Title: Rigged

Author: Steph

Paring(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo McGee/Abby

Rating: Mature

Category(s): MPREG.. hurt/comfort...First time...Established Relationship...Alternate Universe

Warning(s)/Authors Note: This story mentions both SLASH & HET relationships that might not originally be accepted by both parties, but wouldn't exactly be classified as rape. Also this is an Alternate Universe story meaning even though it follows mostly with cannon the characters change due to the fact that in this universe both men and women can get pregnant and is very natural for this to happen.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the NCIS characters, this is pure fiction and written for my writing enjoyment and your reading enjoyment.

Summery: Putting the final touches on what had been a rather simple and straight forward case, two members of 'Team Gibbs' find themselves mixed up in something unintentionally that could have life altering effects.

::: AUTHORS NOTE ::: I AM ONCE AGAIN LOOKING FOR A CO-WRITER FOR THIS STORY, SO IF ANYBODY IS INTERESTED GO AHEAD AND PRIVATE MESSEGE ME!

Rigged ::: Chapter 11

Later that evening, around six o'clock, Gibbs just finished eating a small dinner of a half of turkey sandwich and some soup, and was now down attempting to get his frustrations out on his most recent boat. This time his favorite mug was filled with water instead of alcohol. Sure, he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about this baby, but he did not want to purposely harm it either.

Tony pulled up to Gibbs house and just stared for a moment before getting out and going straight to the door. He opened the door and called out. "Hey Gibbs!" he closed the door and repeated what he told himself earlier. He was not going to beat around the bush about this but let Gibbs tell him about the baby.

Gibbs heard Tony right away since he didn't have the TV going and he wasn't doing anything really noisy. Part of him was upset that Tony was there but the other part was happy. "Basement!" he called back.

Quickly heading to the open basement door, he went down the stairs to see Gibbs just leaning against the new boat. So many times he had seen Gibbs like this and he still thought it was hot. "Hey, you know I kind of forgot to talk to Ziva on my way out... she didn't suspect anything as usual did she" he tried to laugh.

But the sight of the man just made him stop in his movement and capture the sight. "Damn Gibbs you looking good" he wanted to say out loud but he couldn't form the words or so he thought.

That got a slight smile from Gibbs, "She continued to work for another hour before I said something and told her she could go home like everybody else." He didn't mention how he stayed at work until around 5:30 even though the team left before lunchtime.

"You know the morning felt like a full day, boss not that I'm complaining...I'm grateful for the few more hours of sleep" though all I did was watch crappy TV and twisted in the bed for a least few useless hours. "So did McGee stay with Abs, since she had other possible cases?"

"I'm not really sure," Gibbs said as he walked to grab the bourbon bottle off of the workbench and held it up. "Want some?" he asked and grabbed another mug with his other hand. Of course he didn't think that Tony would question him even having it since he was pregnant. He also wouldn't know that he simply had water.

"Sure" he took the offered drink, and tried not to give a weary eye to Gibbs own drink. "So...what's the number on this one, because every time I come by it seems to be in the same state" he didn't look directly at the boat just at Gibbs, drinking in the sight, and holding back any reason to jump on the man. He would wait till Gibbs told him.

Gibbs glanced at the boat and then back at Tony, "Seven in this basement...eight all together." he said thinking about the one he had made in Mexico. He then cleared his throat, "Why'd you come Tony?" he questioned knowing the man was probably just dying to know what came of his discussion with Ducky earlier or if he even went.

"Well I...kinda was hoping we get to talk a bit more, just maybe hang out, the offer to the restaurant still stands if you ever wanted to check it out" yeah he lost it, he forgot the entire plan, then again he usually went along when he was just talking to his boss. His smile was unsure and he could feel it. "Eight boats! " so many years with this man and eight boats all together.

"Yeah...eight," Gibbs said and then smiled a bit. "And I'll take a rain check on the dinner...I already ate." he then thought of something. "You're more then welcome to go get chips or something to go with that," he said nodding to the mug in Tony's hand. He hoped by saying that Tony would know he was willing to talk, he just didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Like I said, whenever you want, no I'm good" he sat down on the old couch. How could he bring up the topic? "So you went to see Ducky?"

