This is being written in collaboration with my talented friend nightchild78. We are having fun bouncing ideas off each other, and sharing in the excitement of watching this story unfold!

Special thanks to Rose Malmaison for making the image to go along with this fic!

Categories: NCIS/Torchwood

Rating: M

Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Tim McGee, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer / Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper.

Pairings: Tony/Gibbs, Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen.

Warnings: Swearing, slash, Mpreg, explicit sexual situations.

Spoilers: Set during the 6th season of NCIS and after Children of Earth for Torchwood. Mentions of the episodes SWAK and Requiem for NCIS, and for the episodes Cyberwoman, To the Last Man, Dead Man Walking, A Day In the Death, Exit Wounds as well as the whole of season 3 of Torchwood. Miracle Day never happened.

Disclaimer: We don't own these characters. We just like to play with them.

(Author's note: Thank you for all of the positive feedback on the last chapter! I can't begin to tell you how much fun this story is to write! I'm happy that those of you reading it are also getting enjoyment out of it. :) )

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Jack should have known.

The instant he met Tony, Jack felt an immediate connection to the pregnant NCIS Special Agent. He had read Tony's file. He knew he was a strong, capable agent and man. He was a survivor, who had gone through things in his life that would break lesser men.

But he was also aware that Tony was entering a frightening new stage in his life. One that his 20th century born body wasn't ready for.

Jack felt instantly protective of Tony. Wanting to offer him comfort and support in any way he could. And he didn't understand why. Why did this random person who he barely knew stir this nurturing need within him?

Now he understood.

Looking at Tony, confusion, happiness and disbelief dancing over the younger man's face, Jack couldn't help but smile.

As green eyes stared with wonder and surprise at Jack's revelation, Jack caught a look in Tony that reminded him of both the baby girl he'd held ever so briefly and the man he shared his life with for a while.

"Y-you're...my grandfather?" Tony stammered. "You mean mom was the daughter you gave up? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I only just found out myself," Jack answered, taking hold of his grandson's hand. "Owen found 51st century pheremones present in your body. Seeing as I'm the only other person he knows who has those, he ran a DNA test and found we're related. After he told me, I immediately looked up your ascendance and found that my Annabelle is your mother."

"Do you think that's why I got pregnant?" Tony asked

Jack shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe."

"But...I've had sex with other men, and this is the first time it's happened." Tony gave Jack a quizzical look. Just when he thought he'd had it figured out, more questions arose.

Jack shook his head. "Your genetic make up is still predominantly of your own time. I do think your 51st century DNA played a part in you becoming pregnant. But it wasn't the only contributing factor. My guess is that you came in contact with something that worked with your DNA to make you pregnant."

"And Torchwood is going to get to the bottom of this?" Tony asked, looking at Jack hopefully.

"We're going to do our best," Jack promised with a smile, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

"Is something wrong?" Tony asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"Nothing at all," Jack said, smiling even as he let out a small sob. "Look at you! Annabelle's boy! I just can't believe we found each other!"

"Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Tony laid back down, lacking the strength or energy to sit up any longer.

"Well, I've seen some pretty amazing things in my lifetime. But I have to admit, this was totally unexpected."

Jack pulled the blankets up around Tony's shoulders and, unable to help himself, he gazed down lovingly at him. Tony didn't seem to mind this, an unspoken familial bond already present between them.

"Tony, I don't expect us to be close right away. But I would be happy for the opportunity to get to know you better. Maybe you could tell me more about your mother?"

"Of course," Tony smiled up at Jack.

Just as Tony served as a reminder of the daughter Jack had lost, Jack also reminded Tony of his mother. The humor, kindness, playfulness and strength present in Jack were all a part of who his late mother was, and a big influence on who Tony had become.

Grandfather and grandson sat in a comfortable silence until Tony fell asleep. Both of them had been alone for most of their respective lives, and they were now feeling so blessed to have found one another. Happy that they could share in such an amazing, life changing event as Tony's pregnancy.

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Gibbs entered the bullpen, a coffee in each hand. He walked over to McGee's desk, handing him a coffee without a word, before sitting down at his desk with his own.

Ziva eyed her two co workers with their coffees. Gibbs was obviously making a display of not getting her one. But she chose not to dwell in it, focusing instead on her paperwork.

