Title- Unconceivable
Author- PTBvisiongrrl
Part- 10/?
Date- 6/7/11
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 dedicated 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."
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.
GOTTA BREAK A FEW EGGS TO MAKE AN OMELET
McGee was the first of the team to know that Abby was pregnant. She decided to give him the news like ripping off a Band-Aid, quick and harsh. There simply was no way to let McGee down gently, to soften the blow, and Abby well knew it. She hadn't any choice, anyway, when she had to ask him to run a test for her because Palmer was in the middle of an autopsy. She texted him to come down to her lab as soon as possible, and then waited, staring at the evidence bag from Balboa's team as if it were a poisonous snake.
She heard McGee's rushed steps before she saw him. He called out to her before even entering the lab proper. "Abby? What's wrong?" Seeing her sitting, arms crossed, staring at silver table, made him stumble.
Abby sighed, rising to come over to him and pull him into a tight hug. It might be the last one he permitted for a while, and she wanted to be sure to get one in. "I need you to run a test for me on Balboa's evidence. I can't handle the catalyst right now."
Frowning in puzzlement, McGee shrugged. "Okay."
Indicating the evidence, chemicals, and paperwork on the table, Abby pursed her lips. "I'll be in the bullpen."
"Abby?" McGee turned to stop her from leaving. "Why are you leaving?"
"I told you, Timmy. I need you to run the test because I can't. I can't be around the catalyst now." Abby bit her lip. "I'm—"
Timmy came by those advanced, top-of-the-line school degrees honestly. "Pregnant?" he asked, shock evident on his face.
"Yeah," Abby answered softly, looking at the floor instead of Tim. She knew that this wasn't going to be easy, that no matter what Tim was going to be hurt by the fact that she was pregnant. It was one of the things that had lead to their break-up, years before. Abby was Abby, careless and fancy free and quite happy with it. She hadn't been interested in a serious relationship, had considered the idea of marriage only long enough to reject it, and 'settling down' was anathema to her idea of fun. Tim had issues with that, unable to just sit back and enjoy life with Abby because it warred with his need to know the future, to plan and reach milestones on schedule.
So they had broken up.
Feelings are harder to change, though, than simply uttering the words, "It's over. We're better off as friends." And Abby knew that Tim still had feelings for her, feelings that he hoped she would return before it was too late. He had held out hope that she would mature and want what he offered, before he found someone else. She knew this, because she had harbored similar wishes, until Tony and Gibbs had asked her to join their relationship and make it a triad. That had ended romantic ties with McGee, but McGee hadn't had a similar watershed moment, because he didn't know Abby was in a relationship.
Worse yet, beyond the simple fact of her pregnancy, was going to be the baby-daddies. McGee was not going to be happy that she was in a relationship with their boss and his SFA, even more so that he had been kept in the dark about said relationship for years.
It took a moment before he responded, during which time she could hear Tim trying to control his emotions. "Congratulations," he managed to force out.
"Thank you," Abby answered, voice soft, her efforts to try and gauge his real reaction through her eyelashes totally defeated by his sudden movement to the table and turning his back to her.
Tim directed her to leave, his voice soft yet tense. "You'd better go now, Abby. I'll text you when I'm finished, and write the report from up in the bull pen."
Unsure herself of how she should response, she nodded her head and simply said, "Thanks, Timmy," before walking out. Tired and confused enough, still unsure how to broach it, Abby retreated, half the story still untold. To his credit, McGee didn't even question the father's identity.
NCIS~~~NCIS~~~NCIS~~~NCIS~~~NCIS
Abby's presence in the bullpen quickly attracted Ziva's attention. "To what do we owe the honor of your presence this early, Abby? We have no evidence for you, as we have no case."
Abby smiled, shyly. Where telling McGee was difficult for a host of reasons, nothing like that would be a problem in telling Ziva. For one, she was sure of Ziva's response. "I know. But I couldn't be in the lab while McGee tests Balboa's evidence for me."
Ziva's eyebrow raised. "Why can you not be in your lab, Abby?"
"The baby can't be exposed to the chemicals needed to process the evidence." Abby barely paused to consider her next words when she was engulfed in a tight hug from the former assassin.
"Congratulations, Abby!" Ziva smiled warmly at her. "When will the baby get here?"
Their words attracted attention from several quarters, office staff, other employees, and even some agents stopping their work to look over and listen in. "Halloween, of course! Baby Sciuto has good timing." Abby smiled widely, unable not to.
