Heroes and Fathers #2: CSI NY / NCIS crossover

One page back MacsLady, there was a phone call from Gibbs to Jordan.
I'm glad to see that Gibbs can fool you all :lol:
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After Mac and the girls had left them Gibbs’ dangerous glare never left Jordan’s eyes. He laid his left index finger on Jordan’s lips indicating to keep quiet. He then soundlessly took her elbow and led her to the elevator. Jordan quietly wondered what he was up to.

Once the elevator had moved Gibbs waited until they were between floors before he hit the emergency stop. He smoothly pushed her against the wall and placed his right index finger on Jordan’s lips. He let his finger wander down her neck. As he reached her breasts, he slowly he unbuttoned her blouse checking the view she’d described earlier. His ice blue eyes stayed focused on her grey ones. Slowly his tongue worked his way down to her breast. Jordan let out a soft moan.

“Shh… Angel.” He soothed her as he pulled on one of the laces, revealing her naked skin. Gibbs tongue felt tenderly wandered from her left breast to her right one, then he went down to her soft belly. Jordan’s body shivered all over.

“Jethro…” She sniffed, but she was interrupted by Gibbs’ phone. Gibbs reached out to his pocket to get the phone and handed it to her, motioning to pick it up. Jordan was surprised by his actions but answered the phone anyway.

“D’Angelo…” She softly answered the phone. “Hmm…” Another moan escaped from her mouth. “Hang on Abbs.” She handed the phone back to Gibbs.

“What Abbs?” Gibbs got up and his hand kneaded one of Jordan’s breasts. “Tell Ducky it’ll have to be postponed till tomorrow.” He told her, then he closed his phone.

Jordan was amazed as Gibbs reached for the breast again. But instead he reached for the laces, saying nothing he gently tied the laces together. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss in her neck.

“Later…” He whispered next to her right ear. “It’ll be worth waiting for, Angel.” Gibbs grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Boy, your good, Angel… But so am I.” He then hit the emergency switch so the cart moved again.

“Probie…! I can’t believe you!” She slapped him on his chest taking in her defeat. Gibbs grinned at her loss. “What did Duck want?”

He softly kissed her again. “Wanted to know what time you would come down for your check-up.” He tried to steel another little kiss and buttoned her blouse.

“Why wait until tomorrow since I’m her already?” Jordan wondered.

“No way in hell he’s gonna see you in this outfit.” He pecked her on her lips and started the elevator again. Both laughed it out. When they got out of the elevator Tony who was waiting at the elevator.

“Boss, we really need to have a talk about your elevator manners.” He wined.

Gibbs head slapped Tony as they stepped out. He and Jordan went back to the order of the day. Gibbs sat down at his desk, and Jordan noticed the two wrapped boxes AGAIN. She was sure Gibbs had taken them out of the car yesterday when they had gotten home.

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Back in autopsy Stella excused herself to go the ladies room. After she was done she came out and went to the sink. Behind her a door opened and Ziva met her.

“How’ve you been Ziva?” Stella let the water run to wash her hands. “It has been a while since I last saw you in New York.”

“It has.” Ziva agreed. “But it was fun. I had a good time.” She smiled and her thoughts drifted off to an impulsive Tony breaking rule #12 and kissing her.

“Hello… Earth to Ziva!” Stella repeated herself and waved her hand in front of Ziva’s face.

“Oh… I’m sorry, Stella. I didn’t mean to be rude.” Ziva dried her hands.

“You’re not being rude.” Stella giggled. “But you seemed miles away. Anyone particular?” She fished.

“Stella, can I get some advice in men?” Ziva wondered.

“Men?” Stella quipped. “Or one particular guy?” She wiggled her brows.

Ziva beamed at her question. “Yes, one in particular. I really do not know what to do.”

“Sure.” Stella excited. At least with Ziva she had a chance to play the Good Samaritan, although she knew Mac and Gibbs wouldn’t like it. “You free for lunch?” Stella raised giggled in excitement and arm in arm the women left the ladies room.

“Yes, we brought in the suspect. Gibbs allowed McGee to interview him.” Ziva informed her.

“Good, now you meet me and Jordan in he parking lot in twenty.” Stella sniggered. And she just had the perfect plan.

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McGee came out from interrogation, noticing Gibbs and Jordan in the bullpen. Even though Jordan was only visiting, he was glad to see her. He considered if he should update Gibbs with Jordan around. He decided against it, knowing Gibbs would probably be pissed off.

“Ehr… Boss?” McGee approached his desk. Gibbs looked up. “Ehrr…” McGee wasn’t sure how to start.

Gibbs got impatient with McGee’s hesitance. He gave him a direct glare. “Today McGee!” He ordered.

“Well erm… it’s about the case, boss.” McGee dared whispering, which caused him another glare from Gibbs. Just when he was about to head slap McGee, Stella and Mac walked in.

“Jordan, wanna do a girls’ lunch?” Stella offered.

“Sure thing.” Jordan gladly accepted. “But my birthday, my treat.” Jordan warned. McGee wanted to give Stella one the famous Abby-hugs at the moment, but he figured that Mac would kill him first.