"How's Tony doing this morning?" McGee asked Gibbs, taking a sip of coffee.

"Hard to tell," Gibbs answered absent-mindedly, his body at the office, but his mind clearly back at the manor with Tony. "The shots seem to be helping, but he's asleep most of the time. Owen also gave him something for the nausea. Tony told me to thank you for bringing his clothes yesterday." Gibbs paused, taking a gulp of coffee, then turned towards McGee, conspicuously ignoring Ziva's glances. "I'm gonna need to get more from his apartment later today. "

"Oh. Right. I can give you a hand, if you want." McGee paused for a second, then smiled benevolently. " I hope Tony's health improves now that he's on bed rest."

McGee had been at the house when Tony had his terrifying outburst. The memory of his screams and sobs still gave the young agent chills. He hadn't dared to follow Gibbs into the room, unsure if his presence might set Tony off. But Ducky had informed him that Tony would be on bed rest for the remainder of his pregnancy, and McGee felt it was just as well. It was frightening just how weak Tony had already become. It reminded him of when Tony had the plague, and he didn't like it. That time had been a close call. Far too close.

"His clothes won't fit him for long," McGee noted. "Gotta take the baby bump into account."

Ziva snickered derisively.

"Something funny, Officer David?" Gibbs asked, giving her an icy glare.

"Just enjoying the mental image," she answered in a sing-song voice.

Deciding to overlook Ziva's childish comments and instead confront her about the real issue, Gibbs walked up to her desk, leaning into her personal space.

"You better have a damn good reason for not going to see Tony last weekend," he growled in a low, menacing voice so no one else could hear them.

"You have no ownership of my time outside of work," Ziva responded, unfazed by her boss' tone.

"Tony would be there for any one of us at a moment's notice if we needed him and you know it! I thought I could expect the same from you," Gibbs snarled, pounding on Ziva's desk.

Ziva looked up at Gibbs, her expression challenging.

"I do not think you would care so much if you had not put a cake in Tony's oven."

"You mean 'bun'," McGee corrected her. "Tony has a bun in the oven."

"Well, yes, Gibbs put something in Tony. We all know this," Ziva smirked.

If Gibbs could have punched Ziva then and there, he would have. He wanted to holler at the top of his voice. But in the workplace setting, a low, menacing tone would have to suffice.

"You think this is fun for Tony? You think he hasn't suffered enough? He could have lost the baby when he fell yesterday. He's a screaming wreck from hormones. He barely has the strength to get out of bed. He nearly fainted when I was helping him to the bathroom this morning. He's scared. He has trouble controlling his own body. If it wasn't for Torchwood...I don't even want think about what would happen to him." Gibbs leaned closer into Ziva's ear as he saw her eyes widen at his description of Tony's condition.

"Do you still think this is funny, Officer David?"

Ziva shook her head sheepishly.

"No. I do not."

Backing away from Ziva, Gibbs' tone softened slightly.

"Then go see him."

"I can not," Ziva said distantly, looking back at her work.

"I thought you told me you were okay with us."

"I did and I was. But that thing... that baby,'" Her lips twisted disparagingly. "It's too much to take. I can't go on as if this madness was perfectly normal. Sorry." The last word was softer as she averted her eyes and looked away.

With a bitter groan, Gibbs walked back to his desk and threw away his cup.

"I need more coffee," he grumbled, before striding to the elevator.

"Ziva! What the hell is your problem?" McGee asked, once Gibbs had gone. "Tony is our friend. I'd think you would be more supportive of him."

"Tony is my team mate, not my friend," Ziva corrected him.

"We see each other every day. We put our lives on the line for one another. And you know what? Gibbs was right. Tony would do anything to help any one of us. You and I both know that he has on more than one occasion. That, to me, is a friend." McGee sat back in his chair, folded his arms and waited for Ziva's reply.

"W...ell, I suppose you are right," Ziva stammered. "The facts are just hard for me to accept."

"It's an adjustment for everyone," McGee admitted. "Well, except for Jack, but that guy comes from the future so I guess it helps." He let out a chuckle. "Oh God, I can believe I just said that. I suddenly feel like Fox Mulder in X files." He shook his head and turned towards his partner. "Anyway, if I were you, I'd avoid talking to Gibbs until you go see Tony and clear the air. Unless you have a death wish, of course."

