Title- Unconceivable

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 6/?

Date- 1/29/11

Rating – M

Pairings/Characters- Gibbs/Tony/Abby

Spoilers- A bit AU (obviously ), but this takes place sometime after the current season; this is a sequel to my stories Unattainable and Unexpected.

WARNINGS- Explicit; depicts slash and multiple partner sex and a monogamous, polygamous relationship. If this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I am still playing with this universe…not really planning on continuing this particular story very far right now, so it is currently marked "complete." Also, its been a while since I had a kid, and I did some research to refresh my mind, but there well might be factual inaccuracies regarding Abby's "condition." Feel free to point it out if you think its so glaring that it messes up believability

Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…although Gibbs and Tony can frisk and cuff me ANYTIME.

Love It When A Plan Comes Together

Unusual as it was, Tony, Abby, and Gibbs were able to leave the office at a decent time to sit down together for an evening meal. Even when they did manage to eat together, it was often out of take-out containers or microwaved left-overs that never even made it to a real plate. Tonight, though, Gibbs had stopped and picked up the fixings for baked potatoes, green beans (in deference to his unborn child's nutritional needs), and cowboy-style steaks.

Tony and Abby were watching a DVD of some TV show Gibbs had never paid attention to the first time it was on when he called them in for dinner.

Abby tore through her dinner, and picked at Tony's plate as well. When the meal was over, Abby immediately inquired as to desert. "Do we have any Chubby Hubby?" she asked as plaintively as a child.

Tony smiled, retrieving the container and a spoon before starting clean-up. "Cravings already, Ab-alicious?" he joked.

"So, I have something to tell you guys," Lee started. Abby continued to shove ice cream into her mouth, but the set of her shoulders betrayed her tension. Tony paused in his domesticity. "Ducky knows."

Abby choked on her ice cream, and Tony moved in to pound on her back. "You told Ducky?" Tony asked incredulously. "Without asking either of us first?"

"Does anyone tell Ducky anything?" Lee shook his head. "He knew. He intimated, I merely confirmed. He had figured out everything. When you and I got together, when Abby joined in—shit, he even has a guess as to her due date."

Silence reigned as Gibbs' news was considered. Abby's eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice shaky. "What did he say, exactly?"

Tony rubbed Abby's shoulders soothingly, sliding into the seat next to her. "You know Ducky, Abs. No matter what he might think, he's not going to say anything too bad."

"He's fine with it, actually," Lee admitted. "Well, if Abby is not happy, he may find a way to autopsy either you or I alive, Tony, but other than that, he has no issues with us. He, ah, actually came up with a plan for us that just might work."

"Plan for what?" Abby wanted to know, dropping her spoon into the now-empty pint cartoon and shoving it away from her.

Lee sat down at the table with his lovers. "A plan to manage to keep our family as safe as possible. Pretty good one, actually."

Pulling two beers and a non-caffeinated soda from the fridge, Tony popped the beers open and passed one to Gibbs before opening the can for Abby. "So let's hear this plan. What's the first step?"

Lee shook his head. The thought hadn't really occurred to him, before Ducky put it there, but now that it had taken up residence in his mind, Lee had to admit he liked it. He liked it a lot better this time than any of the others except his first. "Tony, will you marry me?"

Soda went spraying across the table, which Gibbs jumped to mop up. The action distracted him from watching Tony close enough to catch his reaction. "What am I, chopped liver?" Abby demanded, her voice mocking but not yet truly angry.

"You, my beautiful mommy-to-be, will be our surrogate, on paper." Lee leaned over to kiss her, wanting to make sure that she realized this plan relied a lot on 'on paper.' "Once paternity is established, we are set. There is no doubt you are the mommy here, Abs. If we tried to do any type of adoption, one of the biological parents would have to give up parental rights to the adopting parent. We don't want to do that, exclude any of us."

