Title: Misconceptions 03/?
Author: Ceindreadh
Email: Ceindreadh@eircom.net
Website: n/a
Permission to archive: Yes to WWOMB, anybody else, please ask first.
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (general, hetero or slash) : Slash, M-PREG, Angst/hurt-comfort
Pairing/Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo, McGee/Jimmy
Rating: T
Warnings: THIS IS AN M-PREG FIC. If you don't like M-Preg then don't read it. If you read it anyway, then don't go complaining to me that you don't like it *because* it's M-Preg
Later chapters *will* feature minor character death, just so you know.
Disclaimer. I don't own the NCIS characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
Notes: Thanks to FatCat for her Beta'ing
I was going to go into this whole pseudo-scientific explanation as to how M-Preg works in this universe, but then I thought, Feck it. It works, and that's it.
Previously on NCIS. Jimmy was pregnant by McGee and they were both happy about it. Tony was also pregnant, but not so happy as Gibbs couldn't have kids, and Tony didn't know how to tell him that he must have fallen pregnant before they'd hooked up. Jimmy found out about Tony's concerns and brought him to see his OB who did an ultrasound.
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[03]
"Drink this," ordered Jimmy as he handed a steaming cup to Tony. "You look as if you need it."
Tony did indeed look very pale and shaken as he sat on a bench in the corridor outside Dr. Wu's office. He'd hardly listened as the doc had checked her measurements again and confirmed her estimated age of the fetus. He'd been vaguely aware of her giving Jimmy the referral to the clinic that Tony would need if he went ahead with his plans to have a termination, and he also heard her recommend a counselor. "What ever you decide to do, Tony, it would probably be no harm to contact Dr. Jackson either way."
Now Tony took the cup from Jimmy with shaking hands. He sipped it carefully, nearly spitting it out when he realized what it was, "Tea?" he said, looking at Jimmy indignantly.
Jimmy sat down beside Tony, "You need something to calm you down a bit, and too much caffeine isn't a good idea at this stage of your pregnancy." He pushed aside the thought that it wasn't really going to make much difference if Tony was going to have a termination.
Tony managed a wry smile, "Probably lucky that I'm the one knocked up then and not Gibbs." His face fell, "Jeez, Jimmy, what the hell am I gonna do?" He sat back on the bench, letting his head fall back against the wall.
Jimmy frowned, "I don't understand. I thought you were worried about Gibbs finding out you were having somebody else's baby."
"You don't get it, do you? Gibbs can't have kids because he went and got himself a vasectomy, *years* ago. I know they don't always take, but he wouldn't have done if he wasn't serious about not wanting kids, so what's he gonna say when he finds out I'm having one for him...what if he doesn't want *this* one? I...I don't want to lose him. I just...I just can't get my head around it all. For the last few weeks I've either been trying to convince myself that I wasn't pregnant...or psyching myself up to go and make myself not *be* pregnant any more...and now everything has changed and I...I just don't know what to do." He sighed heavily, "And I don't know how Gibbs is gonna react and I don't know how I *want* him to react...and...and...I don't know that I'm ready to be a father and I just know that I'm gonna screw it all up, just like my old man, and I just don't know what to do..." Tony's hands were shaking so much that he nearly squashed the paper cup.
Jimmy quickly took the tea away from Tony. "Look at me, Tony," he said firmly, waiting until Tony had made eye contact before he continued, "Take a deep breath...in...and out...in...and out..." Once Tony had calmed down a little, Jimmy said, "Firstly...you do not have to make any decision immediately. You heard what Dr. Wu said, if you want to terminate this pregnancy, you still have time to decide. I know you're scared...I know you're freaking out," Jimmy smiled, "You should have seen me when I got it confirmed, I was like Chicken Little for the first few days...running around feeling like the sky was falling in on me. And Tim was almost as bad. He wanted to buy every baby book on the market to make sure we weren't making any mistakes."
"Yeah, but at least you guys had each other. I...I don't know if I'll have Jethro any more once I tell him."
"You won't be alone," said Jimmy, gently. "Whatever happens, I promise you, you won't be alone." He squeezed Tony's hands.
"Thanks Jimmy. That...that means a lot." Tony sighed heavily, "And don't take this the wrong way...but you're really not the person I need to be having this conversation with."
"Gibbs?"
Tony nodded. "I...I *have* to tell him. It's his kid...I owe him that much...I just gotta wait for the right time."
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Jimmy was curled up on the couch half asleep when McGee returned home that night.
"Hey there," he said, sleepily, hearing McGee approach. He started to sit up but McGee pushed him back down, kissing him on the lips as he did so. Jimmy wrapped his arms around McGee, holding him close. "You're late."
"I know, love," said McGee. "Gibbs had me checking the video feed from the McGuffin crime scene...*again*." He straightened up.
"I kept some dinner for you, it'll only take a few minutes in the microwave."
"You mean you didn't eat it all yourself?" teased McGee.
"That only happened *once*!" laughed Jimmy. "Besides, you were the one worrying that I wasn't eating enough!" He yawned widely. "Sorry, just can't seem to stay awake these evenings."
"You go to bed, I'll join you when I've eaten." McGee pulled Jimmy to his feet and gave him a peck on his cheek. "Don't forget to brush your teeth," he added as he went into the small kitchen.
"Yes Mom," he heard Jimmy call back.
McGee set the microwave going and then busied himself grabbing a knife and fork. Moving past the kitchen table, he accidentally knocked Jimmy's jacket off the chair it had been draped over. Tutting to himself about boyfriends who didn't hang their clothes up properly, McGee noticed a piece of paper on the floor. "Must have fallen out of his pocket," he said to himself, even as he reached down for it.
He hadn't intended to read it, figuring it was just some M.E. related business or something, but seeing the logo of Doctor Wu's clinic on the letterhead, he assumed it was some pre-natal stuff that he ought to see.
McGee frowned as he read the notes. This was dated today, but he knew they hadn't had any appointments scheduled with Doctor Wu for another week or so. And why the heck was there a referral to a family planning clinic? It wasn't like he and Jimmy were doing to need any contraception for now. McGee rummaged through the jacket pockets coming up with a handful of scrap paper...and a business card. "Doctor E. Jackson," he read to himself, wondering just what Jimmy was doing with a card for a shrink in his pocket.
McGee's dinner cooled on the table beside him as he booted up his laptop. It took him less than a minute to bring up the home page for the clinic and he quickly scanned the site. The words 'terminations' hit him like a slap in the face.
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To be continued
Author's Chapter Notes:
Jimmy's having McGee's baby and they're both happy. Tony's pregnant too, but not quite so happy.
Chapter End Notes:
I wrote a fic called Reality Check, which featured an M-Preg dream. Feedback was so positive that I decided to do the real thing.