A/N: Okay, this is a try to get back into the NCIS-fandom, because I haven't watched the series for quite a while. The newest seasons are really not my cup of tea *sigh*

Well, I hope that I will be able to update my other stories too when I got this plot bunny out of my system. (Jenny is still alive in this story, because I'm not a big fan of Vance o.O)

It's going to be SLASH and MPREG! Just so you're warned. And I hope you don't kill me for it *small smile*

I know that the first chapter is a little short and confusing, but I hope it's not too bad and I'll explain everything in the next chapters, which will probably be a bit longer too *sheepish smile*

Just to clear it up for this story: I guess this can be considered AU, because in this world, men can get pregnant and it's common knowledge, even though pregnant men aren't that many, but the possibility is there...

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Please remember that English is not my native language so I hope there are not too many grammatical errors *small smile*

Comments would be most appreciated *puppy dog eyes*

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Summary: A careless comment from Ziva hurts Tony more than she expected and intended, but it also forces Gibbs to realize something about his senior field agent... (SLASH & MPreg)

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Disclaimer: None of the NCIS characters belong to me. I just borrowed them for a little while… this is not for money but for entertainment only…

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One of the Lucky Few

Chapter 1

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NCIS-agent Anthony DiNozzo, Tony to most people, saved the report he had been writing and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head.

"Finally," he said with relief. This had been the last report he had to type before the weekend, well, unless a new case came up and after he had had a short talk with Jenny to clear certain things up.

He was tired and also a little sore and was really looking forward to his couch and a good movie for the night.

He suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him and turned his head so that he could look directly at Ziva David.

The ex-Mossad was looking at him with a smirk on his face.

"What?" Tony questioned, lowering his arms again, straightening his shirt, which had ridden up a little when he had stretched his arms.

"Maybe you should stop eating so much fast food," Ziva informed him, her eyes traveling towards Tony's midsection.

DiNozzo looked down too and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he wanted to know, unconsciously trying to hide his stomach behind his desk and his arms.

Ziva tilted her head and with a grin she answered: "You're getting love cushion."

Tim McGee, who had followed the conversation, looked at Ziva a little irritated, because at first he didn't really know what she was talking about.

But then he looked at Tony and he could see what she meant and he sniggered a little.

There was a belly clearly visible underneath Tony's shirt, no matter how hard the other agent tried to hide it by crossing his arms and sitting impossible close to his desk.

"It's "love handles", not "cushions", Ziva," he corrected, before addressing Tony, who was staring at Ziva and now at McGee with a strange expression on his face.

"But she's right, Tony. You could use a few rounds at the gym."

Tony glared at him, but he couldn't help but blush a little.

He tried not to show how much those words had stung by replying sharply: "Look who's talking, Probie, I could say the same for you."

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And with that he pushed his chair back and stood up.

"And now excuse me please, I have a meeting with the director," he told them and without even looking at his two teammates, he made his way to Director Sheppards office, nearly running Gibbs over, who came from a talk with Jenny.

"DiNozzo?" he questioned, looking at his senior field agent with irritation, because for a second he thought he had seen tears glistening in Tony's eyes.

But the young man only shrugged, pushed past him and vanished into Jenny's office. She was obviously already waiting for him, because the last thing he saw before the door closed, was her putting a hand on his shoulder with a small smile on her face.

Jethro watched the closed door for a moment and wondered what was going on with Tony.

He shook his head for a second and decided that he must have imagined the tears in DiNozzo's eyes.

Gibbs took a sip of the coffee he had in his hands and then walked down the few stairs into the bullpen.

There he found Ziva and McGee still chuckling and McGee trying to explain to Ziva why it was called "love handles" and not "cushions" without getting too explicit.

Gibbs coughed to make his presence known and put his coffee on his desk.

"Why are you discussing "love handles" instead of working on your reports?" he questioned, wondering what was so interesting about a few pounds too much around the hips that McGee and Ziva were talking about it.

McGee quickly ducked behind his computer to type the rest of his report, while Ziva only smiled a little.

"We were just discussing the fact that Tony seems to neglect his fitness program. He is getting a little pudgy," she informed her boss.

Ziva didn't mean it as an insult. She just wanted a little revenge on Tony for the prank with the glue on his letter opener which she liked to borrow a lot.

And she knew that Gibbs didn't like it when one of his team got sloppy on anything, so he'd probably drag DiNozzo to the gym for a good workout instead of letting him go home on time.

Jethro looked at her in surprise and he had to admit that he hadn't noticed anything.

But then again, he had tried to avoid watching DiNozzo too closely in the last weeks, because if he started watching him, he just couldn't stop admiring the other man.

And that really wasn't good for his concentration and for his ability to do his work.

Yes, DiNozzo distracted him and Gibbs knew he needed to talk to his senior field agent about those disturbing feelings, but he just hadn't found the time to do so yet.

Gibbs then raised an eyebrow and was about to tell Ziva and McGee that it was none of their business if DiNozzo gained a few pounds as long as he was still fit enough to do his job.

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A voice from the stairs stopped him from doing so.

"I'm touched that you care about my health so much, Ziva, but maybe you should get your facts right, before you go telling Gibbs that I've been sloppy in the last weeks."

The whole team turned to see Jenny and Tony standing on the steps, watching them all.

Their meeting had obviously been very short and Jenny had a hand on Tony's shoulder, probably to support him.

And she was standing very close to him too, closer than necessary in Gibbs's opinion and he growled a little.

But then Gibbs's eyes traveled to Tony's mid-section and he had to admit that Ziva and McGee were right.

In the last few weeks DiNozzo seemed to have gotten a little belly, which was now clearly visible with the way he was standing with his hands on his hips.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asked, glaring at Jenny, because she seemed to know something he didn't and that unnerved him.

He hated it when someone of his team had a secret from him, especially when the someone was Tony DiNozzo.

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Tony meanwhile cleared his throat and looked at Jenny, who only gave him an encouraging smile, squeezing the young man's shoulder.

"I didn't even intend to tell you already, but the Director convinced me that it's probably for the best when you know, because there are going to be some changes for me very soon."

Tony's voice was quiet and wavered a few times and Gibbs felt a knot of worry forming in his stomach, because DiNozzo suddenly looked so young and vulnerable and whatever he had to say seemed to be really important.

McGee and Ziva looked at each other and then at Tony again.

Luckily Gibbs's team was the only one left in the bullpen. The rest had already gone home for the weekend.

Tony smiled a little nervously and now Gibbs was sure that there was a tear in the younger man's eyes.

"Maybe you should better sit down for what I've got to tell you," he said, because Gibbs had stood up and was about to walk over to DiNozzo.

Jethro shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I'm good, DiNozzo, and now spit it out," he demanded harshly, because the worry grew with every passing second and he needed an answer now.

Tony jumped a little, showing how nervous he was.

He was chewing on his lower lip for a second, before he nodded.

"If you're sure, boss," he started, trailing off again, before looking at Sheppard.

Jenny smiled and nudged him slightly.

"Tell them, they're your friends. They'll understand," she encouraged gently and Gibbs had to agree with here.

"I'm sure DiNozzo, so get on with it," he told his senior field agent, clutching his coffee pot nervously, but trying to look indifferent.

He was about to take a sip to calm his nerves, but he was glad that he didn't, because he would probably have spit it out after hearing what Tony had to say.

Tony took a deep breath and then he said softly: "I'm pregnant."

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to be continued, if anyone is interested...