Doula

Tony groaned as he woke, cringing at the loud ringing sound. He wished he could sleep longer, but just because Gibbs was a bastard didn't give him an excuse to completely skip out on his work at the FBI. He'd sent an email to his boss before falling asleep letting him know that he'd be in late, but would be available via phone if something came up.

He shouldn't have been surprised to be woken with a phone call. That's how his luck was going. Grabbing his phone, Tony checked the caller ID.

He heaved a sigh and answered, “DiNozzo.”

“What the hell did you do to Gibbs?” Fornell demanded.

Tony blinked groggily, slumping back down on the bed when he realized it wasn't an emergency call in. “What’re you talking’ bout, Fornie?”

Fornell paused, reviewing the sound of Tony's voice. “You ok?”

Tony grunted. “Fine. Jus’ tired. Gibbs’n’idiot. What time's 't?”

“10am. Did you take the day off?”

Tony yawned. “No. I shou’ prob’ get up.”

Fornell shook his head at Tony. “What did you do last night, man?”

“You don’t wanna know.” Tony grumbled, still pissed at Gibbs.

“Is this related to why Gibbs called me up demanding to know how to get back into your good graces?” Fornell probed. He hadn’t really been able to get anything out of Gibbs. That man knew how to clam up when he wanted to.

Tony smacked his hand into his forehead. “That man needs to learn the meaning of space.”

“He wouldn’t tell me anything about what he did wrong.” Tobias offered, hoping that would make Tony feel better.

“He probably doesn’t know beyond that I’m pissed at him.” Tony growled.

“What did he do?” Fornell couldn’t just drop it. He was curious as to what had pissed Tony off so much as to send Gibbs into that kind of panic.

“He doesn’t listen. You can tell that overgrown lout that hounding you to hound me does not constitute leaving me alone. In fact, it will only increase the length of time before I talk to him.”

“Oh. He didn’t tell me to call you.”

“Then why the hell did you wake me up?”

“I’ve never seen or heard Gibbs like that before. Feel free to keep it up. It’s highly amusing watching and listening to Gibbs lose his cool.”

“Is that the only reason you called?” Tony dropped his head into his hands, providing amusement for Fornell was definitely not his goal.

“Oh. No. I also wanted to ask if you if you were interested in hiring a doula.”

“A what?”

“A doula. You know someone to support you during childbirth and afterwards as well, traditionally a woman.”

“Why the hell would I be looking for a doula?”

“Well, you are pregnant. I’ve heard they can make things easier.”

“I’m not an invalid.” Tony was just done with this conversation and hung up before Fornell could respond. He really did need to go to work, but now he was pissed at Fornell too. He needed to calm down before heading into FBI headquarters or he’d end up decking Fornell the first time he saw him.

He hadn’t needed the reminder about how messed up things were with Gibbs and hiring a doula? What the hell was Fornell thinking? Fornell needed a good smack as much if not more than Gibbs did.

At least, his body wasn’t mad at him anymore. Unfortunately, Fornell had brought up Gibbs. He didn’t know what he was going to do with that man.

Sure, the guy was physically attractive. There were no issues there. He just didn’t listen.

Gibbs clearly wanted to be a part of Tony and the baby’s life, but he was going about it all wrong. Tony had never thought that he would be one to take a child away from their father, but he was beginning to wonder if that wouldn’t be the best in this case. It seemed harsh, though.

He preferred a more forgiving route, but Gibbs didn’t seem to be interested in leaving him any room to forgive Gibbs without Tony turning into a doormat which Tony definitely wasn’t interested in doing. It only frustrated Tony more. He didn’t want to involve lawyers, but if the man didn’t shape up, he may not have any choice.