AN: Hello fair readers. This is my second NCIS story. I have a rather obsessive affection for Gabby, so I had to contribute to the madness. :D I hope you all like my convoluted plan to have Gibbs get Abby pregnant. I haven't seen another story out there like this, so I hope you all like it! Oh, feel free to point out mistakes if you find them. Thank you!
Wish Upon a Tube
Gibbs had been noticing something change about Abby for the past few months. She didn't go out to as many parties. He would sometimes catch her deep in thought with a sad look etched into her face. Something had been bothering her and she never told him. It was starting to wear on his nerves. It had even kept him from sleeping a few nights. Just as he was about to force her into an interrogation room she perked up.
One morning she just came to work happier than she had been in a long time. Gibbs wished he knew what made her so happy but figured it only mattered that she was happy. Almost two months past and he had let the whole incident slip his mind an hour after he saw she was back to her usual self.
"Hey Gibbs," Abby said as she walked through the bull pen to get to the other elevator, tightening her clack trench coat around her.
"Yeah, Abby?" Gibbs asked as he stood from his desk, slung his jacket over his shoulders, and walked with her to the elevator. They had just wrapped up their latest case and Gibbs hadn't been home in almost eighteen hours.
They both got into the elevator and pushed the button for the garage and waited. "Wanna go out to dinner?" She offered smiling hugely. He knew there was another reason for her offer and wasn't going to deny his favorite person at NCIS.
"Sure, but I pick the place." He stipulated with a pointed finger. He loved Abby, but she picked some odd places to eat.
"Yes, Sir." She said with a mock salute as the elevator doors opened to the garage.
Gibbs chuckled under his breath as he led Abby to his car.
He drove them to his favorite dinner, just outside the downtown area and didn't even look twice at the table, that was shrouded in frost, he normally sat in outside as he ushered his extremely pale forensic scientist into the little blue building. Gibbs let Abby pick the booth in the back corner, away from everything and waited for their server.
"Gibbs, can I ask you something?" Abby asked impatiently.
"You know you can, Abby." Gibbs said smiling. He always thought it was cute when she was frazzled.
She bit her lip hesitantly and looked around for a moment. Once her eyes settled back on him she sucked in a quick breath. "Would you be the father of my baby?" She rushed frantically.
Gibbs almost choked. "What?" He spat.
"I've just had my friends and my work in my life and I was fine with that, 'cause I was happy with where I was. And its not that I'm not happy with you guys but I feel like there is something big missing from my life. I'm not getting any younger and my stupid biological clock is starting to tick!" She yelled frustratedly.
"Abby…" He trailed off tiringly.
"I've already started planning for artificial insemination, and all I need is a father." She said quickly.
Gibbs couldn't find anything to say.
"I can't ask McGee because that would be too awkward and Tony would have a panic attack at the though of being a father with anyone. Besides, your bone structure with my lips, honestly, that baby would be gorgeous." She rambled nervously.
"What about your job?" He asked once he found his voice.
"I already have my replacement." She said happily, pulling a file out of her bag and handing it to Gibbs. He didn't even glance down at the manila folder. "We graduated college together, ironically she got pregnant before we got our first job." She explained with a snicker. Gibbs looked at Abby with a raised brow. "Tristan is eight, he's in school and afterschool daycare." She answered the unasked question behind his blue eyes.
"Is this what you really want?" He asked seriously.
"I've been thinking about this for years and I've been planning it for months and I'm sure this is what I want, Gibbs. Will you, please?" She pled earnestly.
"I dunno Abbs." He muttered shaking his head.
"Why not?!" She cried out.
"I'm old!" He almost yelled.
"So, you're not carrying it!" She yelled back. Gibbs couldn't find another valid argument. "Please Gibbs, there is no one else I can trust with this." She said with a frown. He let out a long breath. "Well, maybe Sperm Donor one hundred and thirty seven." She murmured.
He winced. The last thing he needed to imagine was Abby impregnated by some random Joe that didn't deserve to have a child by his brilliant forensic scientist. "Abby…" He said looking down at his hands.