“Birthday girl coming through guys, move it!” Jordan said as she pushed her ass between Mac and McGee, who turned red.

“More like my pay check coming through.” Gibbs sighed.

“Erm… Mac?” Stella took hold of his arm. “Did you call Adam yet?” She asked as innocent as possible.

“Yeah, I called Danny. He’s putting him on the next flight.” Mac grinned.

“Ok, I’ll see you later.” She quickly gave him a peck on his cheek. “I’ll give Abby a call as well.” Stella told Jordan. “Meet me at the elevator, Jordan.”

“Erm… sure, Stell.” Jordan blushed at the mentioning of the elevator. Gibbs smirked when he saw her redden. “I’ll see you later Gibbs.”

“You got your phone, D’Angelo?” Gibbs checked.

“Yup.” Jordan showed her behind. It was clipped on the back pocket of her maternity jeans. McGee went red in the face. “Now don’t worry, I'm not alone, the girls are with me. See you guys later.” She gave Gibbs a quick peck on his cheek, leaving him to wonder where that came from. She never kissed him in public at work.

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While Gibbs’ team and Mac brainstormed over the case back at the Navy Yard the girls walked in to snack bar Abby had suggested. Ziva and Abby quickly headed over to the counter for their order, while Jordan and Stella waggled for a boot.

“They’re way too fast for us.” Stella complained.

“You’re complaining? Wait till you’re seven months pregnant.” Jordan giggled following Stella.

“Wait till they are pregnant.” Stella sniggered back.

“What you got in mind?” Jordan twinkled her eye.

“Dunno yet, gotta find out what Abby thinks of Adam first.” Stella considered.

“Abby?” Jordan questioned. “I don't think she still in love with Tim.” Jordan studied Abby again. “Why, what are you thinking?”

“I just don't know.” Stella considered. Jordan was lost. “ Mac hired this new girl after you and Jethro eloped to DC, and Adam was head over heals.” Stella giggled.

“Stell, Jethro and me did not elope yet.” Jordan grinned.

“You wouldn’t.” Stella was shocked.

“Well I don’t exactly see myself in white. But I sure can see Jethro and me tying the knot on a Mexican beach.” Jordan grinned. Stella mused that Mike Franks could come in handy here.

“Sooo…” Abby butted in. “What’s happening?” She took a sip of her caf-pow.

Jordan giggled. “Abbs… you still got the hots for McGee?”

“Jordan, not anymore, but Ziva has the hots for Tony. Now me and McGee Gibbs didn’t mind, but Ziva and Tony. That’s a different story.”

“How come?” Both Jordan and Stella questioned.

“Well, he and former director Shephard sent them undercover once.” Abby winked her left eye. “She and Gibbs had a satellite conference with Tony in a bath robe, and they saw it all. And boy, do I mean all of it. Maybe Gibbs wants to protect Ziva from Tony’s assets.”

“Okay, Abby. I think it’s time for you to breath.” Ziva said from behind. “Don’t remind me of those push ups.” She snapped. “It was hard enough to stay focused on the case.”

“Push ups?” Stella beamed. This is far too good.”

“Why, what do you have in mind, Stell?” Jordan wanted to know.

Stella thought about it for a moment. “Well, as much as I love Adam, he isn’t that athletic. Could probably need a work out. Ziva could give him some personal training in the gym and do some push ups herself.”

“Keep talking, Stell.” Jordan could picture the scene already.

“Well, I haven’t worked out all the details yet, but I’m sure I will by the time Adam is in DC.” Stella assured.

“And when will that be?” Abby enquired and wiggled her brows. “Cause he and I will still have some evidence to work on.”

“Maybe Jordan and I can help you out there. I mean sitting home isn’t everything.” Stella quipped.

“Stell, you told Mac you wanted this to be holiday.” Jordan grinned as she took a bite of her burger.”

“Jordan, you really think Mac isn’t brainstorming with the guys?” She sniggered as she took a sip of her diet pepsi.

“Right.” Jordan had a lively picture of that in her head. “We’ll meet here again tomorrow 10 am for tea. And that would mean coffee for Ziva and a caf-pow for Abby.”

“End of campfire.” Ziva sniggered.

“Amen to that.” Abby grinned.

“Jordan, I got you a little something for your birthday. Well not exactly your birthday, it’s rather more for you and Gibbs.” Abby grinned. Jordan opened the little box. “It’s a baby-alert. Comes in handy with Gibbs.” Jordan, Ziva and Abby busted out in laughter. Stella gave Abby a doubtful glance. “Gibbs and phones don’t go together that well, Stella.” Abby enlightened that McGee had a lot of rebooting to do with Gibbs’ phones.

“Well, I love it, thanks you, Abbs.” She gave Abby a little thank you peck. “You mind if Stella uses it as well when she’s due?” Jordan enquired. “Mac had quite a scare with his phone a while ago.” Now it was Abby and Ziva’s turn to be curious. Stella explained the situation with the 333-stalker.