"So you are very pleased, then. What about—" Ziva paused, as if unsure of her wording, "the baby-daddy? Is he happy with a Halloween baby, as well?"
"Yes," Tony answered, coming around the corner. "Both babby-daddies are quite thrilled."
Ziva's usual unshakable calm was broken with some ripples of confusion. "Both? And how do you know, Tony?"
Tony wrapped an arm around Abby and brushed a kiss onto her forehead before moving into his seat to begin typing. "Well, since I'm one of them, I know. And I'm one, because Gibbs is the other one, and he's my fiance."
"Why are you using such happy news to play one of your childish pranks, Tony?" Ziva chided, not looking at Abby's suddenly paler-than-usually-pale face.
Gibbs rounded the corner not far behind Tony, and repeated Tony's actions of embracing and kissing the Goth lab rat before turning to answer Ziva. "Not a prank. Tony and I are getting married in May, at the house. Invitations aren't finished yet, but you'll get one soon. Abby is having our baby. Not sure which of us is the actual 'baby-daddy,' but doesn't matter which one of us it is to us, really." He waited to see Ziva's reaction.
It took a few moments of Ziva staring at Gibbs and breathing deeply, her eyes crinkled at the corners as she studied the seriousness of Gibbs's expression. "Tony is a joker, but you are not, Gibbs."
Crossing his arms and leaning back against the edge of Tony's desk, Gibbs agreed with Ziva. "No, no I'm not."
After a few more minutes of studying Gibbs's face, Ziva nodded. "I am surprised, I admit. And embarrassed that I was so unaware of a vital thing to the team. Still, mazel tov. For both the wedding and the baby." Ziva hugged Gibbs, then Tony, before returning to her desk and at least the pretense of work.
The other agents and staff whom had overheard the exchange between Gibbs and Ziva didn't even bother with that.
After Gibbs left for MTAC, and Abby had fled to autopsy to avoid the gawkers and whispers, Tony diligently sat his desk and worked cold cases. They had told Vance that their relationship did not affect work, and allowing gossiping over Abby's pregnancy and his engagement would make that a lie. So he sat, and suffered the stares, and pretended not to hear the comments. Well, at least until one of the baggy bunnies called Abby a whore. Not to her face, or directly to Tony, but loud enough that he heard it. Rather than react—Abby had said that she could handle this on her own—Tony got up, holding a folder, and made his way down to the lab to check on McGee's progress.
He found McGee staring at the as it processed test, but his eyes were not focused on it at all. "McGoogle! Have you looked over the Perez file recently?"
McGee didn't respond at first, but a second inquiry and mild head-slap refocused him. "No, Tony. Been down here doing Abby's job for her." Turning, studying Tony, Tim turned the tables on him.. "So did you know that Abby is pregnant?"
Tony bit his lip. If Abby had told Tim about the baby, and she had to so that McGee would do the test…had she told him who the father might be? "Ah, yeah."
McGee shook his head. "'Does Gibbs already know, too?"
Keeping his gaze, Tony affirmed McGee's guess. "Yeah, yeah he does."
Studying Tony, McGee barely blinked for a few long minutes. Tim might not know people as well as Tony or Gibbs did, he wasn't stupid or blind. "Congratulations, Tony," he said, his voice hollow.
Tony was completely unsure how to respond. In considering the course of events once Abby's pregnancy became public knowledge, Tony has always pictured having to admit to and explain their relationship to Tim. He had never considered that Tim could put it all together so quickly, right in front of Tony. "Thanks."
"How did Gibbs react to the news?" Tim turned back to the testing supplies and began to clean up, more for the psychologically assuaging effect than for any real need, as Tim was as methodical in the lab as he was with his computers.
Tony decided honesty. "He was ecstatic. Happier than me or Abby."
Silence, uncomfortable and heavy filled the air, only to be broken by Tim; for once, Tony was left speechless. "Is it yours or his?"
"We're not sure." Damn, this was harder than Tony thought it would be.
"How long have you three been together?" Tim asked carefully, sounding as if he wasn't sure if he actually wanted the answer.
"Since Mikel Mahwer. I'm sorry, Probie," he added, as he could see just how upset McGee was.
Tim didn't answer, just turned his attention back to the paperwork for the test he had completed. "I'm going to go out for lunch once I log these results, Tony."
Tony acknowledged Tim's words, throat thick. "Okay, McGoo. And, for what its worth, I really am sorry." With that, Tony turned and walked out of the lab, leaving Tim to his own thoughts.