The long awaited continuation of Meet the Todds is here! Is everyone pumped? Yes? GOOD! Cuz there's a big twist in this chapter, although it is a lame twist…whatever. It's a twist, and I usually don't do those.
There's probably going to be one more chapter before I finish this story off. Or maybe two. I'll see.
And yes, csigirlie156, you are now a possum. : )
Disclaimer: Me own nothing. Except for Mr. and Mrs. Todd. And this spiffy keychain.
The alarm clock buzzed, waking the occupants of the bed. Tony flung out an arm and hit the off button. Rolling over, he shook Kate awake. "Hey beautiful," he said smiling.
Kate turned to him. "Hey." She yawned. "What day is it today?"
"Saturday, remember?"
Kate groaned and buried her head back into her pillow. Tony, on the other hand, got out of bed and dressed. "You want me to make breakfast?" His face clouded over as he remembered the events of last night. "Or do you think that makes me weak?"
"For the last time Tony," Kate's voice was muffled by the pillow. "I love the fact that you can cook. Heck, I think men who can't cook are weak."
Tony smirked. "I'm going to tell Gibbs that you think he's weak."
Kate bolted up in bed and chased him to the kitchen. "You will do no such thing!" she hollered as she ran after him. By now, Tony had reached his cell phone and was pretending to call Gibbs.
"Hello? Boss. It's Tony. I'm just calling-" He didn't get any further as Kate knocked the cell phone out of his hands. She reached down hastily and picked it up, cupping it to her ear, and began rambling into it, thinking that Gibbs really was on the other line.
"Sorry Gibbs. Tony was just being a brat. Ignore us. I-" She noticed that Tony was laughing silently. "What's so funny?" she demanded.
"G-Gibbs isn't on t-the other l-line," he managed to sputter while trying to hold back his laughter.
Kate looked at the cell phone. The welcome screen looked back at her. "Tony!" she screamed, using all the self-control she had to stop herself from throwing the cell phone at him. Gibbs didn't like replacing their phones. "You really scared me!"
Tony was almost bent double with laughter. Kate walked over and smacked the back of his head, Gibbs style.
"Ow!"
"That's what you get for freaking me out!"
Tony fumbled around on the counter before his hand came into contact with a glass of water. Kate was still berating him about scaring her when he splashed the water in her face. She stood there for a moment, utter shock sketched on her face, before wrenching the fridge door open and grabbing a can of Redi Whip.
"You are so going down!" she shouted at Tony, who was trying to escape. She blocked his way and sprayed the whipped cream at him. Fluffy white stuff flew everywhere. Tony managed to get a bottle of chocolate syrup from the counter and retaliated. Within moments, the entire kitchen was a mess.
Kate shook her can of Redi Whip. Crap. There was no more. Tony, on the other hand, had plentiful amounts of chocolate syrup and he was not even contemplating the possibility to let Kate go unchocolafied. He unscrewed the top and dumped the entire bottle over her head.
Sprinkles came next. Then nuts, then more sprinkles, and finally came the caramel. It was quite a sight. Two fully-grown specially trained government agents were standing in the middle of a messed up kitchen looking like two human ice cream cones. Minus the ice cream, of course.
Tony was having trouble breathing; he was laughing so hard. "Do we have any ice cream?" he asked Kate.
Kate rubbed her eyes to get rid of the chocolate syrup that was dripping into them. "I think so." She walked over to the fridge and dug around. "Aha!" She proudly held out a carton of vanilla ice cream. Ripping off the lid, she promptly started scooping out the ice cream with her hands and smearing it all over Tony, who in turn snatched the carton out of her reach.
"Don't waste ice cream," he scolded before grabbing an ice cream scoop and attacking Kate.
The ice cream carton was only half full, so the fight ended before long. The kitchen floor was a mess of sticky ice cream, syrup, sprinkles, and whatnot. Kate wasn't thinking about how long it would take her to clean it up. She was on the floor, her back against the cupboards, watching Tony lick his fingers free of, well, stuff. Stuff being all the things they'd thrown at each other. He sat down next to her and grabbed her hand, running his fingers over the ring.
There was a moment of silence as the two surveyed the destroyed kitchen. "That," Tony finally said, "was fun." He ran his finger along Kate's cheek, gathering up whipped cream before licking it off.
Kate shifted and laid her head on his shoulder. "More fun than sex?"
"No. Well, maybe." Tony grinned. "But it was certainly more fun than just eating ice cream."
She laughed and smoothed down her hair with one hand. Washing it could wait. She liked this feeling of not caring what was in her hair. Tony kissed the top of her head, and she closed her eyes. If only everyday were this chocolaty and sweet.