"I don't need an answer now. I mean, the procedure isn't for another two weeks, but I've been procrastinating on this for a while." She said softly.
His head snapped up. "Two weeks?" He asked surprised.
"Like I said Gibbs, I've been planning this for a while." She said with an impish smile.
Gibbs slipped deeper into the booth.
"If you can't do it because of…" She trailed off when Gibbs looked away from her and out the windows. He knew what and who she was talking about. "I'll understand," She whispered.
Gibbs couldn't look anywhere near Abby's pristine green eyes because all he would see was the sympathy she felt for him.
Abby was silent for a few moments before she let out a quiet laugh. "I told my friends, they're all really happy for me, I even got some really awesome maternity clothes so I don't have to wear those horrible floral tents while I wait for the munchkin to cook. My brother is coming for a few weeks in six months-" She was cut of from her ramble by Gibbs raising his finger.
"Abby," he said urgently.
"Yeah Gibbs," She asked hopefully.
"You'll make a great mother." He said sincerely.
She deflated a little but her eyes still twinkled with happiness. "Thanks Gibbs," She said with a weak smile.
He reached over the table and held her hands tightly. "Give me a few days, okay?" He asked looking Abby straight in the eyes.
She let out a long, impatient sigh. "Okay,"
He nodded happily and dropped her hands to pick up the menu. "Burger or steak?" He asked looking at the mostly meat menu.
The rest of the night was far more casual than it should have been. Abby continued to chat about random things from the day without so much as an ounce of awkwardness. Gibbs added the proper noise or word when needed but as always Abby held the conversation on her own. They finished their dinner and Gibbs drove Abby back to the parking garage on the Navy Yard and walked her to her car. He did that often since she had a penchant for being stalked by unsavory characters.
"See you tomorrow Abs," He said opening the car door for her.
Instead of getting into the car, or reciprocating his goodbyes, she launched herself at him. Gibbs almost had the wind knocked out of him but caught her all the same and hugged her back. "Thank you Gibbs," She muttered as she hugged him tightly.
"For you what?" He asked against her pigtail.
She pulled away from him, just slightly so she could face him. "Thinking about it, I know this is a hard subject for you and your being so awesome about it." She said thankfully.
"Abby," He said smiling slightly.
"Yes?" She asked smiling widely.
Gibbs leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Go home," he said softly.
She rolled her eyes a little. "Yes Sir," She said mockingly before slipping into her car.
Gibbs watched as Abby drove off, keeping a keen eye on her hearse as he made his way back to his car. His mind was so burdened that it took him almost half an hour to get his house. He threw the Charger into park and stalked into his home and down to the basement. His boat was primed and ready for his troubled dinner, with a bottle of bourbon on the bench next to it.
He poured the bourbon slowly into his favorite mug and dropped to the bench and took a long swig of the amber alcohol. His favorite NCIS employee had given him too much to think about for the night. He hadn't thought about having another family in a long time and was content with that but his conversation with Abby brought up a lot of questions and feelings.
He would do anything for Abby. Take a bullet for her. Kill any one that made her cry. But he wasn't sure if he could let her carry his child. That was too intimate. That would be too much for him, making a little person to join his dysfunctional family unit. He loved his team, and Duck and Abby, and hell some times he liked Palmer, but it worked for them. They were mostly outcasts with little to no family and it was just something that happened over time.
Gibbs would never question a decisions Abby made for her personal life, well maybe a few about her choice in men, but he knew it would be a bad idea to bring a baby, his baby, into the life they both led. Well, that's what his head said, his gut had no comment for the moment and it was driving him crazy.
When all logic failed, his gut always told him what to do, and now it was sitting on the sideline, letting his loyalty to Abby and his fear of loosing those he cared about duke it out. Over the years the later had won, but this fight was a close one. Just the thought of Abby's disappointed eyes and her flat stomach rounded with another man's baby made bile rise from deep in his throat.
He finished off the mug of bourbon and poured another one, downing half of it seconds later.
It was going to be a long night.