Disclaimer - I don't own CSI; NY or NCIS.
A/N - This is a crossover between the two series. With NCIS it begins a year after Tony joins Gibbs' team, no Kate or McGee yet. With CSI it begins a year before Season One.
Warnings - Slash (lots of), multiple pairings and MPREG.
One Night StandChapter Two.
Tony's phone had been ringing on an off for the last ten minutes and it was driving Kate crazy. Where the hell was the other field agent? And why wasn't whoever it was ringing his mobile? The phone stopped and Kate sighed, looking back to her screen but then it started up again. Now she may have only been there for a little over two months but she knew how Tony was and how annoyed he'd be if she answered it…which was rather a good reason to do it. Anything to get Tony back for everything he did to her.
"That's it." She jumped up, walked around her desk and picked up his phone. "NCIS. Caitlin Todd speaking." Unsure if it would a persistent girlfriend or something actually important Kate had decided to go for the proper and correct way of answering someone else's phone in the office.
"Hi, I'm trying to get hold of Tony DiNozzo."
"He's not here at the moment. Have you tried his cell phone?" Kate asked politely, the guy on the other end sound professional.
"I don't have his cell number. I'm calling on behalf of Don Flack." The name didn't ring any bells with Kate. "Could I leave a message for Mr DiNozzo?"
"Sure, let me grab a pen," Kate reached over and picked up Tony's little notebook and one of his biros, perching on the edge of Tony's desk, "Go ahead."
"Right. Just tell him that it's a boy. He was born at 10:40 today. He's healthy, weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces. And Flack hasn't decided on a middle name yet but the babies first name is Samuel." Kate was writing quickly, taking down everything the man was saying. "And Flack wants to see Tony."
"Ok. I got all that. Who should I put down as the caller?" Kate asked.
"Danny Messer, NYPD Crime Lab."
"Ok. I'll pass on the message to Tony."
"Thanks. Bye."
"Bye." Kate hung up just as Tony walked out of the elevator, take-away bags in his hand. It seemed he'd been on his lunch run, a lunch run that took an hour and a half. "About time Tony…"
"Hey! Use your own phone!" he frowned angrily, shoving her towards her own desk. "Stay away from mine."
"Possessive much Tony?" Kate asked, "And just so you know I was answering your phone as it had been ringing off and on for nearly ten minutes."
"You answered my phone?!" Tony's hands actually protectively covered his phone as if she had somehow hurt its feelings.
"Yeah because someone was missing," Kate said accusingly.
"Who was it?" Tony asked.
"I don't think I'll tell you," Kate turned away from him, grinning as she teased the other agent, "It was something about a baby so I doubt it's important to you Mr Playboy." Tony gave a loud gasp and spun her round by her shoulders.
"A baby? Was it Flack's baby? Was the caller Don Flack?" Tony looked incredibly worried now, his hands too tight as he gripped her.
"No, it was Danny Messer but it was on behalf of Don Flack," Kate said, shrugging Tony's hands off her shoulders, "What's up with you Tony? A minute ago you were…"
"What about Don's baby? Is there something wrong?" Tony asked, his eyes holding a panic Kate had never seen before, "Kate! Is the baby alright?!?"
"Geez Tony, chill. The baby's fine. The guy, Danny, was calling to tell you that," she looked down at the pad still in her hand, "Samuel was born today at 10:40 weighing 8 pounds 2 ounces and is healthy."
"Samuel…" Tony's voice had taken on a dreamy sort of sound.
"And Flack wants to see you. That was the message I took. You ok now Tony?" Kate asked worriedly.
"He had a boy," his voice was very cheerful now, "Brilliant! I'm gonna have to get some time off, go and see my honorary nephew. Oh I'm so happy! A boy!" Kate had never, ever seen the other agent like this. It was actually a little bit…scary.
"What's going on here?" Gibbs demanded as he entered the office.
"Flack had a boy!" Tony all but shouted.
"What does this have to do with our case?" Gibbs asked, his voice low.
"Nothing! I need some time off. Flack wants to see me," Tony was still jumping around, for once seemingly unfazed by the Gibbs stare. "A little boy. I'm an honorary uncle! Yes!" He punched the air happily and then started packing his things away, "I've got to get to New York! I'll leave right away…"
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs shouted angrily. "Explain what you are talking about right now or you'll find yourself missing a job!" Tony froze, staring at Gibbs as if seeing him for the first time.
"Flack has had his baby," he spoke quietly as if he were a scalded child.
"And Flack is?" Gibbs asked.
"My best friend from Collage. You've met him. At my birthday party," Tony explained quietly, "He's had a baby and is asking to see me. I need to go. I really want to go," Tony bit his lip, "Please can I go." Kate stared at Tony with wide eyes. Even after two months she'd realised that he wasn't the type of person to say please.
