Title- Unconceivable

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 25/26

Date- 1/18/2015

Rating – M

Pairings/Characters- Gibbs/Tony/Abby

Spoilers- A bit AU (obviously ), this takes place sometime before the season 9's cliffhanger and 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: This is almost over. I only foresee an epilogue after this chapter, maybe. I wanted to write about Abby, Tony, and Gibbs. As much as I love little kids, I don't want to get mired down in kiddie stories—which, when children are main characters, will happen. I may go back and write some more "in-between" stories of this relationship, or retell a favorite episode set into this AUniverse. I'd really like to deal with the Mexican hiatus in terms of this triad relationship. But those of you whom have followed this also know how long it took to finish this one….so it may be a bit before I get to it. Thank you to those readers who kept up with it despite the slow updates, and the IMs and reviews asking me to get back to it and finish it. It feels really good to know your writing is appreciated.

Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…

Final Chapter

By the four hour mark, Abby is cranky. While no longer in pain, she is still not used to sitting still for this long. Even on bed rest she could get up to go the bathroom every couple hours, and she had lots of things to distract her mind. A bland hospital room, even with her two favorite men waiting on her every whim, was boring. "I'm bored," she sighed.

Lee raised an eyebrow, while Tony stared at her in absolute astonishment. "You are in the middle of active labor, and you are bored?" Tony questioned. "You don't have enough to do in this to keep you busy?"

Abby shot him a death glare, upon receipt of which Tony immediately dropped his eyes and mumbled an apology. "Given I'm used to mentally calculating bullet trajectories while analyzing multiple chemical interactions in three to four active cases at one time, no, I don't." Her answer was biting and the first sign that the ordeal was beginning to wear on her.

"What can we do?" Lee asked, treading carefully.

Another death glare, this one at Lee. "I don't know. I just packed an entire suitcase to bring for this event. Maybe we could start there?"

Tony's eyes got big. He knew it had been going too well. "Uno?" he asked, scrambling up from his seat. "Apples to Apples?"

"Poker." Abby answered succinctly.

"Okay," Lee drew out. Usually they played strip poker, which was obviously not happening right now. "Stakes?" he asked as he pulled his chair closer to the side of Abby's bed.

Abby smiled, a little evil. "Diaper changes."

Lee and Tony simply nodded, and Tony dealt the hand. Abby was cleaning up by the fifth hand, when Vi stopped in for another check.

By noon, contractions had stalled and the team had arrived, unable to patiently wait for the call. Tony took advantage of their presence to take a break from the labor room and Abby's increasing crankiness. Lee could feel the need for the two of them to take a break in the air and was glad for his team yet again. It was a needed distracted.

While Tony was gone, Lee settled carefully next to Abby on the bed, reaching among the web of medical monitoring equipment to wrap an arm around Abby and pull her close to him. "I'm so proud of you, Abs."

Abby was taken aback, not by the praise exactly, but the tone. It was heavy with emotion, not uncomfortable per say but definitely unusual. "For getting knocked up, for not biting Tony's head off while pregnant, for listening to my bed rest directions, for not having to change a single diaper for the first month thanks to my amazing poker luck?" she asked, puzzled.

"For how brave you are. You have put yourself out there for Tony and I to be a part of these babies' lives, to allow us to love you quietly if not publicly—for going through this excruciating pain without hating us." Lee kissed her temple, his fingers tightening their hold on Abby's arm. "I still find it amazing that you allow an old bastard like me the privilege of loving you, of raising children together."

A lump formed in Abby's throat, as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "I still don't understand why you and Tony put up with me, but I am grateful for it, just like I'm grateful for our girls." Turning to kiss him on the cheek, she added, "Just like I'm grateful that you are willing to retire and take care of them. I just want one promise. If we do this again, I want a child with blue eyes just like yours."

A slight blush crossed Lee's cheeks, and he ducked his head shyly. "How about we get these two here first and then see about another one?"

Tony and Ducky poked their heads in at that point. "Yes, please, I'd like to see how I do with these two first before we decide we want another," Tony squeaked, looking a little pale.

Ducky patted Tony comfortingly on the shoulder. "Dear boy, once you meet these two girls, you will find yourself willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe and healthy. You will do fine."

Sighing, Tony slid into his chair on Abby's other side, tentatively taking the hand not currently possessed by Lee into his. The firm squeeze Abby gave his fingers let Tony know that she had found her equilibrium again, was sorry for losing her temper earlier, and hoped he would forgive her.

Tony squeezed back, letting her know he understood and forgave.

Another hour passed. And another. No babies.

With Abby truly cranky now, angry tears filling her eyes and spilling down against her will, even Lee felt the need for a break. Violet's last check-in had brought with it the suggestion of Pitocin to bring labor further along, and Abby's adamant opposition. She wanted to wait until the 24 hour mark to induce further labor.

Abby broke down and allowed induction by hour 18.

