Title- Unconceivable

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 26/26

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; 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: Finally finished! 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…

Epilogue

Abby was high on pain meds and parenthood, not oblivious to the team coming in to see them all but definitely preoccupied. CC was in her arms, latched on and nursing; JJ was still in the nursery, oxygen on. While worried some for JJ, she was caught up in the baby in her arms.

Ducky was in the NICU nursery, checking on JJ again for Abby. Not yet able to pump for JJ, Ducky was bottle feeding her, as per Abby's directions. Abby insisted on breast feeding after the first bottle, though, and VI had ordered a hospital-grade breast pump that should be delivered to Abby's room momentarily. Ducky found himself absolutely charmed by the little blond bundle in his arms, searching for features inherited from each parent even as he knew it was impossible at this stage to do so.

McGee stood behind the glass, studying the babies in their bassinettes, watching Ducky smile broadly at the non-descript bundle in his arms, his arms around Ziva's waist. Ziva was beautific, smiling widely at the babies and especially at Ducky's arms. "Are they not amazing, Timmy?" Ziva asked.

McGee raised an eyebrow. "Amazing, huh? Are you trying to tell me something, Ziva? Feeling the maternal instinct kicking in?"

The absolute look of horror that passed over Ziva's face was well worth the panicked and fearful moment Tim had when he thought he had crossed a line; it was even worth the sucker punch to his stomach that left him doubled-over and gasping. "Babies are amazing without wanting one, McGee."

Tim coughed and gasped, trying to catch his breath. "How about we go see one of those amazing babies in person now?"

Ziva turned on her heel, heading towards Abby's room without waiting for Tim to catch up. The room was just a short way down the hall, the door open but the curtain pulled partially around the bed. Ziva stopped and knocked, calling out, "Are you ready for some visitors?"

Abby, quieter than usual but emotion apparent in her voice, "Come in and meet your niece, CC, Ziva!"

Ziva wheeled around the curtain, slightly taken aback at Abby's exposed breast but quickly over it, as it did not seem to bother Abby at all. Quick hugs to Tony and Gibbs on her way towards Abby and CC. A kiss brushed against Abby's forehead solved the problem of how to greet her, and an absolute gasp of joy seeing CC for the first time.

CC's blue eyes were closed, her mouth steady at Abby's nipple. The blond curls were mostly covered with a knit baby cap, and the body was wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Her small size, the innocence in her content face, made Ziva tear up. While she was terrified of being responsible for such a little thing, Ziva knew that this—this connection, the family, the love—this was what she had spent her life fighting for, even if she never got it for herself. Sharing in this was enough for her.

"She is priceless, Abby," Ziva whispered. "This is CC?"

"Yeah," Tony piped in. "JJ still needs some oxygen, so she's in the NICU with Ducky right now."

Tim made his way in at this point. "We saw him, through the glass. JJ's got Grandpa Ducky wrapped around her little finger already."

"That's what granddaughters are for, Tim," echoed from the hallway in Jackson's small-town twang.

"Dad!" Gibbs called out, making his way to the door and drawing the older man into a huge hug, held a little long. Abby understood the need for Gibbs to connect with his dad, who had been there with him the first time Gibbs did this.

"Congratulations, son!" Jackson's voice held a tremble. When Gibbs released him, Jackson gave a hug and congratulations to Tony as well. He stopped short of hugging Abby, his eyes tracking his granddaughter and immediately going elsewhere when he realized Abby's exposure.

Abby simply smiled at his old-fashioned gentlemanliness. "So glad you got here okay, Jackson! Ready to meet CC?"

Jackson's eyes narrowed and his voice dropped a little. "Where's the other little one?"

Gibbs filled him in. "Needs a little oxygen. The doc is going to bring her in as soon as she is able to. If Abby's feeling up to it before then, we'll go over and see her. Tony and I have already been able to hold her."

Relaxing slightly, Jackson nodded. "Maybe I'll go relieve Ducky until this one is finished her meal."

"You don't have to go, Jackson. It's okay. I can cover up a little if you are uncomfortable," Abby smiled. "This is what they're built for, after all."

Flushing a bit red, Jackson shrugged. "Times have changed," was all he said, sitting down on an empty chair. "I wasn't even allowed in the delivery room with Leroy."

Tony shuddered. "There are some advantages to that system," he muttered, only to get the evil eye from Abby yet again. "I didn't have any medication to blur the experience, Abs. I'm going to have Alien nightmares for weeks."

"Move reference. You must be doing just fine," Tim dryly commented.

"Hey! I was smart enough not to make any during actual labor," Tony grumbled, making space for himself on Abby's bed and taking her free hand.

"True," Abby agreed. She was in a surprisingly good place, physically and mentally, the pain meds still coursing through her along with happy mom hormones.