Gibbs still had no idea if he even planned to tell Tony what was going on. Part of him knew he had to but the other part wanted to hide it forever. Wanting to keep himself focused he grabbed the hand sander and began running it over the wood again. "Yeah...and like I said earlier nothing is wrong." it wasn't a lie.

"Oh" darn it tell me! "I've been thinking though, since when did you start drinking tea" okay the bush was getting beaten. Tony sighed out loud, looking at his drink. Beating the bush and then out with it and telling him he knew.

"I mean the idea of tea, never though it fit you, maybe to help the stomach, so is it true, I mean really, why you wouldn't tell me..."

"Tell you what, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked a feeling of pure dread going into his stomach making him nauseous all over again. Had Ducky told? Did nobody keep secrets anymore even if it was under oath like a doctor was?

"If your thinking Duck told me anything your wrong, you know the man has rules himself, he told me to rethinking and well... I might be a little slow boss, both of us we're out of it..." not going as planned. Or as he hopped, this was a rough road, he wanted smooth and easy.

His pride getting the best of him, Gibbs shook his head. "Whatever you think is going on...its not," he said fully lying. With that said he grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the table drank a huge swig and then stomped up the stairs like a moody teenager. Once upstairs he had no idea where he was heading or what he was thinking. He felt nothing like himself and was actually beyond embarrassed about the whole situation.

"But Gibbs! Jethro!" Tony shot up after him. "I know the only evidence is mood swings, stomach problems, and taste...but please can't you tell me the truth, cut down the pride wall something to let me help you?" He felt like going on his knees and begging him to accept everything that happened. "Jet-"

Jethro was pacing the living room when Tony got to him. "This is exactly what you wanted!" he exclaimed actually yelling. "You wanted a reason for me to be with you...well I guess you got what you fucking wanted!" as he yelled that last part he stopped and his eyes went wide. He knew that was the wrong thing to say by the look on Tony's face. "DiN...Tony...I...I didn't mean it like that." he tried to amend quickly. The last thing he needed was for Tony to think he blamed him for anything that led to this situation. Sure, he knew Tony had feelings for him, but he knew for a fact the other man would never have had sex with him without him wanting it if they had, had a choice.

All Tony was thinking was clear. 'no no no no no, I never planned this, never wanted this to fucking happen to him,' to his boss-Gibbs-Jethro. He wanted it to be okay, this wasn't okay. Gibbs hated him, everything, trying to hold what was left of his dignity for even trying to face the issue, hoping to carry it with Gibbs; he just wanted to leave so he did.

It took Gibbs a second to realize that Tony had walked to the door and when he did he had heard it close. "Shit!" he exclaimed out loud but mostly to himself as he dashed after Tony. "Tony wait a second...don't go." he said as he dashed up to the younger man who was climbing into his car.

Tony looked out his opened door; Gibbs had grabbed his arm. He didn't want to speak, or say anything, he just felt like everything was crashing like before. He shouldn't have brought the topic up it was ruining everything. The kid wasn't even near them yet and all he thought about was how he wanted things back to normal. Tony wasn't one for abortion-never in is life; he wouldn't wish it one anyone. But if it got them back too normal. No, what he wanted was to be with Jethro and the kid. He wanted to be a happy family. He wanted everything perfect. The look on the other's face, spoke volumes, so he just sat there and waited.

"I don't know what to do." Gibbs said softly as he clung to Tony's arm through the open car door. "But this...this thing...it's happening to both of us and I can't deal with it by myself anymore." He sighed and looked up at the sky to keep try and keep the ever-present tears at bay. He still didn't feel more then friendly or brotherly love to Tony...but now they had this connection that would tie them together for life no matter what.

Tony wanted to pull the man close and kiss him for that. But he knew he was ahead of himself, "So what are we going to do, Jethro?" the words came out of his mouth in the same tone. "I'm here at your six 24/7, what can we do?" now he wasn't stressing the way, Gibbs allowed him in somehow and it was all up to Gibbs.

"Can you get out of the car and come back inside?" Gibbs questioned. "It's a bit easier to talk when one of us isn't about ready to split." He wasn't sure how to answer Tony's questions because they were the same ones he had.

"Yeah" he tried not to laugh as he stepped out of the car. He didn't care if the questions were unanswered he just wanted to be where the other was at. They got back inside; Tony didn't want to let go of the hand he was still holding.

