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Title: Friction

Rating: M

WARNINGS:

Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: AmajorG Callen whump story.

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.


Thirty-Eight Double D

Chapter 7

G awakened in the darkness, the room spinning and his head throbbing. The surface beneath his body was soft and warm. He pulled a blanket over his cooler than normal body and cocooned himself in it. G tried to remember the last few hours before finding himself in his own bed in his home. A faint memory filtered into this mind. Dark blue van. He shot straight up in bed. "Sam!" G held his head in both hands, the throbbing intensified in his head. He scanned the room for his cell phone and his clothes. Another memory emerged. G touched his abdomen, feeling for his baby bump. Still there. He sighed in relief.

G crawled out of bed, staying on his hands and knees to curtail the throbbing in his head. His clothes lay in a heap by the closet door. Nothing about this was familiar. He searched his clothes for his cell phone and discovered a burn phone instead. What the? G perused the numbers on the burn phone. None of them looked familiar. He entered his closet and searched for his cell phone.

A strange shaped and constructed box stood in one corner on the floor. G opened wood hewn hexagon shaped box and stared at the contents. It contained his cell phone, ID, and weapon. The situation had gotten weirder. Why had he hidden his belongings in this box? G took out his cell phone and scanned through the numbers. Everything was intact. He autodialed Sam's number and sat resting against a closet wall.

"G, where are you? What happened? You okay?"

"Slow down, my head is throbbing and the room is spinning."

"You okay?"

"Besides that I appear to be okay."

"The baby?"

"I still feel the bump," he said. "I'm at my house."

"I'm on my way."

"Got to go, talking makes my head hurt." G set the phone down on the floor next to him and slid down the wall. Too bad the usual items which had laid on his closet's floor for a couple of years no longer remained there, because right now the thought of curling up on the closet floor appealed to him. He crawled back to his bed with his cell phone in hand. G climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his body and cocooned beneath them. It was the only position where his head stopped throbbing.

Sam let himself into his partner's house, locked all the doors and headed for the bedroom. He settled down beside his partner, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You okay?"

"Horizontal works."

"Maybe you need a trip to the emergency department."

"Same symptoms from the other times six months ago."

"What?" Sam laid on his back and drew G close to his side. "The same as when they took you before."

"Yes, all day headache," he said. "The only doctor I want to see is my obstetrician."

"To see if the baby is okay."

"Yes."

"I'll call Dr. Daniels right now."

"Thanks."

Sam wrapped his arm around G's back and brought him closer into his side. "I love you and damn… for the first time in my life as an agent I froze. Sorry."

"You didn't freeze Sam."

"I did."

"No, you had the same reaction as I did."

"What?"

"Fear of what they would do to our baby."

"You said it, that's the first time I've heard you say it and mean it." Sam kissed his partner's head.

"Yes." G laid his head on Sam's chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. "I know they did something to our baby and it terrifies me because I don't know what it was." Tears filled his cerulean blue eyes.

"We're going to find out." Sam autodialed the doctor's number which he had added to the top of his address book. After a few minutes on the phone, he said, "Got an appointment for this afternoon. Hungry?"

"Wish I was because the baby needs nourishment."

"How about something to drink, maybe one of my famous protein and fruit smoothies?"

"I think I can stomach that with a scoop of Ben and Jerry's sans the pepper."

Sam slipped out from under his partner and started to walk away.

"I'm sorry, I knew something and I should've told you," he said.

"We'll talk about this later, sweetheart," he said. "Right now our baby needs food and so does its father."

"Father, I like the sound of that." G grinned wide. "I guess I am its father."

Sam leaned over his partner and kissed him. "I love you."

G watched Sam leave and then rolled onto this right side, drawing the covers up to his chest, well, as his partner called them, his breasts. Under the covers, G studied his naked breasts and decided the obstetrician was right, he needed a bra. Maybe it was time to make room for a day of online shopping. And they were sorer than the last time he was with Sam. G knew that meant he was beyond the first trimester which equals accelerated growth of his own body and the baby's. I wish my emotions would stabilize. Maybe he asked too much of himself and needed to accept the reality of volatile emotions throughout his pregnancy.