Lee waited for both Tony and Abby to show their agreement before continuing. He wasn't sure why Ducky already knew this, but was grateful that the other man had. "The other partner in a DC civil union has parental rights to their partner's children, too. Push comes to shove, after a challenge or two in court, that might be modified in the future—but for now, it stands."

Abby considered Lee's words. "So one of you is 'the sperm donor'. I simply agreed to help out my besties; who would think it was anything more lascivious than that? Logical. But how do we explain why I still live here?"

Tony's eyes sparkled. "We would obviously want you to be a part of the child's life with us, Abs. Its not like this was a random or impersonal transaction. Plus, Gibbs has the biggest house and the kid-friendly backyard."

Lee nodded in agreement. "To the rest of the work, it looks like the child is the only reason Tony and I are coming out. No real point, otherwise. And the rumors about our lovable skirt-chaser switching teams will no doubt outrank you as merely our surrogate in the water cooler popularity wars, Abs. The whole thing is up and up, and as open as I feel comfortable. I guess the question is, how do you two feel about it?"

Tony smiled. "I told you that being outted wasn't my concern."

Abby smiled as well. "Works for me."

Lee sighed in relief. Ducky really had helped him screw his head on straight today; for the first time since he suspected the cause of Abby's moodiness, Lee felt an inner calmness. He no longer felt like his world was collapsing around him. "Ducky did suggest that we should also have a private legal agreement outlining our arrangement—a formally, to act as a fail-safe, but one that's just between us. Well, us and the damn lawyer."

"What about Vance? He's going to force me off the team." Tony questioned, then stopped himself mid-thought in shock. "Boss, did you just say we should voluntarily involve a lawyer?"

"Yes. Kids will change ya, Tony. I'd go on a date with M. Allison Hart, including a good night kiss, if it meant our kid was safe," Gibbs drank some of his beer. "And once Vance realizes that we've been together for years and managed to work together just fine, without any special treatment, he'll leave us alone."

"Yes," Tony said, gripping Lee's hand.

"Yes?" Lee asked, confused.

"Yes, I'll marry you," Tony shyly smiled at Lee, waiting to see his response. Tony had never considered this possibility; given the job, he figured it would never be an option until he was too old to care about it. Plus, while Gibbs was the marrying kind, he didn't have the reputation of a 'staying-married' kind of guy; Tony hadn't looked forward to being the fourth ex-Mrs. Gibbs, something he had feared for a very long time. While this certainly wasn't the most romantic of proposals, the emotional impetus behind it—protecting their odd family unit—was real and heart felt. Tony felt the tightness in his chest every time he thought about life after the baby's arrival loosen just a little bit. He crushed his lips against Lee's, gradually forcing entry beyond.

Abby allowed the men to have a moment, suddenly chatting rapidly and only in their general direction. "The ceremony has to be here, and soon, before the summer wilts all those gorgeous flowers in the backyard and I get too fat to look good. You're going to need a new suit, Gibbs, and I know you'll want one, too, Tony. I am going to get to wear a special dress, too, right? Not matching your suits or anything, something more subtle than that, but still, showing we are a unit, right?"

Pulling away from Tony, resting his forehead against the younger man's, Gibbs smiled at Abby. "Of course, Abs. I was actually thinking that maybe—"

Tony chimed in, "We could all get matching rings to wear?"

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking." Lee reached out for Abby's hand, rough fingertips tracing the finger where a wedding band would be worn. "Maybe a nice chain for Abs to put hers on while at work, too."

Abby nodded, her happiness slightly dimmer. "Yeah, I'm just the surrogate. Showing up with a matching ring might—"

Lee shook his head. "No, Abs, I just figured that a chain would be good so that you wouldn't accidentally misplace it at work when you take it off to do tests and stuff."

"Really?" she asked in her unsure, shy voice. It as the voice that told Gibbs that Abby wanted to believe, but wasn't quite there yet.

"Really," he repeated. "If it would appeal to you more, we could all get a matching tattoo somewhere not too noticeable."

Tony made a snorting noise at that, one that he quickly squashed at Lee's hard look. "I'd rather you wear a ring to work, Abs," he interjected.

