A/N I'm back!

This fic is set around about when Judgement Day should happen (but it won't – I wanted Jenny in this fic.)

DISCLAIMER: While I don't own the show, I now own a new watch, multiple gift cards and a Taylor Swift CD.

This is for Elle, because she really wants to know what happens in this fic, and Mel, because her fics absolutely rule (angel-death-dealer).



Chapter 1: I Am Not Sick

"This is ridiculous," Tony muttered. "There isn't one person in this building who isn't infected."

Gibbs stared at him.

"Except you...and me...and Ziva...okay, there are some people who aren't infected," Tony said quickly.

McGee walked past them to his desk, sweat pouring from his face and his hands full of tissues. "This has been going on for three days," he said, sounding completely nasal.

"Where's David?" Gibbs asked.

"Late again," Tony reported.

"Hey, McGee," Abby said, appearing at his desk. "Ducky says he's ready for you. He just finished with the Intel department."

"Finished with the Intel department?" Tony said. "What exactly is Ducky-"

"Ducky is administering B-12 injections to everyone who has the flu. It helps with the symptoms and everything...no-one else is infected?" Abby asked.

Tony sniggered. "How many times in one minute can one group of people say 'infected'?"

"McGee, go down to Ducky. You look like hell," Gibbs said. McGee stood up again and trailed after Abby, who made sure to stay some distance in front of him.

The elevator doors opened, and Ziva walked into the squadroom. "Sorry I am late Gibbs," she said, turning her back to them as she put down her bag.

"Going for coffee,' Gibbs said as he breezed past.

"Morning," Tony said brightly.

Ziva turned around. "Morning."

"You're sick as well," Tony said immediately.


"You're pale, and you look like you're sweating."

Ziva stared at him. "You are commenting on my appearance? You honestly feel brave enough to do that?"

Tony recoiled. "Not anymore."

"Yes, Tony, I am sick, but it is not the flu. I feel fine," Ziva said, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"You sure?"


A few hours later, McGee still wasn't back from Ducky's, and Gibbs had gone to Jenny's office to update her on their case.

"We just can't get a lead on this guy!" Tony exclaimed. "I have gone through everything we have on him, and I got nothing."

"Lyle Massin is one of the best serial killers we've had in years. Always one step ahead. The director has reassigned the case to Albie's team for the week, we take the break, and then we'll get him," Ziva said, standing up . "We will..."

Tony looked up at her. "Ziva?"

Ziva didn't answer. Instead, she just stared blankly ahead.

"Ziva...Ziva, are you okay?" Tony said.

Like slow motion, Ziva dropped her files and began falling to the floor. Within milliseconds Tony was on his feet, putting one hand on her back and one around her waist, effectively preventing her from landing sideways on her desk.

"Ziva..." Tony said, putting his hand to her forehead. "You're burning up and you nearly fainted. How sick are you?"

"I am not sick," she muttered.

"Alright, I'm just going to leave you here and get Ducky, he can give you the B-12 injection and you'll be fine," he said, propping her up against her desk. "I'll be right back."


"Ziva, I'll just be a second," he said, beginning to walk off.

"Tony, I cannot have the injection…"

"I promise!"


"What?" he said, turning around and facing her.

"I cannot have the shot!"


"Do not let them give me the shot."


Ziva looked at the ground for a moment before looking back up at him. "Tony…"

"Why can't you…" It dawned on him. "You're pregnant."

Ziva looked away again, looking guilty as anything.

A/N Please review!

Next chapter: 'The Father' conversation and a doctor's appointment.


Just in case you didn't know (I didn't know this either until recently), but B-12 injections can be harmful to babies, hence the "I cannot have the shot!" thing.
Then again, I learnt that from a TV drama show, so if it's not completely true, my bad.