"When the case is solved," Gibbs looked away, turning to a file on his desk. Tony looked about to argue, he obviously wanted to go then and there but then he sighed and put his jacket down and dropped his bag into it's usual place.
"If it's alright boss I'll just call and tell them I'll be there when I can," Tony's voice wasn't so chipper now. Gibbs nodded,
"I'm going down to see Abby. Kate, get back to work on finding our LT."
"Yes Boss," she sat at her computer and began typing away even as she watched Tony take out his mobile. "You should probably ring Danny Messer, the guy who called." Her suggestion was met with a nod as he went through his contacts list to find the right number. "It sounded like your friend was probably a bit busy."
"Thanks Kate," Tony had found it and hit call, pressing the phone to his ear. Finally, three rings later someone picked up. "Hello? This is Tony DiNozzo. I've just been given the message about Don and…and Sam."
"This is Danny Messer. I work with Don."
"Hi Danny."
"You gonna be able to come to the hospital soon? He really wants to see you. Had me call you before I called his parents."
"That sounds like Don, still not getting on with his old man."
"Just doesn't like being compared to him mostly, or getting stuff because of him. So when can you get here?"
"Well…I'm actually working on a case at the moment and my Boss won't let me leave until we solve it but as soon as it's all over I'll be there."
"A case?"
"Didn't Donny boy mention? I work for NCIS."
"Huh?"
"Insulting…Naval
Criminal Investigative Service."
"Oh. Navy cops?"
"Stop digging yourself a hole mate. And like I said I'll be there as soon as I can. I can't wait to see Don again and see little Sammy boy." Tony could feel Gibbs' gaze on the back of his neck as he spoke, having turned his chair away from the older man when he'd started the conversation. "So when the case is over shall I ring you and get all the details of where I need to go. I can tell you how long I can stay then too. I've got some leave due anyway, I might take it."
"That'll be great. Well I'll talk to you then."
"Yeah. Well…bye."
"Bye. Say hi to Flack and Sammy for me."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye."
Tony ended his call and slipped his phone into his pocket as he swung his chair around, his hands resting on his keyboard. Taking a deep breath he let it out slowly before getting back to his work.
It had taken two more days for their case to be solved and put to bed, two days of Tony sneaking phone calls to Danny, finding out about Flack's condition and little Sammy. And then as soon as his work was wrapped up he booked the rest of the week off and drove all the way to New York, almost doing a Gibbs in regards to his speed and carelessness. Calling Danny on the way he found out where he had to go and was thankful it was one of the places he knew reasonably well…as in he actually knew where it was. His parking in the hospital car park was questionable but he didn't care. Running inside he demanded from the poor woman on the reception desk for his friends room number.
"No running!" someone screamed at him as he ran down the corridors. He slowed down slightly, going to a very fast walk. His stomach was jumping with excitement as he turned into the correct ward. Scanning the faces of the men in the beds he went along the room until he found the bed he was looking for.
"Tony!" Flack cried out with a broad smile, "You came!"
"I had to solve a case first," Tony said, moving to Flack's side to give him one of the tightest hugs of his life. "How are you?"
"I'm ok now. I was so tired the first couple of days after," Flack gave a laugh, "Now I'm just fidgety and want to get out of here. They're keeping me and Sammy in for observation though, till Friday." Tony laughed at Flack's unhappy pout.
"Where is he?" Tony asked eagerly.
"For an investigator you're not very observant," Flack pointed to the cot at the foot of his bed, "He's right there." Tony bit his lip and went to the cot, leaning over it slowly. And he couldn't help but going 'awwwww' at the sight that he found. The tiny baby was dressed in a blue all in one and his legs and arms were spread, his tiny fists clenched. His eyes were closed, long black lashes resting against podgy cheeks, his little lips open in a small oh as he slept. And there was a mop of dark hair on his head, already curling slightly like Flack's did if he let it grow long enough.
"That's a lot of hair," Tony finally commented.
"Everyone's said that. Mom said I was born with a full head of hair too," Flack answered. Tony frowned, looking at him.
"Have they being to see you?" he asked finally.
"Yup. Weren't too happy he wasn't another Don Flack Jr. They were even less happy to find out I wasn't with the father any longer," Flack looked away from his friend. "And then they asked who the father was."
"And…?"
"And my father stormed out when I wouldn't tell them. My mother just looked disappointed in me." Tony moved away from the sleeping babe and sat on the edge of Flack's bed, taking his friend in his arms easily.
"They're not worth you getting upset about."
"How many times have you told me that?" Flack asked sadly, leaning his head on Tony's shoulder gratefully.
