Title- Unconceivable
Author- PTBvisiongrrl
Part- 14/?
Date- 8/7/11
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 monogamous, polygamous relationship. If this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am still playing with this universe…despite writing many more chapters of this fic than I had originally planned, I'm still not sure when I'm cutting it off. The muse is happy, and busy, and my readers seem happy, so I'll see how far it goes. It was marked "complete," since I'm not sure how far I will go, but readers have asked me to change it to "in progress," so I did.
This particular chapter is Gibbs-heavy.
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. Hell, so can Abby!
Walking a Tight RopeAbby had been in bed long before Tony and Lee made it home that night. Tangled in the sheets, hair mussed and spread across the pillows, she looked irresistable. The sight of her helped sooth the men's troubled souls; it had been a nasty case they had caught right around the end of their shift. A girl had been kidnapped by her mother, after the mother had shot and killed the father in front of the child. Easily solved, from the perspective of an agent looking for a perp, but much less so from the perspective of fathers-to-be and society in general. The crime was over, but what emotional and psychological damage would the kid face as she grew up, missing her father and her mother in jail for his murder? While quickly wrapped up—less than four hours—it still had affected the men deeply.
Even knowing Abby needed her sleep these days, both Lee and Tony couldn't help but wrap their arms around her and press desperate kisses against her face and neck. "Bad one?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open and taking in their haggard appearance.
"Yes," Tony whispered, pressing against her. Lee concurred.
Abby freed her arms and wrapped them around the men. "Then let me make it better…"
Clothing was quickly shed in favor of sweat-slickened skin, hot mouths, and gentle hands. Tony, Lee, and Abby spent hours making love that night, long, slow, and sensuous love. Lee had taken advantage of the increased sensitivity of Abby's body to wring several intense orgasms from her, simply using his mouth, as Tony's hands roamed freely, caressing and massaging, before changing places with him.
Studying himself in the bathroom mirror, Gibbs ran a hand through his hair tiredly. It had been a long three months since they had found out Abby was pregnant, of arguments, tears, and emotional grenades randomly lobbed into their everyday life. Tony was constantly on edge, testy, and quick to anger; Abby was a hormonal pregnant woman going through Caf-Pow withdrawl; and Gibbs? Gibbs was desperately stuck in between, trying to be the center of balance between two extremes.
And he was exhausted. It wasn't just the long day at work tonight; it wasn't just the physical exertion of the past few hours; it wasn't even the endless mental anguish he found himself in when he thought about what had happened to Kelly and what having another child might mean for him.
The only time everything seemed settled and calm with both his lovers was in bed, and it was beginning to take a toll on him. Pregnant Abby was insatiable. Even if she was annoyed as hell with Tony, not speaking to him, she was more than willing to fuck him. When angry, there was no other way to describe sex with Abby. Making love happened, too, once the anger had been momentarily forgotten, and it was the most tender, heart aching act to watch or participate in with them. Because Gibbs was beginning to worry that his time with his two lovers was coming to an end.
Out of bed, the two snapped at each other constantly. At least it wasn't the deep-seated cruelty Gibbs remembered the ex-wives employing on him; it was more irritation with each other, while love was still there, if buried down deep. He found himself in the middle of their king-sized bed much more often than had been usual, pre-pregnancy.
But the light at the end of the tunnel, the hope he couldn't give up, was that despite all the drama and tension, both of his lovers were still there, neither leaving the house nor their bed. And he was willing to take what he could to be happy about right now, he admitted as he climbed back into bed.
NCIS~NCIS~NCIS~NCIS~NCIS
Abby waited by Tony's desk, her coat clutched in her hand and purse over her elbow. "You didn't come down to the lab, Tony. Are you still able to go with me?" Her voice was unsure. She and Tony had had another argument on the way in to work this morning, irrational and stupid and something minor that would never have actually been an argument pre-pregnancy, and the MCRT had caught a case before they had even passed through security.
Tony pulled his gun and badge out of his desk and clipped them to his belt. "Of course, Abs." He slung a friendly arm—or so it was to any casual observer of the bull pen—over her shoulders and guided her towards the elevator. "I'm not giving my turn up, and we promised, one of us will always be there." He brushed a kiss against her cheek, took her coat, and helped her into it.