Abby kissed both men. "We'll have to go shopping, then talk. I think a tribal band of some sort, cut right above the arm muscle…." She deliberately left the thought trail off, much more interested in doing things with the gorgeous men in front of her, rather than talk about it, right now.

NCIS~NCIS~NCIS~NCIS~NCIS

It wasn't easy to arrange, especially with no more explanation than a terse, "We all have somewhere to be," to Vance, but Gibbs, Tony, and Abs were all able to take off the full day Friday. Gibbs was glad, because he didn't think Abby would be able to focus at all until her doctor's appointment was over. If Abby couldn't focus, she would be up in the bullpen distracting his agents—and he and Tony were distracted enough, right now.

Gibbs didn't want to miss this appointment. He had been on deployment for much of Shannon's pregnancy; he had not gone to appointments with her, gotten to hear Kelly's heartbeat, watch Kelly squirm and turn away from the ultrasound when it became obvious that Baby Gibbs wanted to surprise her parents with gender at birth. There had been so much he had missed of his time with Kelly, and with Shannon. He was determined not to miss any of his second, unexpected chance.

Tony hadn't wanted to miss the appointment, either, but it was obvious, as they sat together in the deceptively-comfortable looking waiting room chairs. If Tony was "on"—hiding his relationship with Gibbs, like at the office—he would have been ogling, then commenting on the various women in the waiting room around them. Comfortable, normal Tony would have been talking to Abs, looking over her shoulder at the pregnancy magazine she was scanning, and making joking comments about what she would feel like closer to the birth. This Tony was staring ahead at the wall, hands tightly gripping the edge of the armless chair, looking very lost.

Nudging Abby with his knee to get her attention, Lee nodded towards Tony. Abby tsked, tsked, looking at the younger man. "Tony?" she asked gently, placing a hand on his knee.

Pulling him out of his reverie, Tony shook his head. "Yeah, Abs?" he asked, distractedly.

"Are you okay?" Abby questioned. "I mean, I'm the one who's going to have a stranger's hand shoved up places I prefer no stranger's hand to go, but I look calmer than you."

"Sorry, Abs." Tony chuckled, a little of his usual happy personality bleeding through. "I'm just feeling a little out of place. I mean, I've, uh, never—"

Gibbs laughed, glad it was just general nerves and not baby nerves. "First time for everything, huh, Tony?"

"Yeah," the younger man chuckled back. "Never had a girlfriend long enough to have to take her to one of these appointments."

Abby laughed as well. "Its not exactly the hot datin' place, I'll admit. Is that it?"

Shaking his head, Tony wondered why they didn't let Abby interrogate suspects sometimes. "I know you want us both here, and you said the doctor wouldn't think it was weird, but are you sure?"

Abby nodded. "Go look over at that bulletin board, Tony." Tony rose and followed her directions while Abby looped arms with Gibbs. Turning to her older lover, she snuggled into him. "Those family pictures over there, with two moms and a dad, three dads, three moms…they should convince him, I think."

"Maybe I should look at them, too," Lee muttered.

"You don't trust me?" Abby asked, eyebrow raised.

"I just have trouble wrapping my mind around how common what we are seems to be." Gibbs shook his head. "Marine or not, I've been an investigator for how many years, and this still just doesn't seem like it should be a norm for people."

Abby shrugged. "The world is way bigger than the Marines and NCIS, Gibbs. And my part of the world, well, we're pretty damn liberal," she smiled. "And aren't you glad about that."

The tension Gibbs felt lessened just a little, and continued to do so when he saw Tony's face when Tony returned from the bulletin board. Before Tony could sit back down, however, Abby's name was called. The three of them were ushered back quickly before he could think anymore about anything.

NCIS~NCIS~NCIS~NCIS~NCIS

Both Tony and Gibbs were a little taken aback by the doctor's appearance. Vibrant purple hair, pulled back into a no-nonsense French braid clashed with blue scrubs and white doctor's jacket. "Well, hello, Abby. Little early for your annual, aren't you?"