"Ooh I stopped counting in college," Tony laughed in Flack's ear.
"That was probably a good idea," Flack joined in the laughter. Their laughter was disturbed by little Sammy waking up…unhappy.
"Oh no no little man, what's up?" Tony asked as he hopped of the bed and went back to the cot. "Can I pick him up?" He looked to Flack who nodded. Carefully, ever so carefully Tony put his hands under the baby and lifted him up, settling him into the crook of his right arm.
"Support his head," was all that Flack said and Tony did so. Gently he began to rock Sammy, making shushing noises as the baby cried on. It took five minutes or so but the cries reduced to a little grizzling.
"That's better," Tony told the little boy quietly. Wide blue eyes blinked up at him as a tiny hand took a grip on his gun holster straps. "What a strong grip. And beautiful eyes. Do you think they'll stay blue?" The question was to Flack as Tony perched on the bed once more.
"Well mine are blue…"
"Very."
"…and his other fathers are blue too so there's a fair chance his will stay as they are," Flack answered with a small smile. Tony nodded softly and shifted the baby slightly, to make it more comfortable to hold him. This upset the little lad however and his cries began anew. "Hand him over Tony, maybe he wants his daddy."
"Here you are little man, over to daddy…" Tony said cheerfully as he passed the baby over. And the cries stopped. "Typical. Flack, you're son doesn't like me."
"No, he does like you. It's near his feeding time so that'll be why he's grumpy. He's got to like his Uncle Tony," Flack grinned at the NCIS Agent. "How long can you stay?"
"I took the rest of the week off. I don't however have a place to stay," Tony answered with a grin. "I was hoping a friend of mine would be able to put me up but he seems a little preoccupied."
"You know where my apartment is, my keys are there, use it," Flack grinned at him, "Just please, no parties." Tony laughed and thanked him, picking up the set of keys, promising no parties. "And a few visits as payment wouldn't go amiss."
"Well it's you and little'un I'm here to see so visit's are a given. As is shopping," Tony gave a shrug, "Must use my leave sensibly. Shopping must be done. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Well…could you get some baby supplies? You'll see what I have already but my little boy here decided to make an early appearance so I'm not quite ready. And the nappies I've got will be too big. I need premature baby ones," Flack said calmly.
"He was premature?" Tony asked worriedly, "Shouldn't he be in one of those box things? The plastic cots with the…the…"
"No he wasn't that premature Tony. Only two weeks. It does mean he's rather small but he'll get bigger soon enough, only he's smaller than I anticipated," this seemed to satisfy Tony who relaxed, his worry for little Sammy receding.
"I can get you anything you want and/or need," Tony agreed calmly, "I like shopping, it's fun. It's a fun way to waste an unwanted trust fund too." The trust fund he spoke of had been set up by his grandfather for him and it had a rather scary amount of money in it. Tony hated it. Tony liked working, earning his money and so he only used the trust fund when he really, really needed to. Treating Flack and little Sammy would most definitely come under that category. "Did you create a nursery for him? In your apartment?"
"No. Stella and Aiden did, they insisted," Flack laughed, bouncing little Sammy as he did so, "They painted it green because I wouldn't find out if it were a boy or a girl. According to them it's a colour that would have been suitable for either but I still think green is a boys colour."
"Then it's a good thing little Sammy's a boy isn't it?"
"Yeah. It is." They both smiled down at the now dozing little boy.
"Had you picked his name? Before the birth?" Tony asked, moving to sit in the not so comfortable chair by the bed.
"Yeah. Sammy for a boy or Alice for a girl. After my great-grandparents," Flack answered, "And for middle names it would have been Rebecca for a girl."
"What's Sammy's middle name?" Tony asked, leaning back casually.
"Jethro." Tony smiled sadly at that. "Even if I never tell his father about him he'll always have that little bit of him. Sammy I mean. He'll have something of his father. 'Course I'll tell him about his father but having his name will be something…real. Something solid."
"That's nice," Tony said softly. "He'll appreciate it when he grows up. I know I would if it were me." He reached out his hand and gently trailed his fingertips over Sammy's soft little head. "I cannot believe how absolutely adorable he is."
"I know. I think that every time I see him," Flack smiled goofily, "I have however been reassured that that will change once I get him home and get all the sleepless nights."
"You'll love it."
"I know."
Returning to work for Tony was horrible, Gibbs seemed grumpier than ever. They'd caught a case while he was away and were still in the thick of it when he returned. He literally only had time to put a photo of Don and Sammy on his desk before he was being thrown into some dangerous undercover assignment.
A/N There we go, long in coming but I hope worth the wait. Tell me if it wasn't.
