Beck and Call
Okay so here's the next installment in my McBaby series (p.s. I LOVE that name). This should be a 2 or 3 part story. Hopefully you guys like it!
Gibbs strode into the bullpen, coffee in his hand. "What do we know people?"
"Meghan Parker, 26, was found this morning in Rock Creek Park dressed in a Navy Lieutenant's uniform, but she has never served a day in her life," Ziva reported.
"Ran a background check, boss," DiNozzo chimed in. "Parker attended grad school at George Washington University."
"Any idea why she was dressed as a lieutenant?" His question was met with blank stares from his two agents. "Have we run her financials?" Gibbs barked.
Tony looked the empty desk to his left. "McGee was running her financials."
"And where is McGee?"
Half a mile away, McGee stood in the checkout line at the corner market. He checked his watch again, grimacing at the time that had passed. He'd been off the Navy Yard for nearly an hour and he just knew that Gibbs was looking for him, but Abby wanted ice cream and what Abby wanted, Abby got. But it wasn't just ice cream that she wanted, no he was instructed to get chocolate peanut butter ice cream, pretzels, and oranges. Tim really didn't want to know in what order these items were going to be consumed.
"Wife pregnant?"
McGee looked up. There was an older gentleman in front of him in line looking at him with a sympathetic smile. "Huh?"
The man nodded at the items McGee had placed on the belt. "It's an odd assortment that can only be explained by pregnancy hormones. My wife used to dunk bananas into pizza sauce," he said with a shudder.
"That's disgusting," Tim said.
"Yeah. How far along is she?"
"Five and a half months," Tim beamed. In his mind he pictured Abby in her lab wearing her favorite black cargo pants with the top button unsnapped because they no longer fit properly, but she refused to buy maternity clothes. Her shirt was stretched tightly over her baby bump making it perfectly clear to everyone with eyes that she was pregnant.
"Know the sex yet?"
McGee smiled. "We tried to find out at the last sonogram but he didn't want to cooperate."
The man raised his eyebrows. "He?"
"Abby's convinced it's a boy. Our coworkers have a pool going." McGee's phone rang drawing his attention from the conversation. "McGee," he answered.
"Where are you?" Tony asked.
Tim sighed. "At the market down the street."
On the other end Tony laughed. "What did Abby want this time?"
McGee rolled his eyes. "Do you need something, Tony?"
"Boss wants you back here like ten minutes ago."
McGee looked at his watch again. "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes." He hung up the phone and turned to the cashier.
The older man in front of him was just grabbing his bags. He turned to Tim with a smile and waved. "Good luck, son."
"Thank you," Tim replied. 'I'm gonna need it.'
He made it back to the Navy Yard in record time after all but running down the street. As soon as the elevator dinged, McGee stepped out and raced into Abby's lab. "Ice cream's here!"
Abby spun around from the computer screen she was staring at almost too quickly. Had she still been wearing her platform boots she would have most definitely lost her balance, but luckily the boots had been discarded hours ago. Her feet were far too swelled to be able to wear her normal shoes.
"Oh thank God!" Abby exclaimed. She skipped over to McGee and took the pint container out of his hands. Grabbing a spoon off her evidence table, Abby ripped the top off and took a huge bite. "Oh that is so good. Did you get the pretzels?"
Instead of answering, McGee merely lifted the bag in front of her face. He watched as she scooped another bite of ice cream out of the container, laid the pretzel on top, and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. The smile that graced her lips was all the thanks that Tim needed.
"I gotta get back upstairs before Gibbs kills me," he said. McGee kissed Abby quickly before darting back up to the bullpen.
It was nearly 1900 by the time Team Gibbs was given permission to leave. Tony and Ziva were the first to catch the elevator, arguing about what kind of take out to get for their weekly movie night. McGee stood behind his desk, pulling his jacket over his arms, and listening to his bickering coworkers. He wondered idly how long they thought their secret romance would stay hidden. Behind him the rear elevator dinged, announcing Abby's arrival in the bullpen.
"You ready to go?" McGee called over his shoulder.
"Absolutely." Abby's arm slid through his as they strode toward the elevator. "Do you think we could grab some takeout on the way home?"
McGee smiled, he'd been thinking the same thing. "Sure. Do you have a preference?"
"I'm thinking something spicy, maybe Indian? There's a new place on K Street that's supposed to be really good!" As they stepped into the elevator McGee chuckled. "What?"
"Nothing, but are you sure you should be eating spicy foods? Is that healthy for the baby?"
Abby nodded emphatically. "Dr. Wingard said that spicy food was okay on occasion, but not to overdo it."
"I just don't want you to get sick like that time you begged me for Mexican at midnight. That was a bad night."
Abby scowled remembering her night spent hunched over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach over and over again. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let that happen again."
Later that night as McGee sat next to Abby on the cold tiled floor of his bathroom, he couldn't help but smile at the irony of that conversation. It had taken all of an hour after Abby wolfed down a plate full of some very spicy chicken (the name of which McGee could not remember or pronounce) for her to go running to the bathroom. He'd spent the last half hour rubbing her back soothingly and fetching her glasses of water to rinse the taste out of her mouth.
"I hate this," Abby whispered as she sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth in disgust.
"I told you not to get the spicy stuff," Tim laughed. The looks she gave him told him this was no time for jokes.
"You should go back to bed," she suggested. "One of us should get a decent night's sleep."
McGee shook his head. "I already told you, I'm with you 110 percent." He shifted himself so he was leaning against the shower wall and spread his legs wide. "Come here." Abby smiled softly as she crawled over to him and settled herself between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Tim's arms wrapped around her, his hands resting lightly on her stomach where his fingers began to trace random patterns.
"Thank you," Abby whispered. She closed her eyes and willed the rolling feeling in her stomach to go away. She could feel Tim's heart beating against her back, and eventually her own heart was synced with his. "Love you, Timmy."
McGee smiled hearing those words. It was something he would never get tired of hearing. "I love you too, Abby." He listened to her breathing even out and knew that she had fallen asleep. He sat there for a few more minutes just listening to the white noise of the apartment. His eyes became heavy and began drooping. Somewhere in his mind he knew that his back would be killing him in the morning, but he had his wonderful girlfriend and his baby safely tucked away from harm in his arms. What more could a guy ask for?