Abby smiled at the unconventional doctor. "Slight complication, Vi."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at Abby. "Doctor MacCracken and I know each other from the clubs, Gibbs."

Violet—her given name, she explained, that her hair just happened to go with—shook Gibbs' hand. "So this is the elusive Silver Fox!" Smirking at the slight coloring of Gibbs' cheeks, Violet turned to Tony. "And if I'm right there, then you must be Tony."

Tony managed a surprised smile. "Uh, yeah."

Violet turned back to her patient. "Did you do the blood test yet, Abs?"

Shaking her head made Abby's pigtails dance adoringly, Gibbs noted. "No. I didn't have anyone to draw the blood. But I did a couple home tests, and well, that's why I'm here."

Nodding, the doctor made a note on Abby's chart. "How far along do you think you are?"

"Not a clue. I didn't even realize—" Abby shrugged. "Tony figured it out first."

Nodding again, Violet pulled out a gown and paper sheet and handed them to Abby. "Well, we'll draw some blood for the insurance company, and then I'll do an exam. With the shots, if it happens—which isn't often, but nothing is one-hundred percent—its usually a couple months before you notice it. An exam at that point is as good as a blood test. We'll also do a sonogram, just to try and get a gestation date for you today. I'll be right back."

Neither Tony nor Gibbs knew where to look while the internal exam was going on. Looking at Abby seemed…odd. And looking towards where a doctor was shoving things that didn't seem like they should fit wasn't an option, either.

The wall paper pattern suddenly became much more interesting.

"Your uterus is enlarged, and the cervix has thickened and discolored. Those are all signs of pregnancy." Violet lowered the paper sheet and removed her gloves with a snap. "Let's take a look with the ultrasound, and confirm it with our eyes."

When the doctor squirted jelly on Abby's still flat stomach, Abby reached for both Gibbs' and Tony's hands. The doctor didn't bat an eyelash at the gesture, her attention focused on maneuvering the wand to best see a baby.

A smile creased Violet's face, and she pulled the machine screen into Abby and the men's line of sight. "Well, Abby-girl, looks like there's a bun in the oven, all right."

Gibbs could feel Abby practically vibrate, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the little black and white screen to check on her. There was an unmistakable baby-like blob there—not fully formed, but identifiable. He felt his breath catch in his throat, and couldn't make himself speak. Tony, sounding equally shocked but able to find his voice, practically squeaked. "What's that flashing thing in the middle of the kid?"

Violet laughed happily. "That, Tony, is the baby's heart, pumping away at just the right rate and in just the right spot."

"Wow," was all Tony could say for a moment, but his speechlessness didn't last long. "Can you tell if it's a boy or girl yet?"

"Not yet," Violet answered. "I'd say the baby is about 10 weeks or so; in another six to ten, we'll be able to tell, if the baby cooperates."

"That's a big if," Gibbs found himself speaking without thinking about it before hand. "Kelly would never cooperate, and Shannon went three or four times."

Violet studied the older man, eyes seeing more than words alone exposed. "Some babies don't turn the way we want them to. Even with the new 3D ultrasounds, where you can see the individual hairs on their heads, you can't always tell if it's a boy or a girl."

Abby spoke up. "I don't care which it is, as long as the baby is healthy. Are all its parts up to snuff for ten weeks, Vi?"

Turning her attention back to her main patient, Violet nodded. "Baby Scuito—" she paused, waiting for correction, but receiving none continued on—"looks like a perfectly healthy, ten week fetus. Congratulations, mommy and daddies."

Tony was so entranced by the picture on the screen that he didn't catch the doctor's words, but Gibbs did. "Thank you, doctor," he managed to say.

"I'm going to print some pictures out for you three, and then let you get dressed, Abby, before we continue." Hitting a few buttons, Violet handed Abby a soft cloth to wipe off the jelly before leaving the room.