Ziva sighed, staring blankly at the sheet of paper in her hand. "Yes. I supposed you are right."

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Gibbs sighed, looking around Tony's apartment as he zipped up the suitcase filled with a new set of clothes. When Tony left for work a few days ago, he probably had no idea it was certainly the last time he would see his apartment. After the baby was born, Tony would be moving in with Gibbs. It only made sense. The mere idea of spending even one night away from his lover was unbearable.

Since the very moment they had gotten together, Gibbs had planned to ask Tony to come and live with him. But before he had a chance to do so, Tony had fallen sick and things had started to spin out of control.

In the bathroom, Gibbs packed away Tony's electric razor, and sealed his shampoo and body wash in plastic bags. Even on bed rest, Tony would want to look his best. Gibbs smiled to himself, thinking it was impossible for him to look anything but handsome.

Opening the medicine cabinet to look for Tony's deodorant, Gibbs was more than surprised to find two prescription bottles. Curious and slighty worried, he picked them up and looked them over, brows furrowing in concern as he read their labels.

"Oh, Tony...Why didn't you tell me?"

Setting the bottles down on the sink, Gibbs pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed.

"Ducky? There's something you need to know."

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Gibbs needed to talk to Tony. He needed to understand the hurt the younger man had been holding inside, and why he hadn't dared to confide to him. He needed to find out what was eating up the man he loved inside. The man who was carrying his child. Who he had sworn in his heart to love and protect from hurt and tears. That same man was carrying wounds in his heart, and had kept them hidden away.

Tony was proud, and used to hiding his pain. Gibbs understood this. The last several days must have been hell for him, feeling so out of control of his own emotions. Gibbs wanted to be the steadying presence Tony needed. But first, he needed to better understand Tony's pain.

Gibbs knew that Jack wanted to talk to him. Ducky had said as much over the phone, after urging Gibbs to tell Jack about the pills in Tony's medicine cabinet. "Jack deserves to know," the medical examiner had said, though Gibbs had no idea why anyone not directly involved with Tony's treatment would need such information. Be as it may, Ducky had already told him that he would spread the news to Owen and that together they would try to figure out how to help Tony, at least medically. Withholding his treatment was likely to have had a bad effect on his health and increased his symptoms, but Ducky seemed confident, and Gibbs trusted he and Owen to find a solution.

Arriving at the Torchwood house, Gibbs was greeted at the door by Jack, who motioned him to sit in the kitchen and join he and Ianto for a cup of tea. Though not usually a tea drinker, Gibbs didn't want to refuse his gracious hosts.

Talking over tea, Gibbs was more than a little surprised by the news that Jack was Tony's grandfather. But, given what he knew about the rest of Tony's family, it was a comforting thought to know that Tony would have family with him during his pregnancy, which had already proven to be a difficult one. No matter that Jack looked more like Tony's older brother than his grandfather, he was a good man. Gibbs liked and trusted him almost immediately, which was a rare thing for the former marine. The same could be said for the entire Torchwood team. There was an honesty and loyalty about them; two qualities he admired more than almost anything.

Now that Gibbs understood Jack's connection to Tony, he knew why Ducky had urged him to be open with the man. And if Gibbs told Jack, he would have to tell Ianto as well. Gibbs understood. Tony was Jack's family. Ianto was Jack's partner. So, in a way, Ianto was family, too.

"You talk to Tony first," Jack decided. "If he feels like opening up to me, that's something he can decide for himself. I don't want him to feel that we're ganging up on him. Even though I'm genetically his grandfather, I'm not going to presume any kind of closeness this early on. That needs to be earned."

Gibbs nodded. "In Tony's condition, that's probably best. He doesn't - "

Jack's cell rang, cutting Gibbs off.

"Hello, Tony... Well... Actually, Jethro is here. Would you like him to help you?...All right. I'll send him in."

Ending the call, Jack looked back at Gibbs. "Tony needs you to help him to the bathroom. He's still too dizzy to go on his own."

Gibbs nodded, standing up. "Good talk. Good tea." With those last words, he smiled at Ianto. While it was true he wasn't a tea drinker, he had to admit there was something exceptional about the way the Welshman brewed it.

