Hey guys! So, we decided to make a sequel to 'International Affairs' since there was SO much that was left unsaid, and here it is! By the way, super big note, if you haven't read International Affairs, this will probably make absolutely no sense. So PLEASE read that if you want to read this! Oh, and...ENJOY! We love writing this story, and we hope that you love reading it just as much! Oh, and review. Please!
Ziva groaned and buried her head into Tony's chest, the sunlight shining into the living room. She closed her eyes tighter and wrapped her arms more securely around his body, letting out a sigh. She didn't want to get up. She blinked her eyes open and let them adjust to the light.
Her left arm was thrown over his chest, her ring glittering in the sun's rays. She smiled slightly, a closed one, one where only one end of her mouth turned up. She closed her eyes again. Mrs. Ziva David-DiNozzo. It just...flowed well together. She couldn't explain it.
Breathing in his scent, she buried herself deeper into him and the cushions of the couch.
And, as she was laying in his arms, sleep almost overtaking her again, she realized one thing.
He was finally something.
Not that he wasn't anything before, but he was definitely a 'name' now.
He was Anthony DiNozzo, her fiance.
Before, it was boyfriend/almost-fiance.
Now, she knew his place in the world. And in her heart, most importantly. She knew where he stood. He knew where he stood. He also knew where not to walk and how thin the ground was.
She sighed, once again, and smiled, both corners of her mouth turning up in a smile this time. She didn't want to ever move.
Her stomach, however, had different plans.
It grumbled and churned, and Ziva felt as if she was going to be sick. Knowing she had no choice, she bolted from the couch, jumping over Tony's body and landing on the floor with barely any sound as she ran into the bathroom.
Remnants of last night's Mexican extravaganza spilled out of her mouth and into the toilet in front of her and she groaned, lazily reaching up and flushing the toilet.
She knew why she threw up. And it wasn't any stupid Mexican food.
Her body thought that it had a virus.
"It's just a baby." she whispered, looking down at her lower torso. She rubbed it affectionately as she leaned up against the wall next to the toilet, resting her head against the wall, "Oh god." She whispered, barely audible, "Oh god." She suddenly felt incredibly hot, and sweat was pouring out of her forehead. Grabbing a towel that Tony had haphazardly discarded on the floor from his shower last night, she wiped the sweat off of her face and then went to stand up when the door to the bathroom flew open.
"Ziva, are you okay?" He questioned, panic evident in his voice as he bent down in front of her, stroking the side of her face with his hand, rubbing parts with his thumb before resting it there.
"I just...have a stomach virus, Tony."
"You threw up?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"Well come on, we gotta take you to the doctor, then! Make sure you're okay."
"No, Tony." She shook her head.
"At least Ducky then."
She shook her head again, "It is just a touch of food poisoning. There is nothing to worry about." She smiled, resting her hand on the side of his face, just as he had been doing to her. She patted his cheek lightly and then stood up, starting out of the bathroom.
He followed closely behind, "Hey....you need anything? I'll get it for you...you want me to...do the laundry? Make you breakfast? Make you tea? Go and get some breakfast? Go-" She suddenly turned around and put one finger on his lips, silencing him immediately.
"Tony. No." She emphasized the 'no'.
"Anything?" He questioned out of the side of his mouth.
"Fine." she rolled her eyes, "You can go and get some...breakfast burritos." She said, "Now go."
He grinned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before starting towards the bedroom to get changed. She followed as well, and the two dressed in silence, both of them turning to each other at the same time. He grinned once more, "I know what you want." He said, almost as if he was bragging. He moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, pulling at them as he brought her into a passionate embrace.
They both broke apart, Ziva playing with Tony's hair as she looked up into his eyes, "Yes you do." She said, a smile dancing on her lips.
He just kissed her one more time before he left the apartment. Once he was gone, Ziva knew one thing:
She had to tell him.
...After she confirmed that he was definitely the father of her child.
And only one thing was needed for that:
A paternity test.
Ziva glanced at her watch a couple more times as she paced around the living room, muttering angry Hebrew under her breath.
Just how long was he going to take?
He needed to hurry up!
