Someday
Jenny climbed into bed, warm in her flannel pajamas, and slid under the covers. Gibbs was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Jenny listened to the water running, letting it lull her to sleep. Then Gibbs came out of the bathroom and slid into bed next to her. Jenny snuggled up next to him and sighed.
"How much to you want to bet that after this is over that Tony and Ziva are going to have two more kids?" Jenny said sleepily, her eyes half open.
"I know, Ziva's changed so much since she had her miscarriage," Gibbs said.
"Did you know that she came up the other day and requested a permanent transfer to NCIS?" Jenny said.
"You mean she hadn't done it already?" Gibbs said.
"No, she was in the hospital, remember?" Jenny said.
"So have you talked to Deputy Director David yet?" Gibbs asked as he stroked Jenny's hair.
"Tomorrow Ziva will officially become Special Agent David," Jenny said.
"Good, it's about time she officially became part of the family," Gibbs said. Jenny looked up at Gibbs.
"You mean she isn't already?" Jenny said.
"You know what I meant," Gibbs said, leaning down and kissing Jenny's forehead. Then, she shifted slightly under Gibbs' arm. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just the baby. He's kicking," Jenny said, shifting again. Gibbs moved his hand to Jenny's stomach and he felt the tiny movement under her flannel shirt. A slow smile spread on his face. He knew, deep down in his heart that he hadn't been this happy since Shannon and Kelly and he was glad that he had found Jenny to fill the void.
Abby arrived at home, tossing her keys into the side dish. McGee was sitting at his typewriter, staring at the keys. Abby walked over to him and placed her arms around his shoulders.
"Writer's block?" Abby asked, kissing McGee on the back of his neck.
"Not exactly, I have an idea, just not an idea how to get there," McGee said. Abby kissed him again.
"Aww… my poor baby," Abby said. She reached down and grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair.
"Abby, I have to work," McGee protested. Abby ignored his protests and pulled him to the bedroom.
"McGee, what is more important, me or your book?" Abby said, her face turning into a pout.
"You," McGee said, kissing Abby on the nose.
"So guess what," Abby said nonchalantly. McGee looked at his wife.
"What?" McGee asked. Abby eyed him and bit her lip playfully.
"I think I'm pregnant," Abby said, pulling McGee down onto the bed next to her. McGee just stared at her.
"What?" McGee said.
"I think I'm pregnant," Abby said.
"What makes you think that?" McGee said, still clearly in shock.
"I'm late," Abby said simply. "And I took a test."
"And the test was positive?" McGee asked. Abby just nodded. McGee sat on the bed, in shock.
"Aren't you happy?" Abby asked.
"Yeah, I'm happy," McGee said, still trying to process what Abby had told him.
Later, after Abby had gone to sleep, McGee quietly got out of bed and picked up his phone. He went to the living room and dialed Tony. The phone rang a few times, and then Tony picked up the phone.
"What, McGeek," Tony mumbled.
"Well, I kind of need to talk to you," McGee said.
"Talk," Tony said, clearly not awake all the way.
"I was thinking in person. Can you meet me at the bar?"McGee asked.
"Yeah," Tony said, sighing. "Be there in twenty," he said and then hung up the phone. McGee snapped the phone shut and pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt.
Twenty minutes later, McGee walked into the bar that the team always frequented and found Tony sitting at the bar, cold beer in hand with another one sitting next to him.
"Thanks for coming, Tony," McGee said as he sat down on the barstool and took a deep drink from the bottle that Tony had bought.
"Woah, McGee, slow down. The beer isn't going anywhere," Tony said. "So what's on your mind?"
"Abby just told me she's pregnant," McGee said.
"Oh, the McGeek reproduced, good for you Probie," Tony said, clapping McGee on the back.
"No Tony, not good," McGee said, looking at his partner. "I don't know if I'm ready to be a dad." Tony studied McGee's face, and he saw fear.
"McGee, you'll make a great dad. I mean, come on, if I can be a dad, me, the Italian skirt chaser, I'm sure you can," Tony said.
"You don't understand, Tony. After watching you and Ziva go through all that you did I'm afraid that something will happen to Abby," McGee said.
"McGee, Abby will be fine. The worst that will happen to her is she'll go into caffeine withdrawal from lack of Caf-Pow. I watched you when you held Kelly. You should have seen the look on your face. You'll make a great dad, and once you hold that baby in your arms, nothing else will matter," Tony said. McGee managed a weak smile.
"Thanks, Tony," McGee said, taking another swig of his beer.
"Anytime, Tim, anytime," Tony said.
Ziva awoke on the floor in Chaim's bedroom, Tyler sound asleep in her arms next to her. Tony was standing in the doorway, smiling.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," Ziva replied as she tried to stretch without disturbing Tyler.
"McGee called me last night," Tony said.
"Yeah, is everything okay?" Ziva asked, concern immediately showing concern on her face.
"Yeah, Abby told McGee that she was pregnant and McGee was exactly ecstatic, but I talked to him," Tony said. Just then, Tyler stirred in Ziva's arms and he opened his eyes.
"Morning," he mumbled.
"Morning," Tony and Ziva said.
"I was just going to wake you up," Ziva said. "You and Chloe have to come back to NCIS with us for the day."
"Okay," Tyler said. "If you need help, I can get Chloe ready."
"Okay, thanks a lot," Ziva said.
A/N: So, it's kinda of short, I know, but I wanted a fluffy chapter that showcased the other couples. Special thanks to Cable Addict for be my wall to bounce ideas off of. Don't forget to press that little blue button down there and tell me what you think!!!