Ziva broke the following long moment of silence, when everyone was content studying the new family. "I have brought baby presents. I appreciate that you all understood the Jewish custom of no baby gifts before the birth, but I have known forever what I was giving once they were here. I had them made and simply let the jeweler hold them." Pulling out two small and one large box covered with shiny pink foil and silver, hot pink, and black curling ribbon cascading down the sides, she handed them to Abby.

Rather than attempt unwrapping with one hand, Abby removed her now-sleeping child from her breast and handed her over to Gibbs, with direction to take her to Jackson. Covering up and shifting, Abby happily ripped the beautiful paper to shreds. Opening the box labeled "CC," Abby found a delicate gold bracelet with charms. Closer inspection brought tears to Abby's eyes.

The bracelet had two mini-NCIS badges on it, with numbers- one was Paula Cassidy's and the other was Kate's. The bracelet for JJ had a miniature of Jenny's NCIS badge, as well as a mini-dog tag with Jackson's military information. Her shuddery breath quickly attracted her men's attentions.

Having shifted CC to his father's waiting arms, Gibbs made his way back to Abby's bed just as Tony did. Handing a bracelet to each man, Abby reached for tissues, tears streaming. Ziva looked uncomfortable as Abby's reaction, but long experience had taught Ziva that Abby's reactions tended to the extreme when she was happy.

Ziva hoped the gifts were eliciting the wished-for response—happiness—not making Abby sad on this happy day. Looking over JJ's bracelet, Gibbs momentarily closed his eyes, then smiled as he reached for CC's. Tony traded him jewelry, emotion clear on Tony's face as well. Tony was the first of the trio able to talk clearly. "These are…these are perfect, Ziva. Thank you."

Her warm smile was obscured as Gibbs was suddenly hugging her tightly to himself, whispering thank you in her ear until he was ready to let go. Slightly emotional herself, now, Ziva pointed out the third package. "There is a present for you as well, Abby. Please open it."

Abby's present completed the set. Instead of a bracelet—even pregnant, Abby preferred wrist cuffs to regular jewelry—Abby had a white gold necklace with a charm holder. The holder was a large, thin hoop fastened to a pig-tailed skull and cross bones. On the holder were seven charms—copies of the badges from the girls' bracelets, as well miniatures of Gibbs and Tony's, Jackson's dogtags, and a microscope for Abby herself.

Sobs met the opening of the final present, and Ziva made her way to Abby's bedside. "I am so happy for you, Abby, and Tony and Gibbs. Those two girls are the luckiest babies in the world."

It took a few minutes, but eventually the sobs subsided. The family sat quietly, allowing Abby to gather herself, until Jackson spoke. "I think this little one is in need of a change."

Sighing, Tony gathered her up and took her over the bassinette in the corner. "This is my third one, Abs. Keep track. I only owe you 97 more."

At Jackson's quirked eyebrow, Gibbs explained. "We played poker for diaper changes during labor. Abby kicked our asses. I owe her 150."

McGee looked horrified by the sheer number; Jackson and Ziva just laughed. Ducky entered, pushing a bassinette, just then. "And here is JJ to join us," he announced.

The mobile extended clan gathered around the bassinette, oohing and ahhing, until Abby loudly cleared her throat. "I haven't seen her yet. Please bring her here!"

Scooping JJ up, Tony settled her into Abby's arms. "There she is, all ten fingers and toes and breathing all on her own."

Ducky seconded Tony's comments. "Yes, she is now breathing just fine on her own, and does not need to stay in the NICU. JJ is over a little bump and ready to be with her family now."

Abby studied her little one's round face, her wide grey-blue eyes—baby slate blue, the color you know will turn as they get older—and thick blond waves. Seeing the top of an identical head swaddled in Jack's arms, and the smiles all around, Abby felt a sense of happiness and contentment she had never felt before.

This is what her life was meant to be.

Epilogue

Abby was quite disgusted with what her body had to go through, in the aftermath of birth, but embraced it all as the cost of her daughters—every stretch mark, redistributed fat pocket, bloody discharge, and zombie-tired day. Her two men were with her every step of the way, changing diapers and jumping up in the middle of the night to bring a crying baby to breast so that Abby did not have to get up. Even semi-permanent spit up stains on black t-shirts and almost-too-snug leather and chain belts were well worth the price.

Gibbs fell into fatherhood again easily, even if he needed some help figuring out the new baby appliances and accessories that hadn't even existed when he'd done this last. He was an expert at burping and bathing. Tony needed some encouragement to get comfortable in the role, but he embraced it fully and did it his own way when needed. For the first three weeks, Tony has insisted on writing CC and JJ on their heels with a Sharpie to tell them apart, to Abby's amusement.

The first night the girls finally slept through the night, around two and a half months, the three parents took full advantage of the opportunity to re-stake their claims to each other. No one stopped to consider condoms in the heat of the moment, though, because they hadn't used them before the baby. No one thought at all about the consequences.

Until Abby turned down a Caf-Pow.