"I know, its just—" Abby faltered.
"Today's the day," Tony finished for her. "I know I wasn't as happy about this pregnancy as you hoped, Abby, and I'm sorry about that. And I'm scared of the answer, I really am—" Tony drew a deep breath. "But as you and Lee keep telling me, you want me to stay, regardless, and so does he. I love you both enough to try. Doesn't mean its easy."
Abby grasped Tony's hand. "For any of us. I keep worrying that you are just going to walk away from us, Tony."
Tony sighed. "I promised, Abs. I am here until you don't want me anymore. The paternity test is not to get rid of Lee or me."
Abby bit her lip. "I'm still not sure I want to do this, Tony."
Pulling Abby into a hug, hitting the emergency stop, Tony kissed her forehead. "This is totally up to you. The amnio is recommended, but the answer isn't going to change the outcome. No matter what, we are keeping this kid. Down's, spina bifida, deaf, monkey tail, part troll, doesn't matter." Studying her face, refusing to allow Abby to avoid meeting his eyes until she answered him, he spoke in a loving tone. "So don't do this if its only to find out if its mine or Lee's."
Nodding slowly, Abby let out the breath she had been holding. "Given my age, the amnio is important. If there's something wrong, we need to know so we can plan appropriately." That had been several emotional, late night conversations. Abby had been worried that Lee or Tony—especially Tony—would feel differently about the pregnancy if there was something wrong with the baby.
Given her parents' deafness, Abby very much wanted to have genetic testing done. If she had ever consciously decided she wanted to get pregnant, she had planned to do such testing; Vi had told her that if Abby had actually been planning the pregnancy that Vi would have suggested doing genetic tests first. In her current unexpected condition, an amnio was the next best thing. The fact that there was also hereditary deafness in Lee's family as well made it extra important now, especially since they didn't know if Gibbs was the father or not.
If Lee wasn't—the chance that the baby could be deaf dropped dramatically. But knowing that a baby might be deaf meant adjusting expectations, extra planning to give him or her a normal life—it was something that they all would need time to adjust to.
Being able to know NOW whether the baby would have Lee's baby-blues or Tony's emerald-greens was just a plus for her—for them—from amnio.
"Then we need to do this," Tony answered, hitting off the emergency stop and grasping Abby's hand firmly on the way to the car.
NCISNCISNCISNCISNCIS
To add to the general stress in their lives—the usual intense work schedule, the hormones of pregnancy, and the reception of NCIS to Lee and Tony coming out of the closet—Lee's father was coming down for a visit prior to the wedding, at Lee's reluctant request.
In all the years Lee and Tony had been together, both before and after adding Abby into the mix and even during the Reynosa disaster, Lee had not been comfortable telling Jackson about his male lover. It was an omission that had added to Lee and Jack's estrangement, and one that Lee had to correct before the wedding itself.
Lee was also hoping that news of another grandchild might soften the blow.
Abby had also requested that, if Jack handled the news of Tony and a grandchild well enough that he might be told about her, to do so. Lee wasn't sure if he was ready for that, but the puppy-dog eyes and hurt tone in her voice had convinced him that he could suffer through telling his father, if only to erase the sad look she gave him.
And if Jack didn't take it well, he didn't need to come to the wedding. Or see his grandchild, Lee reflected.
Lee desperately hoped his father would be okay with it, though. Looking at the clock on the dashboard, he wouldn't have much longer to wait to find out. Abby had gone home early, to let Jack in whenever he arrived, in case Lee and Tony got caught at the office, and they had. Abby and Jack had been alone for over two hours. Abby had texted when Jack had first arrived to find out when he and Tony might be home.
Tony was wrapping up a few paperwork loose-ends at the office to give Lee and Jack some time alone to talk first. He would call before arriving, to see if it was safe, or if he should go hang out with McGee or something. Abby was going to go spend time with the nuns once Lee got home; she had started working on the Kelly clothing quilt with the nuns, who had been surprising accepting of her pregnancy and her "role" as a surrogate for two gay men. Although even Abby wasn't up to disclosing the full truth to Sister Rosita.
