Oh, Baby!
Don't dogs know anything about birth control? That was the first thought on McGee's mind as he walked out of his door on Saturday morning. You'd think the armed forces would fix their dogs.
They didn't. Soon after arriving at his new home, Jethro had disappeared for about an hour. McGee had run around looking for him for a long time, images of himself impaled on one of Abby's spiky bracelets flashing through his mind the whole time he was searching.
Finally, the sun began to set and McGee had to admit defeat and go home. As he stumbled along the walk to his building, he saw Jethro sitting by the door, happily wagging his tail and waiting for McGee. He swore and then hugged the dog, bringing him inside to make dinner.
Now, it was a few months later, and McGee knew exactly where Jethro had been. He stared down at the box of puppies that looked like a cross between Jethro and Lady, his neighbor's huge mutt. He allowed himself a moment of banging his head against the wall, wondering what he was going to do. Then, McGee picked up the box and took it inside to feed the pups.
There were seven of them. "What am I going to do with seven puppies?" McGee wondered out loud, glancing over at Jethro. He was lying down in the sun, panting contentedly. McGee sighed and shook his head. "You're lucky I've become so attached to you, buddy," he said. "And I'm glad that we went to the vet right after that." Jethro whined, remembering that event well.
One of the dogs didn't stop making noised. He whined, snuffled, and barked animatedly. It looked as if he were telling a story to one of the other male dogs, who was paying no attention whatsoever. That one was too busy looking at all of the female dogs in the box. One female was barking authoritatively, but McGee could tell that it was the male dog sitting quietly next to her that was really giving the orders. Another of the male puppies was trying to lick one of the other females, but she was backing up and growling at him. The last puppy was all black. She was chasing her tail in circles excitedly. McGee smiled. He had an idea.
On Monday, McGee's backpack was unusually squirmy. He arrived at 6:30, ready to begin his plan. He rode the elevator down to the lab, knowing that Abby had spent the night there. He took the black puppy out of his backpack and held it by Abby's face, letting it lick her.
"Timmy, your tongue is so slobbery," she mumbled in her sleep. Then she sat bolt upright. "Please tell me I did not just say that out loud," she said, turning to McGee, who had hidden the pup behind his back. "Don't answer that, Tim," she cautioned, putting a finger to his lips. "I get weird dreams here. The director said I could stay in the lab while I wait to move into my new apartment. They allow pets there!" she told him, all in one breath.
"Glad to hear it," McGee said, holding the wriggling little black puppy out in front of him.
Abby squealed and grabbed it from him, cuddling it close to her. "McGee, she is so incredibly adorable! Where in the world did you find her?"
McGee beamed, then laughed. "Glad you like her. Jethro will be so proud," he said, cracking up. Abby started laughing too. She peeked into his backpack, counting under her breath.
When she came up, Abby had a mischievous look in her eyes. "We have quite a bit to do before everyone else gets in, don't we?"
NCIS was about to get a whole lot furrier.
A/N: Hope you liked it! NCIS as puppies. Thanks to M E Wofford for the idea!