When it comes time to push, all three of the trio feel relief for very different reasons. Gibbs was tired of being stoic and the pillar the other two broke on; Tony was exhausted from fear for the babies (what was taking so long? It was never like this in the movies, so long and slow.) Abby, as the one in labor, was beyond ready, despite all her preparations.

Because of the epidural, Abby didn't have full control of her body anymore—entirely normal. Even turned down, so that Abby could push, the anesthetic made it impossible for her to move her lower body by herself. So Tony had her left leg, to hold and help bend as she pushed; Gibbs had the right. Both men felt a flutter of…not quite fear, but a lingering discomfort. Gibbs had delivered more than one baby over his career; Tony had been there, helping, for a couple, though its been years since his patrolman days. Still, this isn't work, this isn't the professional calm they cloak themselves with in serious situations.

This is Abby, and their babies, and their life. They will not walk out of this room unchanged. Their world is fundamentally shifting. The moment hit both of the men in the middle of a contraction, and they shared a heavy glance across Abby.

The emotional moment didn't last. Vi broke it, directing Abby to get ready to give a couple of big pushes, the men to be ready to help. The first baby was on her way. The oddness of Vi's violently purple hair hunkered down between Abby's legs made Gibbs chuckle to himself, briefly giddy, before his attention was required elsewhere.

Four pushes, an exhausted scream, and CC was out; blond curls, more than mere fuzz, apparent through the smeared evidence of birth. A nurse and pediatrician were ready to take CC off to the medical bassinette and evaluate her, but Vi quickly clamped off both ends of the umbilical and held up scissors.

Tony and Gibbs had already decided that, if possible, they would like to cut the cords, but would not be upset if they couldn't. With an early birth, both men wanted the girls checked out and cleared from possible problems ASAP—that would be more of a gift than snipping something. Gibbs motioned Tony towards Vi, knowing that this was important opportunity for Tony, to make a connection to this child from the moment of her arrival.

Tony snipped, and the NICU team scooped CC up, bundling her off for evaluation. Tiny cries, but steady and growing in strength, echoed from the baby side of the delivery room. Relief at the sound was quickly replaced by focus on the next delivery.

Two more pushes and JJ was there as well, slightly smaller but otherwise identical. Gibbs snipped this time, and a second team from NICU scooped JJ up, bundling her off to her incubator, three parents waiting to hear the wailing begin. The first baby had quieted some, but there was no second one heard. Their hearts tightening, Abby totally focused on waiting for the other, unaware of the rest of Vi's part in the delivery. Finally, a thin, weak kitten-like mewl (a kitten with water dumped on her and shoved out into a deep winter cold), was finally heard, and the three of them breathed again.

The pediatrician came over to them, while V was still busy below. "CC is fine, and JJ is doing well, but needs some supplemental oxygen. Both babies rate high on the APGAR scale."

Abby began crying, sobbing big shuddering sobs. "They are okay, really? Go make sure. Count all their fingers and toes for me!" she directed her men.

Vi has to get her attention, she is so distracted; Abby's part here is not yet finished. "Abby, there's a few things that I still need to do here. I need you to calm down for me, so that I can do that, okay?"

It takes a few minutes, Gibbs at her side and Tony reporting back that yes, the babies are perfect, for Abby to stop sobbing. Vi had to deliver the afterbirth, collect the cord blood, and stitch Abby up. All of these things are easier if Abby is calmer. The mention of an episiotomy, however, set Abby off in even bigger sobs.

Both men, as well as Vi, were totally puzzled and unprepared for Abby's reaction. "No! I don't want one! It's going to hurt. I don't want to hurt."

Gibbs was the one usually able to most easily calm Abby down, but even he had no success. Tony was the one who realized what was wrong, deciphering the teary, nonsensical muttering. "Its not going to hurt, Abby. Vi is going to give you a shot— and you still have plenty of pain meds going on. You won't even feel the shot."

"Bullshit! You turned the epidural down so I could push. I could feel it. I'm going to feel this. I don't want to feel stitches doing in down there!" Abby was inconsolable. She was so concentrated on delivering healthy babies, she really hadn't paid much attention to what happened to her afterwards. She was worried that it was going to hurt more than she could bear right now and that she would embarrass herself.

The men are amazed at what Abby worried about. She just pushed two absolutely adorable, watermelon sized beings out of a golf ball sized hole, after having whole body spasms for hours on end, and she was worried about six stitches?

Tony and Gibbs firmly gripped her hands. Gibbs pulled her to face him, laying his forehead against hers, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "You will do fine. Let Vi do her job. That's why you picked her. You have nothing to be worried about. Nothing you do will make us think any less of you, Abs. You just gave us our girls!"

Tony smoothed her hair away from her sweaty forehead, mimicking Gibbs' tone and words. "It will be fine. I promise, it won't hurt. If it does, squeeze our hands, hit me, do whatever you need to do to make it better for you."

Between the two of them, the men get Abby calmed down enough for Vi to work. By the time Vi's done—and Abby didn't even realize that she was done—the babies are ready to come see their mom and dads, providing further distraction for Abby and a moment of….

…perfection, for all three parents, the first time they held their girls in their arms.