Test Results Back Already?
A/N: I was watching NCIS when I heard Tony make a reference to Mpreg, which of course is all my mind needed to make it canon. This isn't the first time I had seen the scene and thought, "Wow, was that the perfect set up for a fanfic or what?" Now, I'm tired of waiting for it. So my brain supplied my own story. While not my first story, this is the first I've written for NCIS. I probably screwed the characters into OOC drones, but hey. Hope you like it anyway.
Warnings: Mpreg, Slash (that's male/male folks, but not graphic really), I guess that makes this AU. Minimal spoilers for 4.11…
Oh, and because it's AU, we're going to throw out the whole, car tried to kill Abby thing. Because I need Tim focused on Tony, not Abs, the episode as a whole is irrelevant. It's all about McNozzo. You know that's right.
I hate long A/Ns, and yet here I am. Enjoy the story, if you feel generous, leave a review. I'll even gladly accept the flames. Feedback is what helps writers grow!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. If it were, Tony and Tim would not have to hide their love for each other behind the mask of 'pigtail pulling'. I make no money from this. But if the writers want to use this, they totally can. ;)
*NCIS*NCIS*
(Tony's phone rings, he answers and talks in short answers.)
Tony: Ah, what can I do for you? (pause) Okay. (pause) I'm at work, but right. Got it. Okay.
(As he closes the phone Ziva grabs for it and they struggle. Ziva reads the caller ID: Uni Hospital.)
Tony: What part of inappropriate touching don't you understand?
Ziva: Uni Hospital? Test results come back already?
Tony: Yes, I'm pregnant. McGee is going to be very proud.
-NCIS, "Driven" (S4E11)
"…is going to be very proud."
Ziva released Tony's wrist as she pushed him away.
"This is not funny, Tony. I am simply worried about you," said Ziva, her eyebrows drawn in.
Tony's face formed a tight smile, and said, "I know, but it's good news, isn't it? Where is Tim, by the way?"
It seemed to take all of the Mossad officer's self control not to scream and attack Tony where he stood.
"He is with Abby, I believe. In the garage," she said dismissively and went straight back to her questioning. "Good news? Tony, why are you getting tests done? Talk to me. I am your partner."
If anything Tony's smile grew tighter while his eyes hardened. He was clearly done having this discussion.
"I just told you Ziva. If you don't believe me—Well that's understandable. I'm going down to see Abby. If Gibbs asks, tell him it was a non-case related emergency."
Tony walked swiftly toward the door, tugged sharply at the handle, and turned down the hallway. Ziva watched him go, her eyebrows knitted together.
"Tony!" she yelled after him as the door began to close. "Gibbs is going to kill you! Ugh! What was he talking about?"
Ziva continued to mutter and swear to herself in Hebrew. She threw a look at the technician in the corner that halted all unvoiced questions and comments he was sure to have.
*NCIS*NCIS*
The elevator opened to reveal the garage where McGee sitting at a metal table with his laptop as Abby, dressed in a red NCIS jumpsuit circled the smart car making notes. They were discussing the case.
"Seabrook's got a bunch of MP3 files on here. All created over the last twenty-four hours," McGee was saying.
Abby looked up from her clip board to ask, "Do you think she was illegally downloading?"
McGee shook his head. "No, they were recorded with a laptop's microphone. I think she was making verbal observations—"
"Hello, my garage geeks," said Tony, interrupting McGee's theory and announcing his presence in one move.
Abby spun towards Tony with a slight hop and a big smile on his face. "Tony! Hey, love to talk, but we are on the verge of a break through here. I can feel it. Right, Timmy?"
Before McGee could answer Tony jumped in. "Actually Abs, I'm here for Timmy."
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Can we talk, Tim? It's… It's important."
Before he answered, McGee glanced to Abby. "Uh, now, Tony? Can't it wait until…"
McGee trailed off, but Tony knew what he was trying to say. We're at work. We should wait until we're home. However, one look at Tony's face and suddenly McGee's expression shifted, this is big, isn't it?
"No, Tim. It's gotta be now." Tony glanced at Abby who was trying to look as if she wasn't listening. "Please, Tim?"
At the 'please' Abby gave up all pretenses as her head shot up to stare at Tony in shock. Tony never said please, especially to Tim. And he rarely called him 'Tim.'
"Sure," said McGee, all hesitation gone. "We can go, uh…"
"Gibbs isn't using his office?" suggested Tony, nodding his head toward the elevator.
McGee nodded and stood. Tony gestured for him to lead the way.
"Thanks Abs," Tony said before he turned to follow McGee. "I promise to have your Geek Boy back soon."
*NCIS*NCIS*
As soon as the elevator door slid shut, Tony flicked the switch and plunged them into the blue semidarkness of the emergency stop.
