OPS with both hands.

Sam took the stairs two at a time down to the bullpen. He grabbed the black leather briefcase G had gotten him for his birthday and stood facing his desk. Sam glanced over his shoulder at G's desk and wondered if his partner and husband had remembered everything he needed for the night. He stepped over to it and examined the top of the overly neat desktop. G changed into 'Mr. Neat and Clean' since being married. Although Sam liked it, at the same time it disturbed him because it wasn't normal for G. His husband's files were tucked away and stacked in a tidy pile in the desk's center, waiting for the next day's workload. Sam flipped on his heels and strode toward the double exit doors.

His partner acted strangely this morning. Yeah, he had acted strangely for the last three years, but this was something Sam couldn't put his finger on right off. First the extra special briefcase that he always wanted. It was an expensive gift and his husband had paid a hefty price for it. And then being spooked enough to not even say good-bye after ops.

Thirty minutes later in the parking lot at Venice Beach, Sam stayed in his black Challenger and rehashed all the events of his day. He wondered which one sparked his partner's new need to evade and escape. Navy SEAL tactics G had learned too well since they had married over four years ago. It could be anything. More than likely it was something minuscule, but triggering enough to cause G's post traumatic stress disorder to arise again. The last time G ran away after an ops was over a month ago.

Three years was too long and yet he knew it was normal. Nate told him. Hetty reminded him more than once.

Next he turned his attention to his husband, standing on the beach. Okay G tell me what's going on. Sam rehearsed the words in his head. Maybe I need to start it off different. Want to get laid at the nearest hotel? Sex. What was that? Unheard of for the past three years. Though it didn't matter. Sam was committed to his relationship and to his husband.

Sam stepped out of his Challenger and strode toward the beach where his partner and husband stood. He stopped next to G and folded his arms. "Beautiful day for this."

"For what?"

"Contemplating your…"

"My navel, is that it? You think I'm playing with you?"

Sam faced his partner and held up both hands. "Whoa."

"Just don't mess with me."

"Look, I know what day this is, okay," Sam said.

G shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He said, "It's your birthday."

"Very funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be funny." G huffed out his indignation and folded his arms.

"Okay, what's the problem?"

"Besides needing to get laid?"

"Ah, you admit it."

G kept his eyes on the water. "Three years is too long for both of us," he said. "But I had my reasons. I wanted to do something nice for your birthday."

"You've always been good at changing the subject midstream, but that one just beat them all," Sam said. "We still can. It's early in the day. The ops ended earlier than expected."

"Talk about changing the subject." G shifted his weight from one foot to the other again. "I need… to go to the cemetery."

"Today? Right now?"

"Yes, I've got to follow through with my plans before I change my mind."

"Okay, whatever you need or want to do," Sam said. "Did you bring your chariot?" He chuckled and hooked his arm, waiting for his husband to take it.

"Nope because I knew you'd bring yours." G placed his arm in Sam's.

They strolled back to the Challenger. Sam helped his husband into the car and climbed into the driver's seat. He drove toward the cemetery.

#

A stillness came between them as it had every time they visited the cemetery. When they arrived, Sam parked the Challenger close to the gravesite. G piled out of the car before his husband made it over to help him. He strode up to the grave and stared at the name on the beautifully handcrafted stone.

Sam came along side him. "I didn't expect to be doing this on my birthday."

"She died on your birthday." G looked into his husband's eyes. "Damn, I'll never get over this." Tears filled his eyes.

"You never do," he said, "it just gets easier to live with."

"Great."

"Nate told us both that," Sam said. "And Hetty has repeated it often."

G sighed. "I don't remember."

"You don't remember much from those first six months after her death."

"It felt as if I died too." G wiped the tears from his eyes and turned his attention back to the grave stone. "I need to do this."

"Do what? I'm confused. We're here."

"Don't go ballistic on me," G said, crouching low to the ground and studying the stone's surface. He lowered his voice and whispered, "There's no room to augment it. Damn."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Sam asked, crouching down to his husband's level.

G glanced sideways at his husband and straightened. "Doesn't matter though, it still needs to be completed today." He turned and walked toward the Forest Hill Cemetery office.

Sam hurried up to match his husband's strides. "Would you tell me what's going on?"

G stopped mid step and faced him. "I made a mistake three years ago."

"What mistake?"

