NCIS Drabble: "Swimmers" girl!DiNozzo/Gibbs
Title: Swimmers
by Cuke
Length/Word Count: 485
Characters/Pairings: girl!DiNozzo/Gibbs
Prompt: ncisdrabble100 ’s #55 - jealousy; #264 - Which
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Wish I owned NCIS; don’t.
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Summary: “Gibbs was jealous of a sperm bank.”
Gibbs was jealous of a sperm bank.
Their latest victim had gone to a fertility clinic before her untimely death. Causing Abby to wax philosophical about adding a baby to her own life. Forcing McGee squirm at the very idea of Abby having another man’s baby. Making DiNozzo egg them on for the sheer entertainment value.
Gibbs had assumed that would be the end of it… until his lover brought home a printout of potential donors, mulling them over as they relaxed on the couch.
The idea of Toni wanting a kid was preposterous; he’d witnessed her fake PMS cramps to get out of holding a squirming infant, for God’s sake!
But here she was, black marker in hand, perusing a list of potential fathers. Was this a hint? His ex-wives had complained he didn’t pay enough attention, but Toni never mentioned it.
Still, neither one of them were getting any younger. Maybe the biological clock was ticking.
Gibb’s wasn’t sure which idea scared him more: his lover wanting a baby, or her using someone else to get one.
Part of him wouldn’t blame her. He guessed grey-haired, second-B-for-bastard, fifty-ish gunny sperm wasn’t a hot commodity.
“Toni?”
“Hmm?” She didn’t look up, crossing out another donor with a black X. He placed one of her legs over his own, massaging her sock-clad foot the way she liked it, knuckles digging into the arch. Papers forgotten, Toni groaned. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Gibbs couldn’t help but smirk. “Good to know.” He hedged, “Wondering why you’re so engrossed in those.”
“Pre-screening for Abby,” The response was more like a contented sigh. “Don’t want her picking the first Donor Dad to come along. Plus, the more we talk about it, the redder Probie’s face gets. There’s something immensely satisfying about a red-faced probie.”
“Hmm.” He tried not to show his relief, switching feet casually.
It wasn’t convincing enough. Toni opened one pleasure-drugged eye to study him. “Why? Didn’t think it was for me, did you?” She sat up a little straighter when no answer was forthcoming. “You did?”
She laughed, making him defensive. “It’s not like we’ve ever talked about it…”
“That’s because I love my job, I love my life, and there is no way in hell that something the size of a watermelon is coming out of any of my orifices."
Gibbs nodded in acceptance, relieved even though a tiny part of him was disappointed. It might’ve been nice to try his hand at that kind of life again. But he knew there was no replacing Kelly.
“Besides,” Toni’s purr was his first warning that her mood had changed; the second was when she lifted a well-shaped calf to settle her foot lightly over his groin and rubbed, causing him to groan. “Why would I go looking elsewhere when I have Grade A supply right here?”
That’s how Gibbs got over his jealously sperm banks.