"Tony, what's going on? We're at work, we talked about this. The risks—"
Tony stopped his words with a kiss. It seemed Tony had a thing about interrupting him today.
Tony pulled back quickly. As Tim looked into his face he saw more easily what he got a glimpse of in the garage. Tony also hid his emotions behind a jaunty smile and a witty retort, except when they were alone. As it were, Tim could see the panic, worry, fear, and nervousness in Tony's eyes. But he also saw a hint of excitement, and the soft look of affection that always lingered when Tony looked at him.
"I know what we talked about, but…it's important. I'm freaking out a little here and… I know I should wait for the case to be over. I know that. It's bad enough for one of us to be distracted." Tony glanced down. "It can wait. I'm sorry."
He reached to turn the elevator back on when McGee grabbed his arm and pulled it back. He turned Tony to face him, pulled him close, and lifted his chin so he could look him in the eye.
"Tony. Don't do that. I can see you're rattled. I can. I don't know what's going on, but if it's got you this shook up I want you to tell me now. Don't wait until later. You can tell me." Tim's voice rang with that McGee sincerity that can't be faked.
"I went… I haven't told you because I thought it was nothing, but the stomach pains were getting worse and when there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't get sick I thought I should play it safe. I was throwing up more than you knew."
Tim looked hurt. "Why didn't you say anything, Tony?"
"I didn't want you to freak out more than you already were, McWorry."
"Tony, if we're serious about this, and we just agreed we were both in this for the long haul, you can't just keep things like this from me." Tim's eyebrows were drawn down, and his lips were slightly pouted.
Tony long to pull those lips in for a kiss, but he needed to stay focused.
"I know. I'm sorry, Tim. I didn't want it to be a big deal. So, I scheduled my usual check up for my lungs with Brad a little early," Tony said, clearly attempting to avoid talking about the real issue.
"And?" McGee was clearly getting impatient.
"Well, first, my lungs are fine," Tony smiled, quickly moving on at the look on McGee's face. "Then I mentioned the vomiting and shooting pains. And, after some poking and prodding he wasn't sure what to make of it. I believe the word he used 'weird.' So he ran some tests, did some scans." Tony trailed off.
Tim wasn't having it. "Go on, Tony."
Tony loosened his tie. "The results came in, just a few minutes ago, while I was in observation with Ziva. Against what seemed his better judgment, he wanted to see me in person, he told me the results."
"Tony, all this stalling is really starting to scare me."
Tony very carefully took a steadying breath. "I, apparently have some extra organs. Something about an undeveloped twin or something. He didn't give me any details, said that could wait for my appointment."
"What?"
Tony let out a short nervous laugh. "Yeah. An unborn female twin. Figures."
"What exactly are you saying Tony?"
"Well," Tony leveled his gaze to look Tim full in the face. "Well, McFertile, we're going to be dads."
Tim just stared. And stared. His brain flat-lined and then jumped into over gear and suddenly his mouth couldn't keep up with all of the things his brain wanted to say.
"You're… What? Pregnant? Tony. What? Wait. Are you messing with me here? You can't. What? Pregnant? Tony? What?"
"Exactly!" Tony exclaimed. "That's what I'm saying. You know I wouldn't make you leave work for a joke. Tim? Tim. Breathe."
The younger agent seemed to be struggling to do just that. He seemed to have forgotten exactly how to fill his lungs and then empty them. He finally began to get the hang of it enough to gasp, "You're serious. Shit."
Tony knew Tim was freaking out now too. Tim never swore.
"Wait," Tim said suddenly, something just occurring to him. "Tony—Is it safe? Are you okay? I mean, this doesn't seem exactly normal."
"Well," Tony began with a slight grin. "I have a baby McNozzo growing in my…whatever. I'm a bit…confused. But, apparently, I'll be fine. I think. I should have waited to tell you until I had more information."
He stopped talking, watching Tim attempt to keep his breathing controlled.
"No!" Tim shouted and then lowered his voice. "No. I'm glad you told me. I'm…Tony? We're really…We're going to be dads?"
Tony smiled, already feeling extraordinarily better, calmer. "Yeah, Tim. If that's what you…we can discuss it all, as soon as this case is over. Yeah?"
Tim smiled back. "Yeah."
Tim reached out and pulled Tony in for a kiss, sliding his hand down Tony's chest to rest on Tony's stomach.
A/N: So, wow, there it is. It's short, and it came out a lot faster than I thought it would. Phew! It also ended in a very fluffy manner, didn't it? Huh, well. I don't think I'm going to be going any further, unless people really seem to like it. I'm sure it could go on. Like, how is Tim going to be able to focus on work and Abby with this in his head? Oh! Maybe different reactions of the team as they find out… No. Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. I hope you guys liked it, I had fun with it.
Peace…Out.