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In the evening Mac and Stella decided to visit a jazz bar. Jordan had recommended one that Mac would surely love. Feeling a little tired she decided not go and Gibbs was still at the Navy Yard.

When he came home he found Jordan in the basement lying on the futon, singing to his babies. Half way down the stairs he stole a glance of the prospect that soon would change. For a moment he mentally pictured Jordan on the futon playing with his girls while he worked on a new boat. Jordan’s singing voice brought him back to the basement.

He went down the rest of the stairs and noted Jordan’s closed eyes. Her right hand was roaming her big tummy. Silently he lay on his side next to her and moved his hand over hers. Jordan smiled at his touch and together they soothed the babies. After finishing the song Gibbs softly planted a tenderly kiss on her soft lips.

“I love it when you sing to our chipmunks, Angel.” Jordan smiled at his comment while her knuckles gently touched his cheek. “What’s this?” He asked as he picked up a book.

“It’s a baby’s name book Probie, you know you can’t keep calling them chipmunks.” Jordan grinned.

He took the book and opened it. Jordan had yellow marked a few boys and girls’ names. “You can scratch boys’ names. They’re girls.” He dryly commented. Gibbs closed the book and dropped it on the futon and kissed her belly.

Jordan’s fingers gently travelled through his hair. “You and Abby keep telling me that. How can you be so sure?” Jordan smiled at his soft laugh.

“Your shape is telling me.” He came up and claimed her lips.

“My shape?” Jordan’s whispered between rains of kisses. Gibbs nodded at her. “Jethro, my shape changes every day with this football team. Sometimes I don’t know whose scoring.” Jordan giggled.

“I’d hoped that would be me tonight. It’s still a thigh, Angel.” Gibbs said cheeky. “And if I make one more score than you I’ll win.”

“Well, I’m too comfy here, ain’t moving.” Jordan mocked him and sought entrance to his mouth.

Teasing Gibbs pulled away and quickly picked her up. “You need a bed, not a futon for this match, Angel.”

“Fine, you know I can ‘top’ this.” Jordan twinkled her eyes. “You’re not fast enough D’Angelo.” Gibbs mumbled and carried Jordan to their bedroom.

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I love that everyone's calling them girls... (the twins, that is). And the girls' conversation was so cute!

Great updates!
 
Mac and Gibbs wanted to go out for a run early next morning. Gibbs got up and went to the bathroom and found his jogging sweats waiting for him. He figured Jordan must have laid them out for him when she got up late last night. On top of his clothes he found a note with a little device. He took the note and read it. ‘Baby-alert gift from Abby. Wear at all time. Love – J. PS: Talk to Mac, I’ll talk to Stella.’

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He smiled at the note and headed downstairs. Mac was already waiting for him in the kitchen. He handed Gibbs a glass of water before they took off.
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After five miles they passed a little coffee shop and Mac suggested taking a little break. Gibbs nodded at him and they walked in. He went for a booth while Mac got them some coffee.

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“You came home late.” Gibbs accepted the coffee that Mac handed out.
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“Did we make any noise?” Mac worried a bit.

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“Nah… I’m sleeping light these days.” Gibbs sighed. “Worried about Jordan.”
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Mac stared at Gibbs for a moment. “Yeah… I know what you mean. Same here with Stell.” He figured that was the best way to start. “What about your unlocked porch door?”
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“Never thought about that one before. Thanks for bringing it up.” Gibbs got the hint and toyed with the baby-alert.

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“Could be any day now with twins.” Mac mentioned at the sight of the baby-alert.
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“Well, she’s only little over seven months, Mac.” Gibbs reminded him.

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“You don’t know a lot about twins, do you Jethro?” Mac grinned. Gibbs shook his head in denial. “Jordan never mentioned it?” Mac asked in surprise. Gibbs was intrigued now. “Runs in the family.” Mac laughed.
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“Meaning Stella could be having twins as well?” Gibbs wondered as he took another sip.

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“Nah… we already checked. I meant it runs in Jordan’s mother’s family. Jordan is the only one who doesn’t have a twin.” Mac let him know.​

“Good to know I got one of a kind.” Gibbs grinned. “But therefore she has a big brother, who could do her a huge favour.” Gibbs got up and threw away the cardboard cup. He walked out of the coffee shop and held the door for Mac.

“What favour?” Mac wondered as he threw away his own cup.

“Well, we hadn’t talked about it before last night. But we would like you to be the godfather of my girls.” Gibbs grinned. Mac smirked at the request. “You would be sharing them with two godmothers however.”

“Girls…?” You sure?? Jordan never wanted to know the gender.” Mac reminded him. Gibbs gave him a stare. “Jethro, I’d be honoured to be their godfather, whether it’s girls, boys, a girl and a boy or the other way around, a boy and a girl. Now who would be the godmothers?”

“Stella and Abby. Jordan didn’t want to pass Abby on my behalf. She’d eat us alive if we didn’t ask her.” Gibbs grinned.

“I’m sure Stella would be pleased as well and she wouldn’t mind sharing with Abby. Now let’s run before we’re late.” Gibbs and Mac ran for another 5 miles.

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