"One that I'm about to rectify."

"Okay, I'm completely lost."

"I was out of my mind and in a different world after Rebecca died," G said. "I never thought she'd die."

"That makes two of us. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't mine. We did everything right."

"I know, but that's not what this is about," G said. "I've got to make things right between us."

Sam sighed. "Things are right."

"No, damn it, will you at least listen to me?"

"You're not making sense."

"You're right and I haven't made sense since she died." G shoved his hands into his pockets. "Damn, this wasn't supposed to be this difficult to talk about. You were right about the grave stone, okay? I was wrong."

"We settled that."

"I'm not settled," G said. "I never felt settled after our hairy argument. I want to get it changed back to your original words."

"You placated me?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I did and you only found out right now."

"Damn, you're good. Ever thought of becoming a federal agent." Sam chuckled at his bad joke. "I never even suspected that. Was it that one word you said you hated?"

"I hated it because…" He wiped more tears from his eyes. "That one word made her human. It made her alive… once. And I wanted to pretend, at least in my mind, that she was just a name on a grave stone."

"How did that work for you?"

"It didn't. It haunted me everyday."

"I guarantee that stalled your grieving."

G stared past Sam at the grave stone in the distance. "Yes."

"Why didn't you come talk to me…"

G held up a hand. "I did something better than coming to talk to you."

"Okay, now I'm curious."

"Doesn't take much." G winked at him.

"That's the first time you razzed me in the last three years."

"I know, I've missed that."

"It's been far too serious between us."

"She died in my arms, damn it, everything changed after that, everything. Our daughter. She was… beautiful…" G returned his gaze to his husband's eyes. "I need to make things right."

"Okay, whatever that means," Sam said, stepping closer to his husband. "And does that include hot and bothered sex between the sheets?"

"You wish." G smirked and started walking again.

Sam walked along side him. "You're almost back to your old self."

"You hope." He laughed.

They reached the cemetery's office and walked inside.

"Ah, Mr. Callen I've been waiting for you and have everything set up in the backroom." The owner of the Forest Hill Cemetery took them both into a large room. "Does this meet with your approval?" The corrected word was inserted into a projection onto a picture of a grave stone identical to the one they had.

"Yes, thank you," G said.

The owner left them.

G turned to his husband. "This looks right now. It feels right."

"Are you certain you want to change this?"

"100%," G said, "I saved enough money to have a new grave stone made."

"I can contribute to the cause," Sam said.

"Absolutely not, this is my birthday present to you." G stepped closer to his husband. "Now things are right between us. Well, almost." He took Sam's hands in his and placed them on his heart and gazed into this husband's eyes. "This is perhaps the most difficult part. I want… another baby. I'm ready."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

Sam leaned over and enveloped G's lips and kissed him softly. "I never thought this day would come again."

"I know you wanted it. Happy Birthday." G kissed his husband for the first in the last three years. "Make love to me."

"Here? In the… projection room?"

"I don't care where it is," G said. "I just need you so bad right now."

Sam pulled away and strode to the door. He locked it both with a bolt and the door knob. He turned his attention back to his husband. "This would be the perfect spot. Right here on the table where the projector sits and produces that image onto the screen."

"Sounds perfect to me too. 'Becky' was definitely needed on that grave stone," G said. "And I was an ass for resisting you."

"Speaking of asses." Sam lovingly removed his husband's aqua blue button-down shirt and his tight, faded blue jeans. "I'm gonna love getting inside yours. No underwear. I think someone wanted this bad." He lifted G onto the waist high table and kissed him.

G started to unbutton and unzip his husband's jeans.

"Nope, this show is all mine." Sam passionately kissed him this time, leaving them both breathless and wanting more. "It's my birthday, and I'm opening all of the presents. All the way up."

"That sounded lewd," G said.

"It was meant to," Sam said, pulling back and removing his dark blue, long sleeve t-shirt. "I can't wait to enter you. I hope you came prepared." He stepped out of his jeans and skin-tight, red underwear.

G dragged his pants over to his side and pulled a small bottle of lube from them. "You don't disappoint with that underwear."

"I had hoped this would be the day."

"It's your lucky day and you've won…" G panted and moaned when Sam entered him. "Next time…."

"And there will be a next time," Sam said, "I guarantee it."

G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and kissed him. "I missed this."