Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine.

A/N Okay, so this is longer than the previous parts and slightly more angsty then the previous chapters, but I wanted to get this out of my system. Thanks to my beta, Kandon Kuuson.

Seven: Knowing

"I believe congratulations is in order," Jenny smiled warmly that evening as Ziva planted herself on Jenny's plush sofa.

"Yes, thank you," Ziva smiled back at her as she accepted the glass of water Jenny offered her.

"So, DiNozzo," Jenny smirked wickedly, taking a seat next to Ziva on the sofa.

"What?" Ziva said defensively, but only slightly. "Is me and Tony such a shock, Jen?"

Jenny laughed. "Ziva, you and Tony are probably the least shocking couple at NCIS." Ziva looked at her curiously.

Jenny laughed again. "You know, although I condone and know nothing about any said betting pool, it was just a matter of time before you were outed. I believe, if my sources are correct, that Ducky was the lucky winner … followed closely by Jethro, I think."

"Where is Tony by the way?" Jenny asked.

Ziva shrugged. "No idea, last time I saw him he was mumbling to himself about he was going down to the pub for a drink to ready himself for the final bashing from Gibbs."

"Gibbs isn't going to bash him," Jenny said, shaking her head. "He thinks of Tony like a son. He was betting on you two getting together, you know."

Ziva looked at her incredulously.

"What?" Jenny echoed Ziva's earlier remark. "It's not like it's Jimmy Palmer and … Agent Lee. Now that would be a shocking couple …" She trailed off as she noticed Ziva wasn't paying attention.

"Ziva? Ziva?" Jenny waved her hand over Ziva's face. "You okay?" Jenny looked at her worriedly.

"What?" Huh?" Ziva muttered, blinking twice.

"Are you okay?" Jenny asked worriedly. "Is there something wrong with the baby?"

"What?" Ziva repeated. "No."

She was silent for a moment. "It's just … it's just hasn't quite sunk in, you know …" Ziva looked so unsure of herself that Jenny was taken aback.

"You'll make a great mother," Jenny said reassuringly.

"I … I don't know about that," Ziva said weakly, tucking her legs under her body. "I never imagined having all this … the boyfriend, this baby, this job … this life. I always thought, as bad as it sounds, that I'd be … dead by now, or at least incapacitated in some way. That was my future."

"But you're not," Jenny said firmly. "You are here … with me, with Tony and your baby, with Gibbs and Abby, and everyone else. This is your future, not the one you envisioned in Mossad," she finished with conviction.

"I guess," Ziva said uncertainly.

"No guessing … knowing, Ziva," Jenny said determinedly. "I know you'll be a great mother. I know that it will all work out for the best. I know this baby will be loved more than anything in the world and will be the luckiest baby in the world, having a mother like you."

Ziva opened her mouth to say something, but Jenny cut her off. "I'm the Director of NCIS; it's my job to know things. But most of all, I'm your friend so I should definitely know these things."

Jenny took Ziva's hand in her own, reassuring Ziva that she was truly not alone.