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Dr. Daniels scanned his patient's abdomen with the ultrasound wand.

When G and Sam heard it for the first time, their jaws dropped and they eyed each other.

"Your baby's strong and steady heart beat."

G grasped his partner's hand, drawing it into his side and closer to his abdomen. Tears welled up in his cerulean blue eyes. "Our baby, Sam, our baby," he whispered. "Is everything else okay?"

"It appears an amniocentesis was done."

"What?"

"It's a needle inserted into the uterus to screen for developmental abnormalities," Dr. Daniels said. "I see the mark from the needle."

"Does it harm the baby?"

"No, however we now have an approximate gestation, between 16 to 22 weeks."

"How can that be, I'm skipping at least four weeks in one day?"

"I've never taken care of man who is pregnant and who's pregnancy was possibly induced or at the least accelerated by an outside force."

"This isn't his?"

"Didn't say that," the doctor said, "this is a complicated case."

"No way of knowing whether the baby is his as of yet."

"No."

G squeezed his partner's hand tighter and pulled it onto his abdomen. "Ours." He gazed into Sam's eyes. "I thought I felt the baby kick on the way over here."

"Very possible, when we consider the rapid aging of your baby," the doctor said. "Have you considered a bra?"

"Yes, I plan to get one later this week."

"Your breasts are developing much faster than I anticipated." The doctor examined his patient's breasts. "And they are larger than I expected to find on a man during a pregnancy. Well, nothing is expected, Mrs. Mercurial, as you must know by now."

"How do I know what size to get?"

"You measure across here and across here." Dr. Daniels pointed to the specific areas on his patient's oversized breasts. "If I were you, I wouldn't shop in person."

"I can only imagine the chaos it would cause." G smirked. He imagined the look on the faces at one boutique Kensi often visited.


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Sam settled beside his partner in the his living room with a cloth measuring tape.

"Ah, persistent," G said, "how do you want me?"

"Sitting is fine."

He sat up and faced his partner. "I wonder what size these are."

"Me too," Sam said, "take off your t-shirt."

"Expose myself to you."

"What, you getting modest on me now?"

"Yes, they're bigger than I imagined they would be."

"Let me see."

"I'll measure over my clothes."

"Nope."

G grasped the tape measure in his fist and yanked it hard.

Sam fell forward on top of his partner. "I like this position," he said. "Want something?"

"Yes," G said, hesitating and winking at his partner, "a bra."

"That was wicked." Sam planted a soft kiss on his partner's mouth, wrapping his arms around G's waist and bringing him into a sitting position between his legs.

"And that was a smooth move."

"You haven't seen smooth." He slipped his hands under his partner's loose fitting t-shirt and slipped the tape around his breasts.

"Too snug."

"Needs to be for a proper fit."

"They're sore."

"You serious?"

"Just hurry up." G wanted to grab the tape and twist it off his body, it took everything inside him to not lash out at his partner.

Sam finished the two measurements, laid on his back, and pulled his partner back with him onto the sofa.

"What size?"

"Too big, that's what size."

"Sam!" G rolled over and faced him, keeping his tender, voluptuous, soft breasts off his partner's chiseled chest. "Come on, tell me."

"According to my—"

"Stop and just tell me."

"38 double D."

G's jaw dropped. He crawled off his partner and sat up facing away from him. Sam sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "That's ridiculous." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I never thought I'd… look like a… damn it… woman. This must be some kind of a joke."

"Do you want me to measure—"

"Don't!" He jerked away and rushed out of the room.

Sam found him in the master bedroom's closet, pulling on another t-shirt. He came closer and saw G's face was wet.

"Go away." He turned his back to his partner.

"You are still a man to me."

"Bull shit!" G slammed the closet door.


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Before Sam reached NCIS Headquarters, he stopped at a boutique and bought his partner a long-line, sports bra. He parked the Challenger around the block from the strip mall and presented the wrapped box to his partner.