"Thank you, sir," Ianto smiled graciously, with a slight bow of the head.

Once in the bedroom, Gibbs found Tony still lying down, phone in hand, eyes half closed. Obviously just waking up.

"Hey, Jethro," Tony greeting in a weak, raspy voice.

"Hey." Gibbs gave Tony a kiss on the lips before helping him to sit up and swing his feet over the side of the bed. "Gotta hit the head, huh?"

"Mmhmm," Tony grunted, too dizzy to nod.

Helping Tony to his feet, Gibbs walked alongside him as he slowly shuffled towards the bathroom.

"I heard about you and Jack," Gibbs commented, his heart warmed by the smile that crept across Tony's face at his words. Gibbs knew Tony was craving so much for the affection. He really deserved to experience the love a family could offer.

"Pretty crazy, right?" Tony chuckled softly. "But it's nice. It's good to have family around now."

The couple walked into the bathroom together, Gibbs holding Tony steady as the younger man pulled down his pants. Supporting Tony as he sat and making sure he didn't fall.

"Jack wants to know more about my mom," Tony said, continuing their conversation as he urinated. "I'm going to need to remember pretty far back. It would be nice to have some pictures to show him. I have a few old photo albums at my apartment. Could you get them after work tomorrow?"

"Sure. Not a problem." This was a perfect opening to bring up the pills, Gibbs thought. But was it the right time? In Tony's current state, was there ever a right time?

"I'm done," Tony said, pulling Gibbs out of his thoughts.

Tony appeared unsteady as he attempted to stand, so Gibbs allowed him to rest his hands on his shoulders as he pulled the younger man's pants up. His hands rested for a moment on Tony's shapely buttocks. God, he was so gorgeous! So fucking gorgeous! He wanted oh so desperately to fuck that ass again. But it was off limits until after the baby was born. That didn't stop Gibbs from firmly gripping Tony's cheeks, pulling him close and enjoying the feeling of Tony's warm, firm body against his own. Tony moaned softly, but was still mostly limp in Gibbs' arms.

Guiding Tony to the sink, Gibbs stood behind him as he washed his hands, effectively holding him upright. God, Tony smelled good! He always smelled so good to Gibbs! If he had talked to Jack about it, Gibbs would learn that it was the 51st century pheromones. Not nearly as strong as they were in Jack, but strong enough to drive a sexual partner mad with desire. No need to wonder why he used to leave so many conquests in his wake.

"I picked up some things from your apartment today," Gibbs told Tony, handing the pregnant man a towel as he leaned against the sink. "Just some clothes and toiletries."

"Thanks," Tony said absently, handing Gibbs the used towel to hang back on the rack.

Linking arms with Tony, the pair slowly walked back to the bedroom. Gibbs decided it was as good a time as any to bring up his discovery.

" I saw the pills in your medicine cabinet. I never knew you were being treated for anxiety and depression."

Tony said nothing for awhile, looking away from Gibbs as he was helped into bed.

"Tony?" Gibbs' tone was gentle as he pulled the blankets up around his lover.

"I couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell anyone," Tony's response was barely audible, his face turned into the pillow.

"Why is that?" Gibbs asked, lying down beside Tony and carding his fingers through his hair.

"I worried you'd think I couldn't do my job. That I was unfit to be an NCIS agent," Tony confessed. And I needed to work! I needed to be able to see you every day because...because I feel safe with you. I couldn't afford to lose my job, because I couldn't stand the thought of not being with you. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged."

Tony knew he was being more open than he ordinarily would be. But this was Gibbs he was talking to. The one person he felt safe being himself around. Besides, the cat was out of the bag. How much worse could it be?

"Oh, I know you're more than capable. You've proven that time and time again," Gibbs whispered, warm air lovingly hitting Tony's ear. "What bothers me is that you've been suffering alone all this time."

"It was my job, right?" Tony laughed bitterly. "It's what people expected of me. Be the comic relief of the team. Be the clown. I couldn't let the team down...I couldn't let you down."

Gibbs felt a twinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach. For years, Tony had been the reason he had come into work. The one who could lift his spirits, and bring light into the darkness that was part of their jobs. He had no idea that the very person that made him happier was living with such sadness. Gibbs felt like such a selfish bastard for failing to notice Tony's pain.