Gibbs saw his mug sitting on the coffee table where he had been pacing and thought he should clarify something. "It's water," he said nodding at the cup feeling like he had to explain himself. Then actually feeling nervous he looked at the kitchen. "Sure you don't want something to eat?"

"No comment" Tony stated, trying to look somewhere that wasn't Gibbs. "What do you got as leftovers, cause I had the last of something I totally forgot about in my fridge and it wasn't that filing." Calling one slice of a really good, really old pizza filing was not a good idea. "I'll take anything you got"

The thought came out before he could stop himself; he looked away and let go of Gibbs hand

"I have the fixings for a really good sandwich...and some left over soup." Gibbs said as he looked over at Tony, actually finding himself longing to have his hand again. "I can heat up the soup if you want to make up a sandwich for yourself."

"That's great" Tony smiled still thinking what he said was off line, but darn, he wanted to say that in front of Gibbs for the longest of times as well, he had already blown it. But he could have sworn the slaps he was feeling were only in his head now, had this man really stopped slapping him? He actually kind of missed it

Gibbs went about putting the left over soup in a pan and setting it on the stove to heat. He knew he could have put it in the microwave but he liked doing some things the old fashioned way. When he was done with that he took a moment to lean against the counter and simply watch Tony making his sandwich. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn't find the younger man attractive, because he was. He still couldn't quite grasp the concept that he was pregnant with the man in front of him child. He never thought in a million years he would be pregnant. It wasn't something he had wanted. Sure, he loved kids, but he had never expected to find himself in a position where HIM getting pregnant was even an option.

"You got mustard?" Tony was building his sandwhich with anything he could find left in the fridge. It had ham, cheese, lettuce, bacon-or something assumed to be bacon and then ketchup, mustard and well what was left. The soup smelled delicious from the stove.

"I should," Gibbs, said as he went to the fridge and bent over to look inside. He had to do some shuffling, so he was bent over for a good minute before he pulled out the yellow bottle and handed it to Tony.

Grasping it, he took another look at the others end. He was with the most attractive man that red heads loved. He felt their fingers brush before taking the object and spreading the stuff on top of the so-called bacon. "I'm going to take you out to eat, I mean leftovers are good and all but seriously what happened to the steaks you had in the freezer?"

"They are still there, I just haven't felt like eating anything that heavy." Gibbs answered blushing a little and then glancing down at his feet. He wondered how long it was going to be before he couldn't see his feet anymore.

The sandwich was built and the soup was poured into a cup. "Soup's good" he said taking another sip of it. He was holding himself back from further action as he took a seat at the table. Of course this man knew how to live, he'd been devoured 3 times married four, the man should know how to cook. But he still wanted to treat the man.

Gibbs sat down across from Tony and didn't say anything for a few minutes. He then decided he needed to be honest even though what he was going to say was already known. "I'm pregnant." he stated and then thought of something. "So Ducky says...but he didn't actually do any tests." part of him hoped that it was all just a sick joke Ducky was playing on him. Part of him also wanted to go down to the local drug store and get a test, but hadn't gotten the courage to do so yet.

Offline

"You want to confirm that?" he asked quietly, he knew the signs were weird and Ducky had possible made the assumption because of the way both of them were acting. He wanted it to be real too. "You know Ducky doesn't lie, but if you want to confirm that, it's alright with me, because if you are... we both know how much trouble we're going to be in..." Ducky's never wrong but maybe we just worried him a bit much, what am I thinking I like this feeling with in me, we're going to be together somehow... Tony was just off in his small world as this was being figured out in his head, he taken another bit of the sandwich.

Gibbs sighed and nodded; "I need some kind of physical proof." he said and then made a face. "Well beyond heaving over the toilet bowl multiple times a day for the past few weeks." as he said this he realized he was admitting how he had been hiding his symptoms up until today.

"So that's why you've been late and moody" Tony smiled a little as he continued. "I think it's best, we'll be stuck like this if it's true till we die" he reached to take Gibbs hand again and try to comfort him from across the table, taking it slow, taking it easy.

Gibbs looked down at their hands and then up at Tony's face. "Tony...this doesn't mean we're automatically in a relationship." he said as gently as possible. "I also understand if you can't handle being around me this much...without being WITH me."

