Title: The Morning After
Author:
reprint Rating: T
Pairings involved: Tony/Kate, McGee/Abby, Gibbs/Jenny
Warnings: none really
Short description: Ending up in Anthony DiNozzo's bed was not at the top of Caitlin Todd's 'to do' list...
Chapter 27: Good Advice, Faulty Condoms
Tony was sitting on the bed later that night, listening to Kate throwing up in the bathroom. When he had come in initially to pick up some of his clothes so he could surprise Kate by doing his own washing, he was surprised to hear her in there. He wanted to knock on the bathroom door, and ask if she was alright, but he decided he would wait until she came out.
Which eventually, she did. When Kate came out of the bathroom, her eyes widened when she saw Tony standing there.
“We need to talk.” She said, sounding defeated. “You may not like it.”
Tony sat down on the bed, and looked up at her. “You’re right.” He said, an amused smile on his face. “I thought morning sickness was reserved only for the morning.”
Kate’s mouth fell open. “H-how long have you known?”
“A couple of days.” Tony confessed. “You’ve been awfully moody. You’re always tired. Your sex drive has bombed over the past week or so,” Kate glared at him at that, “And you’ve been throwing up.” He smiled. “I thought it was just a reaction to the macaroni I made, but it would appear that isn’t the case.”
Kate huffed in annoyance. “I only found out this morning. I took a test just to humour…” She stopped dead, remembering that she promised Abby she wouldn’t say anything to anyone until McGee knew.
But Tony was intrigued. “You took a test to humour whom?”
“Erm…” Kate thought quickly of a friend of hers that Tony didn’t know. “Someone who thought she was pregnant. Silly.”
Tony opened his mouth to ask her who, but she covered her mouth quickly, running back into the bathroom and slamming the door. Tony couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened to her emptying her stomach, and left the room.
As he stood in the hallway, Tony thought about who the other pregnant girl was. ‘Maybe McGeek will know.’ He thought to himself as he walked downstairs to get the phone. He dialled his number, and Abby answered. “Hello?”
“Hey Abs.” Tony said. “Is Probie around? Kate told me something interesting, and I want to know if he knows who she was talking about.”
“What did Kate say? I might know. When it comes to gossip, Tony, you should know that I’m the one you come to!” Abby laughed, and Tony couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Sure. But, before I tell you, did you know that Kate’s pregnant?”
“Duh.” Abby replied. “She was with me when she found out.”
“She was?” Tony asked, incredulous. Pieces were starting to fit together in his head, and a grin was spreading on his face.
“Yes, Tony, she was.” Abby said. “I’ll get Tim if you want.”
“Nah, it’s okay.” Tony said. “Listen, would you and Probie like to come around for brunch tomorrow? We can celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“The fact that there are at least two babies on the way, that’s what.” Tony said slyly.
Abby shrieked. “Tony! Did Kate tell you?”
“No.” Tony replied truthfully. “You just did.” Abby cursed, and Tony grinned. “So, how about brunch? We won’t have wine since the ladies can’t have any alcohol.”
“I’ll have to talk to Tim first.” Abby said sullenly.
“You haven’t told him about the baby?”
“I just found out myself!” She protested. Tony could clearly hear the effect the hormones were having on Abby. At one minute she sounded happy and bright, and the next minute she sounded dark and miserable.
“Well, tell him tonight.” Tony chuckled. “Us men don’t like the fact that we’re going to be fathers hidden from us for too long.”
“Whatever.” Abby snapped. Then she giggled. “Anyway, I’ll talk to Tim tonight and we’ll meet you tomorrow morning.”
The line went dead before Tony could answer, and he smiled. ‘Probie is in for a fright tonight.’
-
Early on Monday morning, Gibbs was sitting at his desk, watching the news on the large TV. It was early in the morning, very early, so there wasn’t much in the way of news.
Apart from one news report which would probably raise concern in any man.
“Breaking news from the newsroom; we have just received reports from one of our correspondents that America’s top-selling condom factory have been selling faulty condoms for the past two months. Yes, you heard me correctly gentlemen; faulty. It was apparently unknown to anyone until a hospital in the Manhattan area had reports of almost five times the normal amount of pregnancies in women ranging from 13 - 45 years of age. We’re crossing over to our reporter now, who is standing outside the condom factory with the company’s representative…”
Gibbs couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the comments about the report on the television. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he heard the ding of the elevator. Moments later, Kate and Abby came in, talking quietly to each other. When they saw Gibbs, they smirked.
“Morning, Gibbs.” Kate greeted.
“Yeah, morning!” Abby smirked. “Have you heard the news?”
Gibbs looked at the two. “You mean about the faulty condoms?”
The two girls looked at each other, wide eyed. “Faulty condoms?”
“Uh huh.” Gibbs said. “They’ve been selling them faulty for the past two months, and they had no idea.”
“I bet you hope Jenny isn’t pregnant.” Abby teased, earning a dirty look from Gibbs.
“I wouldn’t mind.” Gibbs shrugged. “Have a family before I get too old…”
Kate smirked. “Well, you could always babysit for me and Abby.”
That sentence almost caused Gibbs to fall out of his chair. “Babysit?” He repeated, regaining his composure. “Are you two…?”
The two nodded. Kate made an excuse and went up to her office before Gibbs could really congratulate her - it might have been morning sickness - and Abby remained, a sad smile on her face.
“Are you thinking about Kelly?” She asked, placing a hand on his arm. Gibbs just looked into her eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. That was answer enough. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Gibbs, you aren’t going to be alone. You have an amazing girlfriend who loves and respects you, and all your friends around you. And one day, maybe, you’ll have another amazing child who will look up to you, and say to all his friends, ‘My dad is Jethro Gibbs!’” He chuckled at that, and she smiled at him. “See, I cheered you up! You owe me a Caf-Pow!”
He laughed, and she headed back towards the lift, humming a song.
Things weren’t going to be so bad after all.
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