ME Wofford thinks I'm broody. She may be right. Either way, here is my attempt at babyfic. I anticipate a little bit of angst, because I can't see a baby just falling into Gibbs' lap – but not too much, and the sweet moments should make the angst pale in comparison. At least that's the plan. Hope you enjoy it.
"His secretary says he is attending a Lamaze class?" Ziva said as she looked up from the phone.
"It's a method that reinforces the ideas that women's inner wisdom guides them through birth, that the birthing experience has long-lasting effects on family life, and that childbirth education empowers women to make informed choices about their own health care," McGee rattled off from his station.
"Whoa ..." said Tony, angling his head to look at his colleague. "That's quite a mouthful. Anything you wanna share?"
"No," said McGee with a slight look of shock. "It says so right here on this ... ohhhh ..."
The other two encroached on his territory. Tony took one look at the video playing and then looked at Ziva.
"Glad I'm not having any babies," was all he said.
"Are you alright McGee?" she asked instead.
"Yeah. That's ..."
"A lot of blood. You got a problem with blood, probie?"
"Not at crime scenes," he said. "But I'm not sure I'd survive seeing someone I love going through this."
He eyed the video through half-closed eyes.
"I do not understand why women in labour are always shown screaming or holding their partner's hand in a death grip. I am sure I will be silent."
Tony leaned forward.
"I bet you'll break the doctor's neck with your ankles as he .."
"Hey!" Gibbs shouted as he walked up to them. "Got an address?"
"He is attending a Lamaze class at Sibley Memorial," Ziva replied.
"McGee, Di Nozzo .. lets go" he said. "Ziva – I want you waiting in one of conference room when we return. Lets all remember – he is not a suspect, but he does have information we need. We'll assume the pregnant wife is coming as well, so make sure the room isn't too cold or too hot and make sure you pick one close to the restroom. And find her something to raise her feet."
"Like what?" Ziva asked, somewhat flummoxed.
Gibbs spared her an irritated glance.
"I don't care, David. Get a box from the evidence locker, ask Abby, just make sure it's there. You two waiting for a slap upside the head? Lets go!"
McGee exchanged a wary look with Tony and then took off after him.
Tony popped his head around the door.
"Hi. Can I help you?" the petite instructress asked.
"Um ... just wondering how much longer the class is going to last?"
"I booked the room last week. They can't seriously have messed up again," she said. Looking round at all the people in the room who were already muttering under their breath.
"Nothing like that," he replied. "Just need to have a word with one of your ... guests."
He stepped close to her and flashed his badge discreetly.
The instructress looked at her watch and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Lets take five, people," she said without alerting them to Tony's identity.
Tony gave her the thumbs up sign and sought out the man in question. He conversed with him for a while and then pulled out his cell phone.
"Boss, " he said as he moved into a far corner. "Class will be over in about twenty minutes. He's asking us not to pull him. Says the wife's kinda upset about the whole thing."
"Okay," Gibbs replied. "Stay with him. I'm going to get coffee. Be back in twenty."
Tony closed his phone and turned back to the man.
"We'll wait," he said with a smile.
The instructress made her way over to him a moment later.
"Can I carry on?" she asked.
"Sure can," Tony said, taking in her appearance with a smile. "I just need to hang around though. Hope that's not going to be a problem?"
"Not at all," she said as she flashed him a smile. "Actually ... do you think I could impose on you, once you're staying?"
Tony looked at her quizzically.
"There are a few women who have no partners tonight. Do you think you could help out?"
Tony looked round the room.
"How many?" he asked, a devilish grin breaking out over his face.
"Two. Maybe you can at least practice with one of them?"
"I can do you one better. My colleague's outside. I'm sure he'd love to help."
"Great. I'd appreciate it," she said, touching his arm in a way that didn't escape Tony.
"Glad to help. Maybe you can make it up to me sometime?"
"Be happy to," she said as she sashayed away.
Tony pulled the door open.
"McGee," he hissed. "Get in here."
Five minutes later they were on their hands and knees practicing swaying their hips around alongside two very heavily pregnant women.
"Husbands, and significant others," the instructress said to the class, "enjoy the motion now. You probably haven't had that much action recently."
Laughter echoed round the room and Tony shot McGee a grin.
"He he," he whispered.
McGee just rolled his eyes.
The instructress moved to the next step.
"Now that you're all loosened up, lets practice that angry cat pose."