"I can't do this." Tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I'll do it," Sam said, "close your eyes." He removed the two loose fitting t-shirts and pulled the nude toned, sports bra over his partner's arms and head.

He opened his eyes. "Stop, I can do the rest." G took over, positioning the ultra stretchy, soft material over his chest. It was his chest, damn it. His chest. Crap. He smoothed the fabric over his torso. "Tight fit."

"Needs to be to support—"

"Don't say that damned word or I'll punch you in the face!"

"Easy, sweetheart."

"Don't you sweetheart me!" He dressed in the loosest of the two t-shirts and stared into the mirror behind the visor. "This is screwed. I am screwed. Look at me, damn it, I'm deformed." G gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Sam grasped his partner's tightened left fist. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" G asked. "For what?"

"What you are going through."

He loosened his hand and grasped his partner's. "I'm sorry I'm so irritable," G said. "I can't stop being irritable and moody. I read that book and it says the irritability goes along with the moodiness."

"Yes, for a normal pregnancy."

"Damn it, you don't need to explain any further," he said. "I'm not normal." He jerked his hand away from his partner's and faced the side window.

Sam drove the short distance to headquarters and parked. "Hetty said you could take the day off."

"Great, just great, and how is that supposed to stop my chest from growing and growing and growing until I want to find the nearest plastic surgeon and—"

Sam pulled his partner into a hard kiss, forcing his tongue inside his hot mouth. G kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck.

"Wish I was in the mood for a long romp between the sheets."

"Me too, but I'll settle for a hot necking session on the sofa tonight."

"Could be arranged," G said, opening the Challenger's door and climbing out. "One good thing, no morning sickness."

"Two, you can eat scrambled eggs and bacon again."

"Nope, the doctor told me to lay off the bacon." He sighed. "Sucks." G wrapped his arm around Sam's waist and pulled him into a hug. "Forgive me?"

"You know you don't need to ask."

"I'm so crabby I can't stand myself."

They held hands and walked into headquarters. Inside the bullpen, G searched for his laptop. "Where is it?"

"Eric has it."

"That's right," he said. "Did he find anything?"

"Plenty." Sam came behind his partner as he leaned over his desk. "Have you thought about another meaning to this ad you answered?"

"You going to go new age on me?"

"No, esoteric."

"Thought so," he said, sighing, "so what's your spin on this?"

"Finding the father within you."

G faced his partner. "You are kidding."

"Nope, I'm serious."

"All of this…." He waved his hands down his body, from chest to hips. "Is to bring out the true father within me? Give me a break, Sam, this line of thought is too weird even for you."

"Hear me out."

"I hear you all right, I see a psychiatrist on your horizon." G smirked.

Sam wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and drew him in closer. He whispered, "Embrace the father within you."

"Where is this coming from?"

"You and your need to find your father."

"So I need to find myself and the father within me." G sighed. "Sounds as if someone has been reading more new age mumbo-jumbo magazines."

"You are going to make a great father, G, you'll see."

"You forgot one thing."

"What?"

"The last time I looked, father's don't have breasts they have chests."

"Okay, embrace the mother and father within you, you happy?"

"You humoring me, Sam?" G grinned wide and headed for the stairs. "Touche!"

"Better make it up those stairs before I get there."

"Promises." He took the stairs two at a time.

Sam passed him on the stairs and met him at the top.

"Easy for you to beat me when you are not carrying all the extra weight." He sniggered.

Sam lifted him up into his arms.

G shrieked. "Put me down!"

"Don't think I can carry you and the baby up and down these stairs?"

He sighed. "I'm not challenging you, believe me, I'm not."

Sam set his partner on his feet. "I need to practice for the threshold." He turned and entered the OPS Center first.

G strode into room and rested his back against the light table, clasping his hands below his abdomen. "Eric, you have my laptop?" He tried to act as if his partner had not just lifted him into his arms. It was hard as he was still shocked that Sam could do it. The threshold? He eyed his partner. That meant a new house and marriage and their baby and…. G's head swam with all the possibilities. Sam had done it again, made him smile on one of his moodier days.


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