Second and final chapter for The Titty Fairy Comes to Visit. Ducky observes Tony's wish was fulfilled but he's still not happy.
I do not own any piece of NCIS or else the interrogation scene in Life Before His Eyes would not have been cut so extensively as to make it meaningless.
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Wish Fulfillment
As the doors to Autopsy slid open Ducky saw a body lying on the far table. He sighed.
"Really, Jethro, it can't be comfortable sleeping on an auto…"
"Not Gibbs, Ducky. 'S me."
"Anthony?"
"Yeah."
Turning on the lights Ducky walked toward Tony. His bundled up suit coat was acting as a pillow. His pale blue shirt was wrinkled and his hair stuck out hither and yon giving him a wild look. Groaning, the agent sat up and slowly lowered his legs over the side then rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"And yeah, it's not comfortable."
Ducky placed his hat and coat on his desk.
"So, why did you? I realize you and Timothy where here late last night but surely you could have gone home and slept in a comfortable bed for a few hours?"
Tony stood and stretched then stopped abruptly.
"Damn!"
Crossing to the half-crouching man, Ducky reached out and felt his lower back. Tony winced and tried to draw away.
"A muscle spasm. Let me see if I can manufacture a make-do heating pad for you. Not something my usual guests require. Lean over the table and support your upper body while I find something."
Moaning and panting, Tony did as instructed. The poor boy really seemed to be in a lot of pain. Ducky finally took a stack of towels and put them in the autoclave they used to sterilize their surgical instruments. Using an unheated towel he took his make-shift solution out and walked back to where Tony was still draped over the table.
"Here. This should help relax the muscle. Sleeping on a steel table really is not goo…"
"It's not where I slept that caused it, Ducky. It's who I sleep with."
"Ziva?"
"Unhunh, Ziva."
"Did she hit you or trip you? I know both Jethro and I warned you not to unduly aggravate her during her pregnancy, Tony. She might strike out if the hormones are just right."
"This hot pad thingy seems to be working, Ducky. It's feeling a little better."
Tony made to stand up and Ducky pushed him gently back down.
"We'll want to keep the heat on for at least 10 minutes. Then I'll write you a prescription for a muscle relaxer."
Ducky waited for an explanation on how sleeping with Ziva had injured Tony's back. Finally realizing no further information would be forthcoming he decided to ask.
"So how did you injure your back?"
For some seconds there was no answer then Tony mumbled something Ducky couldn't quite make out.
"What?"
Raising his voice slightly Tony said, "Ziva."
"You said that before but how if she hasn't set out to injure you on purpose?"
Tony stood up straight, slowly and with some effort, removing the heat from his back. He looked at Ducky and seemed almost on the verge of tears.
"You were right."
"I was? How so?"
"The hormones, Ducky. The horny hormones. They're killing me."
"You mean…"
"Her libido hasn't just increased, Ducky. It's freakin' exploded!"
Tony began to walk gingerly around the autopsy table, keeping one hand on it as he had a decided list to the left.
"It started about 3 weeks ago. I was happy at first. Finally, my extremely hot, sexy wife was back. She's a sexual dynamo when she's herself you know?"
Ducky frowned, not understanding how this would upset Tony.
"Certainly, that must be good news?"
"At first, yeah. It was. She was all over me. I was loving every minute of it."
Tony stopped and stared off into the distance, his lips curved in a smile.
"And…?"
A slight jerk and Tony was focused again.
"And then she wanted more."
"More?"
"Yeah, MORE! A lot more."
Tony looked directly at Ducky.
"At first it was once or twice a day, you know easy for an Italian stud like me. But then it got so she wanted more, three or four times a day. Now, now, I don't know where it's going to end. We did it five times yesterday and that was with us both being at the office most of the day. Ducky, I'm not a young man anymore. I'm beginning to believe she's trying to kill me!"
"So am I to understand the engorged breasts are no longer a problem?"
"Oh, they're a problem all right. No matter how tired I am or how many times we've had sex that day, all she has to do it wave them in my face and my nether parts respond. In fact, all she has to do is touch me and that particular part of me, the part that should know better, is ready to go again."
Tony turned thoughtful.
"It's always been that way, Ducky. All she's ever had to do is touch my hand and I'm ready. I have to tell you I lived through years of hell before we got the great Gibbs dispensation and we were able to, you know, consummate our desires."
Gently Ducky took Tony by the arm, walking him toward the desk. Tony had certainly gotten his wish fulfilled. Ziva was well and active and ready to play. Really, he had very little sympathy for the boy.
"I have work to do, Anthony. You'd best go back to work too before Jethro starts looking for you. Here's a prescription for your back spasm. Just a moment while I write it out."
The swoosh of the doors sliding back heralded Ziva's entry into the room. Ducky glanced at her thinking as he had several times before how stunning the young woman had become once the early days of her pregnancy were behind her. Ziva had the glow you heard about sometimes in conjunction with pregnancy. She had a definite baby bump now and her breasts were still much larger than normal but despite or perhaps because of those changes she was more beautiful than ever. She could have posed for the modern statue of a fertility goddess.
"Good morning, Ducky."
She spoke to him but her eyes never left Tony.
"Good morning, my dear. How are you today?"
"I am fine, Ducky, but Gibbs needs Tony. We have to go."
"Ducky?"
Tony sounded desperate, almost whimpering.
"Here you are, Anthony."
He handed the prescription to Tony.
"Take one every 4 to 6 hours as needed for back pain. Be careful though. You may become drowsy."
Ziva had taken her husband's hand and was tugging him toward the exit.
"Tony! We have to hurry. Gibbs wants you now!"
She basically dragged him behind her. Tony looked back over his shoulder at Ducky and mouthed "help me." Ducky shook his head. He had no doubt Tony would survive his wife's "horny hormones" as they would probably only last a few more weeks. Once the baby positioned itself head down, preparing to enter the birth canal, Ziva most likely would become too uncomfortable to be as interested in sex. Smiling Ducky realized he should have told Tony to enjoy this time with his "sexual dynamo" because once the baby came things would change dramatically. Sex would be the last thing on the young mother's mind for weeks, months even.
Looking up he saw the elevator doors open and Ziva pull Tony inside. She still held his hand and as the doors closed it looked as if she pulled his hand to her breast while with her free hand she reached up and pulled his head down into a kiss. Just as the doors met Ducky saw Tony's free hand come around to grasp Ziva's lower back and pull her in close.
Seems Anthony was accurate in his assessment of his reaction to Ziva. Apparently, he could never get enough of her despite his whining. They should only continue this way for the rest of their lives. Ducky closed his eyes and sent a little prayer aloft with that thought. Then he settled in and started his work day.