McGee smiled at his partner and waited patiently for her to get in position. When she did, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"McGee!" Tony called. He stared at him for a moment, until he followed the path his eyes had taken. He had a hard time containing his laughter.
McGee's redheaded partner turned round and saw the look on his face.
"You have a ... um ..." McGee started, using his finger to point at what had caught his attention.
She looked down at her yoga pants for a moment, and then she sucked in a breath.
"Oh my God," she said, plonking herself heavily down on her bottom and clasping a hand to her mouth. She started to laugh uncontrollably after a while, and McGee couldn't tell if it was the embarassment or whether she really thought it was funny that she had a gaping hole in the seat of her pants.
"Jenny – are you alright?" the instructress said, stopping at her side and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm fine" the redhead said. "Just traumatising the young man over here. Sorry .." she said, placing a hand on his.
McGee blushed furiously and lowered his head.
"Please don't be embarassed," she said. "I'm embarassed enough for both of us."
He raised his eyes to hers and was struck by how intense they were. She smiled reassuringly at him and patted his hand again.
"I don't think I have embarassing holes anywhere else," she said with a snort. "At least I hope not."
"Okay," the instructress said. "Now I want you to face each other. Look deeply into each other's eyes, take deep breaths, and then let them out with a groan."
"She can't be serious," Jen whispered to McGee with a slight chuckle.
"I think she is" he replied, feeling only slightly less uneasy.
His partner watched as he positioned himself in front of her and looked into her eyes.
"You have pretty eyes," she said - trying to ease the tension.
McGee blushed again.
"Okay, come on ... lets be serious."
She gazed deep into his eyes and took in a deep breath. The mischief in her eyes was plain to see, but she still managed to take him by surprise.
"Mooooo" she said in deep voice – before she fell over laughing.
Tony looked over at them and gesticulated.
"What the hell are you doing?" he mouthed at him.
McGee shrugged and looked at Jenny, who was holding out her hand and asking to be righted. The sound of gentle moaning filled the air, and a quick look round told him that everyone else was taking things seriously. Even Tony was caught up in the moment. By the time he turned back around she was struggling to get to her feet.
"I need the restroom," she said. "I can't laugh without needing to pee these days. And that was a good laugh. Actually ..." she looked at her watch. "I think I'm going to call it a night. I live close by, and I think I can wait till I get home. Have a bit of a phobia about peeing in public places."
She accepted his hand and raised herself to her feet. She shrugged on her coat and waved at the instructress as she walked out the door, McGee on her heels.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he got into the elevator with her.
"Seeing you to your car," he said with a smile. "Got another ten minutes to kill anyway."
She stuck out her hand as the doors slid closed.
"Jenny Shepard," she said.
"Timothy McGee," he replied with a handshake of her own.
"Thanks for helping out," she said gently. "It's kinda tough being in there on my own usually."
The elevator doors slid open at foyer level to reveal Gibbs standing there, coffee cup in hand.
"Going somewhere, McGee?" he asked.
"No, actually, I was just ..."
"Uh-huh," Gibbs said as he stepped aside for Jen to get out.
Jenny smiled at him and then gave McGee a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks again. I like the name Timmy. I might call the baby that if it's a boy."
"Bye," he said, raising his hand as Gibbs stepped in next to him.
The doors were just sliding closed when they heard her call out.
"I think I left my car keys up there," she said with a huff as she got back into the car. "I swear you lose a million brain cells when you're pregnant."
She looked at Gibbs and smiled, and then elbowed Tim in the ribs.
"Is it like a rule or something where you guys work? You all have such pretty eyes."
Tim was looking at his feet and blushing again when she gripped his arm.
"Timmy ..." she said.
His eyes cut to hers, and then followed her line of vision. Water was pooling at her feet. And his.
She stared at him with wide eyes for a few seconds and watched as he looked at Gibbs.
"At least we're
in the right place" the older agent said with a bit of a smile.
"Owwww" she said suddenly.
"Contraction" she said calmly. "I've been having them on and off all day, but .."
Whatever she had been about to say died in her throat as the lights flickered and they were plunged into darkness.
"This can't be good," she said.
"When was your last contraction?" Gibbs asked suddenly.
"They were coming every twenty minutes or so. I think."
"Yes. But that one was definitely harder, and it's been less than twenty minutes."
"I think so," she said hesitantly.
"McGee," he said slowly. "Check whether you have service on your phone. Call 911 and tell them we have a woman in labour. We need to get out of there. Now."