So Lee was alone with Jack practically as soon as he walked through the door. Abby had her bag ready at the door, and was gone after a quick hug good-bye for Jack and a hello one for Lee.
"That girl blew outta here pretty fast, Leroy," Jack stated, rising to greet his son. "Didn't even want to stay and eat the gumbo she made us for dinner." After a firm embrace, Jack caught and held Lee's eyes. "What's going on?"
Lee hung up his jacket and stored his weapon in the living room gun safe before addressing his father's comments with a sigh. "Let's sit down and eat while we talk. It's been a long day."
"Didn't stop to eat today, did you, Leroy? Probably only drank coffee," Jack stated, following his son. "Did you even eat breakfast?"
Reaching the kitchen counter and opening the lid to the slow cooker, Lee got two bowls out of the cabinet, handing one to his father, and silverware out of the drawer. "Nope," was his laconic answer, as he began spooning out large helpings of Abby's family gumbo recipe.
"Did Abby eat breakfast?" Jack pressed on, following Lee to the table and sitting opposite him. "She can't skip meals, what with the baby."
Jackson's uncanny ability to know everything without being told stunned Lee into silence. It took a few minutes of his father eating and complimenting the quality of Abby's cooking before he recovered his wits. "How did you know?"
Jackson chuckled. "That girl is usually rail thin, and usually dresses a bit more…provocatively, than she did today. I'm pretty sure she can't find a plaid maternity skirt with skulls." Another spoonful or two of gumbo and he spoke again, catching Lee with a mouthful of his own. "Is it yours? Or do you have her living here our of the goodness of your generous heart?"
Choking, Lee took a glass of water from his father that had materialized out of nowhere while he was coughing.
"I can understand if it is, son," Jack continued, returning to his seat and bowl. "She's beautiful, funny, and damn smart to boot. And I don't think she's really as young as she lets everyone believe, not that I would ever tell a lady that."
"How, Dad?" was all Lee could manage to get out, his mind racing.
"I noticed the guest room is no longer a guest room," Jack chuckled. "The décor was a bit…Abby-ish. And when I went to the restroom, I poked around a bit. I see you redid Kelly's room."
Nodding, Lee answered his father's earlier question. "Yes, Abby's baby is mine."
"Why is she in a separate bedroom, then?"
"Its—" Lee started, but his father finished it for him.
"Its complicated?" Jack asked,
"Uh, yeah," was the best Lee could manage, shoveling in a spoonful of food to avoid talking anymore.
"That complication have anything to do with all of DiNozzo's stuff in the other bedroom?" Jack continued, waiting util Lee's mouth was empty this time. "Instead of out in the garage apartment?"
Lee girded himself, and decided to stop beating around the bush. His dad had figured out a few big pieces to the puzzle of his life, and rather than let his dad build an erroneous picture that Lee would only have to correct later, he decided to speak up now. "The BBQ I invited you to next month isn't really a BBQ, Dad. Its mine and Tony's commitment ceremony for our civil union. Abby is having our baby."
Jack leaned back in his seat. "Yours, or his?"
"Not sure," Lee answered, feeling as if he were a teenager again and like his dad had caught him doing something wrong.
"How can you not be sure of something like that, son?" There was concern in his father's eyes, but not judgement. The tightness in Lee's chest, the tightness he had not noticed until just now, relaxed a fraction. "Don't they mark those little test tube samples clearly?"
Lee didn't answer, but stared back at his father. "Are you okay with me and Tony being together?" The answer mattered to Lee, as much as he wished it didn't.
"Possibly explains all those divorces after Shannon," Jackson answered. "Do you love him?"
Sighing, Lee ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Would I marry him if I didn't?"
"Did you love those other women?" Jack pressed, a sternness in his voice.
"I thought I did at the time." Lee pushed his bowl away, no longer hungry. "But Tony and I have been together long enough that I KNOW I love him. Ten years, Dad. That's almost as long as Shannon and I were married."
"Does he love you?" Lee could hear the protectiveness in his father's voice.
"Tony loves me, Dad. He's put up with more shit from me in the past ten years than all three ex-wives combined, and he's never left." Pushing away from the table, Lee stood. "I need a drink."
