~I sat, watching Abby spin around and around on her chair, making me even more nauseous than I already was. I was about three months pregnant, and I couldn’t hide it anymore. My boss, Miranda David, Ziva’s sister, already knew, and she promised not to tell anyone, especially the father, Special Agent Timothy McGee.
Abby smiled in my direction, then stopped. “Samantha? You’re usually so peppy about new evidence. We always have spinny chair races. What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, and Abby spun closer, tilting my head up and looking deep into my eyes.
“Samantha, I am a forensic expert. I can tell you’re lying. I can analyze your sweat and figure out what you are sweating about, what you’ve eaten for the last month, and…..
Oh my God…. Samantha? Are you pregnant?”
I lowered my gaze to inspect the floor, and Abby beamed fit to burst. “Wow! Samantha! I’m so happy for you! Are you going to tell McGee?!”
I shot up, the rolly chair squealing behind me like a dying cat. “NO! You can’t tell Tim. Not yet. Please, let me do it.”
Abby nodded. “Okay, I won’t tell him. But you have to promise me that you’re going to tell McGee.” I picked up my coat, and started to head out the door. “yeah, I know. I promise I will. I also promised Miranda we’d go out to lunch today. Are you gonna be okay without me?” I asked, and Abby smiled. “Yeah, duh. Can you bring me back a-“
“A CaffPow? Duh. I’ll see you in a bit.” I told her, as I pressed the elevator door, waiting for the lights to hit our level. When the door finally opened, there was Tim.
“Hey babe. Where are you going?” He asked, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “I’m going out to lunch with Miranda. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Kay,” He smiled, his grin spreading from ear to ear, “I love you.”
So there I sat, twirling my pasta around on my plate, making it spiral with all the sauces mixing together. Finally, Miranda got sick of it and snatched the fork out from my hands.
“I swear to god, you spin that ‘round one more time and I’m going to kill you.”
I smiled bashfully, and Miranda chuckled a little. “Sorry, I’ve been a bit on edge. Vance has been on my ass all week. How’re you holding up, you know…with the baby?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I’m doing okay I suppose. I’m just a little nervous about telling Tim.”
Miranda smiled again. “Yeah, well it must be difficult I guess. I mean, you weren’t planning it.”
When the cheque came, Miranda snatched it out of thin air before the waitress even set it down, and gave her a fifty dollar bill for a twenty dollar meal. “Keep the change.” She told the waitress, and as we headed out the door I heard the waitress go “Wow! Thank you!”
Miranda held the door open for me to NCIS, and we caught the elevator by ourselves. She rubbed my back gently. “You promise to tell Tim today?”
“Yes, yes I promise.” I told her, sighing deeply. When the door opened and we turned the corner, there was Tim with his mouth wide open, and I sighed. Oh shit.
“Hey guys!” I said, shuffling on my feet awkwardly. “Are you pregnant?” he asked me, and I nodded. “Yes. Please don’t be mad at me Tim, please.”
He shook his head, and brushed past me, taking the elevator downstairs and disappeared.
I felt tears start to leak out of my eyes, and Ziva ran to me immediately, just like her sister she was very compassionate.
I let myself cry, and watched as Gibbs dialed Tim’s cell phone and yelled into the phone “You get your ass back here Elf Lord. When you get here take it like a man for once in your life, damnit!” Gibbs slammed down the phone, and plunked down into his chair, running his hands through his hair.
“I’ll talk to him Samantha. I promise. Why don’t you go shopping with Miranda and Ziva.”
I nodded, choaking back the tears and headed for the elevator, but hesitated when I got there.
“can we take the stairs?” I asked, and Miranda was already holding the door open for the staircase.
I checked my inbox after driving around our cul-de-sac, admiring all the families, the minivans, the parents helping kids into the car, playing soccer in the front yard, and one little girl waved at my car, and the mother waved too.
I smiled, and listened to Gibbs yell at me through my answering machine. I turned around, honking at the little girl and her mother and headed straight for NCIS.
When I got in the door, Gibbs sat there with his light on, his back to me, and turned as soon as he heard the elevator bell ring.
“Timothy.” He said, and motioned to the chair by his desk. He had a cup of coffee waiting for me there.
“Listen, Tim. I don’t know what you’re feeling right now. But I do know what it feels like to be a father. When I had Shannon and Kelly, it was the best years of my life. I would wake up everyday knowing that I had someone who loved me and trusted me, and a little girl who admired me. Kelly looked so much like me, and honestly, if I had one chance to do anything in my life….I would hug my daughter….
But I can’t do that now can I? She’s dead.
And you have this chance, Tim. You have the chance to start a family. And you would frankly be an idiot not to take it.”
After a couple seconds, I got over the initial shock, I grabbed my coffee and made a beeline for the elevator, taking it downstairs so I could get in my car and apologize to Samantha. Am I an idiot?
Three Years Later
After Tim stopped being an idiot, he warmed up to the idea of being a father. I watched out the window as he loaded our son, Miles, into the car, looking backwards and waving, I waved back, rubbing my pregnant belly.
Whatever Gibbs said to him, it worked. Tim had become a devoted family man. He wanted to have as many as kids as possible.
He closed the door of the minivan, and honked the horn as he drove away.
I smiled, sitting back down in my chair, flipping through our wedding photos.
We got married in the board room, Gibbs had married us, and I smiled every time I looked at the pictures.
When I was looking over them today, I noticed one thing in the picture, when we had kissed for the first time as husband and wife, I looked in the background.
It was Gibbs.
Gibbs was crying.