The phone rang. Kate twitched. "That better not be Gibbs," she muttered as she stood to answer it. Admittedly, she was a bit annoyed that her perfect ice cream moment had been destroyed.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver, careful not to get it dirty with her hands.
"Kate?" The voice on the other end sounded worried. "It's Mommy. Your father and I are headed to your apartment right now. Is that okay? We need to talk about last night."
Kate glanced at Tony, who was still sitting in the kitchen. "Um…yeah, it's fine."
"Good. We're almost there."
"What?" Needless to say, Kate was alarmed. She, Tony, and the kitchen were in disarray at the moment.
"Kate? I'll talk to you later okay sweetheart?"
"Mom-"
There was a click on the other side as the connection died. Kate dropped the receiver back into its holder. "Tony!" she shouted, "Get into the shower right now!"
When the doorbell rang, Kate and Tony were clean as you could be using a five minute shower. The kitchen, however, still stood in a mess.
Mr. and Mrs. Todd were seated on the sofas, sipping coffee. Kate smoothed her wet hair nervously with one hand and helped herself to a gingersnap. She was careful not to let her parents see the kitchen. Clearing her throat, she attempted to make conversation.
"How did you sleep last night?" It was pathetic, yes, but it was better than the silence.
Mrs. Todd set down her cup. "The beds were so soft! And we found a newspaper in front of our door even though we didn't order one!" She beamed at Kate and Tony, who gave back weak smiles.
Mr. Todd downed the last of his coffee and set his mug down rather loudly. "We're not here for fun talk Pat." Turning to Tony, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his lap, and said in a very serious voice, "Look kid, I still don't like you."
Tony stopped himself from making a comeback as Mr. Todd continued. "I don't like that you're Italian and that you cook. I hate the fact that you screwed my daughter before marriage." He glanced at Kate. "But I love Kate, and if I have to accept you into the family in order for me to keep peace with her, then so it be. I'll give you my blessing, but up here," Mr. Todd tapped his head, "you're still a disgusting freak. And if I had my way, you'd be no where near Kate right now."
Tony blinked several times to comprehend what his father-in-law to be had just said. "Gee…I really don't know if I should shoot you or thank you."
Mr. Todd glared. "I need to use the bathroom." He stood up and moved away from the living room.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Mrs. Todd gave a quiet cheer and hugged Tony. "Welcome to the family," she said happily. "I'm going to need you to give me the recipe you used for the spaghetti last night."
Paul Todd was not a person who didn't get his way. He would rant and cuss until what he wanted was delivered. Heck, that's how he'd gotten married. But as he got older, Paul began to notice that people, especially Kate, were becoming rebellious, not always doing what he wanted.
It started when Kate decided she wanted to work for the government. Despite being extremely patriotic, Paul wasn't happy with the president at the time. He told Kate that there was no way she was going to work for the government. Besides, women didn't belong in there.
Ten years ago, the argument would have ended there, but in the current state, it didn't. Kate joined the Secret Service anyways. And later, she went on to work for NCIS.
Overtime, Paul had grown proud of his daughter and her job. But now, as he sat on the closed toiletlid in her apartment, he felt all that pride turn to dust.
He thought he had taught Kate well. He thought that he had shown her how no one except the boys he introduced to her were worthy of her. But he was wrong. She had gone and chosen a rat. An Italian rat. An Italian rat that had no problem with pre-marital sex. Could it get any worse?
Then again, Paul was forced to reconcile with the fact that Kate was probably okay with pre-marital sex now. How different this woman was from the little girl he'd raised!
Lifting his head with a sigh, Mr. Todd looked around the bathroom. It smelled lightly of potpourri, due to a small wicker basket sitting on the sink counter. Speaking of the sink counter, he saw that Tony's shaving cream already had a spot there. And two towels hung from the towel rack. Ugh…
Placing his hands on his knees, Mr. Todd made ready to get up and rejoin his wife, daughter, and his daughter's fiancé (there was no way he'd ever call Tony a son) in the living room. As he got up though, something caught his eye. Frowning, he peered closer to make sure that it wasn't a trick of the light. It wasn't.
And so it was that a fuming Mr. Todd returned to the living room holding a pregnancy test between his thumb and forefinger. And not just any pregnancy test, but a positive pregnancy test.
TBC
DUN DUN DUN! LOL… you can probably see where I'm going with this. But the twist isn't done yet! Boy would it suck to be Tony right now.
What will Mr. Todd do to Tony? Stick around to find out!
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