Author's note:

Disclaimer: I do not own them but I do love them.

Here's a new story that's been formulating in my mind for the past few months.

Enjoy and Review soon. Thanks!

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About an hour into the flight, Ziva told Gibbs that she needed to stretch her legs. The cabin staff had just served drinks and after taking a few sips of her orange juice Ziva was feeling a bit queasy. Gibbs stood up and made room for her to pass. As soon as she was in the walk way, Gibbs sat down again and prepared another coffee for himself using his own cup, water from a flask and his favourite blend of coffee. All of this, he carried in his backpack and he was willing to guard this with his life.

He was relieved to be on a flight back home because Argentina was hot as hell at this time of year. More than that, the case had been solved and the guilty Naval Petty Officer Becker was awaiting a naval aircraft that would bring him back to Washington for his court marshal. Gibbs and Ziva could have waited another 5 days for the naval aircraft or they could have been on the next commercial flight out of Buenos Aires.

Gibbs opted for the quicker option, so now they were on this 8 and a half hour Aerolineas Argentinas flight from Buenos Aires to Miami. Then they had a 2 hour stop over before connecting on an American Airlines flight to Washington.

As Ziva got into the bathroom she thought, Oh no! Stupid, stupid girl Ziva! You shouldn't have eaten those disgusting chicken empanadas at the airport. They must have been underdone or something and now you're going to be sick for the rest of this flight!

She gagged a few times, but all that come up was the little orange juice that she had drunk a few minutes earlier. As she made her way out of the bathroom, she heard two men speaking in Spanish behind her. Turning around she found a curtain blocking her view of them but what they said made her forget all about her nausea.

She listened intently for the next 5 minutes, until Gibbs walked up behind her and said, loud enough for the men behind the curtain to hear, "Ziva, you okay?"

The curtain snapped open and Ziva immediately plastered herself against Gibbs' side as she wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Ziva?" Gibbs questioned, puzzled by her peculiar behaviour.

"Oh Mon Cheri, you know how this pregnancy is plaguing me with nausea." Ziva said as she looked up and fluttered her eye lashes at Gibbs. Gibbs looked at her wondering what the hell she was up to.

"Can we help you, Mam?" One of the men, dressed as a member of the cabin crew, asked Ziva as he looked at her and Gibbs suspiciously.

"Oh all I need is a soft drink and my love here, to rub my belly." Ziva said as she grabbed Gibbs' hand and placed it on her stomach. "It always helps to ease the nausea. It also helps to do other things but this is not the time or place to be talking about that." Ziva smiled up to Gibbs as she actually blushed.

Picking up on her cue Gibbs played along with this farce as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. This surprised Ziva as much as it surprised Gibbs.

"Love let's get back to our seats so I can make you all comfy again." Gibbs grinned. Then he wrapped his arm around Ziva while keeping his other hand gently on her stomach as they walked back to their seats.

Once they were out of ear shot of the men Gibbs growled, while still maintaining a smile on his face, "What the hell was that all about, Ziva dear?"

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Author's note:

Stay tuned for more and review ASAP.

And let me know if you want a Gibbs/Ziva pairing or not as I haven't decided on this yet….