He automatically backed off. Okay maybe again he was wrong. "Sorry" he muttered. "I'm just...scared of losing everything-I know there is nothing but that possibility between us and." he just stopped there, pulling his hands into his lap as he tried to go over everything in his head again. Gibbs didn't want to be alone in this, but he didn't want...

'Shit,' Gibbs cursed to himself when Tony backed away from him. He quickly got up and went to crouch next to the younger man. "I didn't mean I didn't want to try...this is going to force us to get to know each other on a different level...and I'm okay with that and want to get to know you like that. I just don't want to jump into a relationship simply because I'm pregnant. I don't feel that's fair to you." he tried to explain to the younger man whom he knew his heart was deep into this. He didn't want to break Tony's heart, which is why he wanted to take things slowly. He wanted this to build naturally in him. "I'm going to need your help...because I'm scared shitless." he admitted biting his lower lip.

"But I'm the one that caused this," Tony tried not to seem as if he was arguing. "Maybe I can't do this, but I want to and if anything happened again on my account I don't know what I do..." it was silent after that Gibbs didn't move from the ground and Tony tried to whip the confusion from his eyes. "We can do this now, I can get the test if you want?"

"We can go together," Gibbs said as he stood up but didn't move away from Tony. "And Tony...you didn't do this, those bastards did this. I know for a fact you would never hurt me, violate me and you would have been careful." by careful he meant using protection.

"Okay" he didn't really move yet he just looked up at Gibbs, that's all he could really do, his mind was still buzzing so all he could do was just listen and follow Gibbs. He sighed looking down again. He just couldn't get up.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs questioned and then added. "Besides the fact that this whole thing is rather screwed up."

"I'm okay Gibbs," Tony answered. "I'm just still thinking that's all," Tony stood and followed Gibbs out of the kitchen, all he could consider himself was the follower, he still thought after what happened, everything after that had been his fault, he just couldn't get rid of it. They were going to do this, together. He sighed allowed and waited by the door.

Gibbs nodded thinking what Tony said was completely understandable. He too was thinking a lot about what was going on. When he got to the door himself he grabbed his keys and then led them outside. He didn't say anything the whole five-minute ride to the drug store but once he parked he turned to the younger man. "You don't have to come in with me, hell they'll probably think I'm buying the test for my grandson."

That made Tony smile, he had been thinking about who was going in anyhow not to say what or whom it was for. "I don't mid waiting," he laughed quietly. He recalled a few movies with a similar situation finally, calming his nerves. He watched as Gibbs headed in.

It took Gibbs only five minutes before he was coming out of the store with a small paper bag in his hand. Inside was a basic pregnancy test that worked on men. Using a female test would always mess with the results due to different hormone levels. He climbed into the truck and tossed the bag at Tony before turning the key and backing out of the parking space.

Tony clumsily caught the small bag; he took a look at Gibbs as the man kept his eyes on the road. This was it, not exactly yet, but they were going to find out. A part of Tony wanted nothing but the negative sign, so he could just forget about all the trouble he caused, the other half continue to play the dream of family, he didn't notice they arrived back until he saw Gibbs heading towards the house.

Gibbs stood in the living room and waited until Tony came in with the bag. "I guess I'll go do this thing," he said as he held his hand out for Tony to give him the test.

Tony gave it to the other, his hands stated to visible shake once Gibbs left his sight. All they had to do was wait, 'breathe Tony' he told himself, 'just breathe.'

Gibbs was having a bit of the same discussion with himself as he walked into the main floor bathroom with the bag from the drug store. He shut and locked the door before taking the test out and reading the instructions. It was rather basic, take the cap off the end of the stick, pee on the stick and then put the cap back on, sit and wait. He went through all the steps and then sat on the closed toilet seat to wait. He knew it would probably be better to go out and wait with Tony, but he couldn't seem to get his legs to move.

Tony thought Gibbs would come out, but he didn't feel like going over to the door and wait there. He just sat down on the couch, head in between hands, waiting. Gibbs was a man and needed all the privacy he could get, so Tony waited.

Gibbs knew when the three minutes was up by a sick feeling in his gut. Taking a deep breath he grabbed the test but didn't look at it. He carried it out into the living room where Tony was sitting. "You look at it," he said in a normal Gibbs no-nonsense fashion. As he handed the upside down test towards Tony.