"Get me one, too, Leroy," Jack asked.
Pulling a bottle of good bourbon, not the cheap rotgut Lee drank when he wanted to forget about a tough case, Lee poured a few fingers of the amber liquid into each glass, handing one to Jack before downing one himself. Refilling his glass, Lee sat back down. "Are you okay with this, with me and Tony being together?"
Sipping, Jack nodded. "I don't care that he's a man, if that's what you're worried about, as long as he makes you happy again, Leroy."
Lee felt the vise on his chest open up more. "Thanks, Dad. It means a lot to me that you can accept him. It would also mean a lot if you would come back down for the ceremony."
"Of course, Leroy!" Jack chuckled. "After all, don't I have to give you away or something in it?"
Rolling his eyes, Lee chuckled a little to himself before Jack's next words tightened the vise again. "So where does Abby fit into all this? I can tell there's more to this than she's just the oven baking the bun for you, or whatever term it is that describes that particular role."
Lee rolled his neck, trying to relieve some of his tension. "Dad, I'm not sure how to explain Abby to you."
"You don't know where she fits in, or you think I won't understand how she fits in?" Jack pointedly asked, a frown on his face. "Because I think she's with both of you, and all three of you are scared someone will find that fact out."
Lee jolted straight up in his chair. "What makes you think that?" Hi father had figured it out, and while Lee wouldn't lie to him when directly asked, he would like to know how Jack had figured it all out.
And if Jack would be as okay with this permutation to Lee's love life as he was with Tony being Lee's lover.
"Only way you don't know whether its you or Tony who is the father, is if there no test tube involved," Jack began. "And I know you. You are a possessive bastard. Don't even bother to protest—you come by it honestly enough. I'm the same damn way. You wouldn't sleep with someone else so that Shannon could have a child; you told me that yourself. Then you wouldn't share your fiancé—or whatever you call Tony—with anyone, even Abby, just to conceive a child."
In the aftermath of losing his girls, Lee had forcibly repressed a lot of memories; after two comas, there were also some additional, non-voluntary holes in his memory, too. His father's comments had awoken a long lost night early in his and Shannon's marriage. Lee remembered a drunken night long ago, being home with Shannon on leave in Stillwater to visit, and nervously asking his dad for advice.
He and Shannon had been trying for a baby for several years, with no success; the doctors had recently told them that there was little chance of a natural conception, and his Marine salary simple wouldn't cover the astronomical cost of fertility treatments. But Shannon wanted a baby, one of their own, with Lee's blue eyes. In her pragmatic and practical way, Shannon had suggested a solution—conceive a child the natural way, with another woman, and they could then adopt the child.
His father had consoled Lee that night. Lee had no desire to sleep with any woman other than Shannon, even for a child. He didn't want a child if it wasn't a part of Shannon. And he was mightily afraid that if he said no, Shannon would never forgive him.
Today, Jack repeated his words from that night again. "Things happen the way they are meant to happen, Leroy. You found two people to love, good people. I know you are a good, if difficult, man. If the three of you are happy together, I am not going to condemn you."
Lee rose and embraced his father, feeling his eyes dampen at his father's words. In all the years he had struggled with the oddity of whom he loved and how they lived, he had always concentrated on how their triad didn't fit in the word and how it had to be hidden. Coming out to the team had been difficult and, to be honest, frightening. Coming out to his dad, who was a premier example of the bastion of normalcy most people lived in, was a hundred times worse. To be able to be open, and to be accepted without harsh judgement by someone in that world, calmed his inner turmoil in a way he never realized he needed. "Thank you, Dad."
"I love you, son, no matter what," Jack answered back. "And thank you, for the chance to be a grandfather again."
The front door opened behind them, and Lee sensed the presence of his male lover. Looking up at Tony, Lee shook his head. "You were supposed to call first, Tony."
"I did," Tony answered, removing his suit coat and hanging it on the back of an empty chair. "You didn't answer, and all I got on the house line was voicemail. I think you left it off the hook again." Studying Jack and Lee, arms crossed, Tony headed for a bowl and gumbo of his own. "I was worried."
"Nothing to worry about here, Tony," Jack answered. "Congratulations on becoming a daddy, and. welcome to the family."