"I haven't been able to keep my meds down lately - which is just as well, I guess - and my feelings...have gotten away from me. I feel like I'm not in control of myself, and I hate it. I hate that everyone has seen that side of me now." Tony's voice was thick and choked with emotion. "Do you know how it feels to lose control of your own mind? I...I'm scared."

Turning around onto his side to face Gibbs, Tony collapsed onto the older man's chest, sobbing.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be weak. I'm shouldn't cry."

"Shh...it's okay," Gibbs soothed, massaging the back of Tony's head. "You said it yourself; you feel safe with me. Well, here I am. I'm not going anywhere."

Gibbs held Tony's trembling form until the younger man fell asleep in his arms. It pained him to see Tony broken like this. To know that the smiles, jokes, witty remarks and movie references were all a part of his elaborate facade to make everyone believe he was all right, while inside he was screaming.

"We're gonna get you the help you need, Tony," Gibbs whispered, kissing the top of his head. "I promise."

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The following day, tension hung thick in the bullpen. Gibbs and Ziva were barely on speaking terms, and McGee was left to play peace keeper. It was just as bad in the lab, as Abby made her displeasure with the Mossad officer abundantly clear. McGee wished he was endowed with Tony's ability to lighten the mood with a joke or an inappropriate remark. It was in moments like these that he missed his partner the most.

He could understand how the situation might make Ziva a bit uncomfortable. Less than a week before, alien hunters and ghosts were only urban legends, let alone male pregnancy. What he didn't understand was the near disdain on her face at the mere mention of Tony or his pregnancy. It wasn't like Tony had done anything to her personally, and McGee honestly found her lack of concern and empathy sickening.

"Is Tony feeling any better today?" McGee almost whispered as he approached Gibbs' desk.

"Hard to tell," Gibbs answered. "But he's more alert. I'll take that as a good sign."

"Is he up to talking on the phone yet? I could call him when I have a free moment," McGee offered.

"Yeah. He should be," Gibbs said with a distant smile, his mind clearly still with Tony. "He'll be glad to hear from you."

McGee couldn't help but to observe that Gibbs had changed since beginning his relationship with Tony. He was less gruff, and laughed more openly. Since learning he was going to be a father again, a warmth had crept into his personality as well. The changes were subtle. Those who didn't know him well might not even pick up on them. But McGee saw them, and knew that it was all because of Tony.

Smiling to himself as he sat back down, he thought there was no way to feel anything but happy for the expectant couple. Eyeing Ziva warily, he wondered if she would ever come around to seeing things this way.

The whole situation felt like a surreal dream. McGee wasn't about to deny that. But take away the strange circumstances, and it was all very touching. And the news he had received from Gibbs about Jack and Tony's connection made it even better.

A couple that previously believed they would never have a child of their own, suddenly expecting. A man finally meeting the grandfather he never knew he had. Both touching events on their own.

Never mind that the expectant "mother" is a man, or that the grandfather is an immortal alien hunter from the future who looks roughly the same age as his grandson. These were human beings, with human emotions, going through very human things. When looked at from that perspective, it was easy for McGee to overlook the aspects that many would understandably consider abnormal. Maybe also because he had always been attracted by sci-fi and fantasy concepts and was more familiar with these kinds of topics.

Out of the corner of his eye, McGee saw two figures exiting the elevator and felt his jaw drop. Turning his gaze, he saw Jack wearing a U.S. Army Colonel's uniform, and Ianto in a pristine tailored three piece suit, even more sophisticated looking that the ones he usually wore, if that was even possible. Jack was already dashing his his vintage outfit and his long gray coat. But right now, in his impeccable uniform, he looked simply breathtaking. McGee didn't fail to notice the hungry looks both men earned from the female staff, and also from a few men too.

The Torchwood leader gave the team a sly wink as he and Ianto headed straight upstairs towards Director Vance's office.

McGee and Ziva exchanged befuddled looks.

"What are they doing here?" Ziva mouthed.

McGee simply shrugged. He was just as lost as Ziva.

The pair turned to face Gibbs, who wore the faintest hint of a knowing grin on his face. When Director Vance called to him from the stairway, he didn't seem surprised at all. It almost seemed he was expecting it.