She stopped thinking when she heard a knock on the door, and she snapped her head towards it. She ran towards the door and opened it up, revealing Special Agent Timothy McGee to her eyes.
"Good!" She smiled, "You are here! What took you so long?" She demanded, pulling him into the apartment and shoving the door shut.
"Uh...traffic? It is rush hour, Ziva." He said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood in front of her, "So..." He drawled out, "Why am I here? And why did you call so urgently, saying that if I didn't get down here that you would carve out my eyeballs and place them in a jar of water on my desk?"
She took a deep breath, "I need your help, Tim."
"With what?" He cautiously, slowly asked.
"I...I might be in a little bit of trouble. No, no, might be getting into a little bit of trouble. And I need your help to determine if I am in trouble or not." She said and Tim just furrowed his eyebrows together.
"What?" He finally asked after a couple of seconds of a long, awkward pause.
"Look, Tim, I..." She took in another deep breath and took a step towards him. She placed one hand on each of his forearms, shaking him as she looked him into the eyes, "I am pregnant." She finally said, taking in another deep breath.
He stared at her with wide eyes, "You're pregnant." He repeated, in shock.
"Yes." She nodded, "I am."
"How far along?" He questioned, still no real expression on his face.
"I do not know."
"Well I bet that Tony's thrilled!" he finally smiled, relaxing Ziva for just a second or two before her small smile faltered.
"I...have not told him, yet."
"I need to make sure that the baby..." She cautiously put her hands over her lower torso, "Is his first."
"So...what do you need my help for?"
"You are going to accompany me to Bethesda."
"What?" He demanded, "Why? Get Tony to do it!"
"That means that I must tell him. And I am not going to..." She smiled wickedly at him, "DiNozzo."
He snapped his eyes up to hers and they grew wide, "Oh no, Ziva. No, no, no! I am not acting like Tony!"
"I just need you to sign the paper as Tony so that I can get the test done. Then, I promise you, McGee, I will tell him."
"So we're committing forgery? Just because you're too scared to tell Tony that you're pregnant?"
She narrowed her eyes to slits and walked towards him, running him up into the wall, quickly, "You will do this, Tim." She said, her voice velvet and sinister. Almost deadly. Yet sweet.
"Okay, there are two things wrong with this, Ziva..." He saw her reach for her concealed knife at the waist, "Hold on!" he put his hands up, as if to surrender, "Hold on, let me finish!" She nodded and moved her hands away from the knife. He visually relaxed, "There are two things wrong-" He held up two fingers to make his point, "One...that's fraud. A federal crime. We're federal agents. Not a good example, and definitely not how I would like to spend the rest of my life." She opened her mouth to protest, but he stared at her. She shut her mouth, huffing, "And two...I'm not DiNozzo!" He exclaimed, exasperated, "I don't have his DNA! You need DNA for a paternity test!"
"I will get it. Now do it, McGee. Or you will not have to worry about being in prison for the rest of your life."
He looked around the apartment, "Speaking of DiNozzo, where is he anyways?"
"Out. Getting burritos. And you need to get out as well, before he catches you." She moved him towards the door, opening it up, "Do it, McGee."
"McGee!" She shouted.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Fine. All right, I'll do it."
She smiled happily, "Great! I will pick you up say...tomorrow afternoon, yes? Now go." She said, shoving him out of the door, "Bye, Tony!" She waved, closing the door. She let out a sigh.
"And hello baby DiNozzo." She whispered, clutching her stomach as she leaned up against the wall, letting out a sigh as she closed her eyes and sank to the floor.
She had to tell him.
The guilt was eating her on the inside.
Ziva returned to the couch and laid down, for her stomach was still in knots. She looked down at her watch, Tony had left almost an hour ago to get breakfast. Not that she wanted any, but she was a little worried. Tony never took that long to get food. She propped her head up with her hand, flipping channels on TV. Finally, the front door opened and one Tony DiNozzo walked in, a take-out bag in his hand. He walked over to the couch and Ziva sat up.
"What took you so long?" She asked softly.
Tony groaned, "Well, the place was packed, there was some bowling group or something like that, and they each had separate orders." He took a bite out of his burrito and continued, "And there was this woman in front of me, she had like a newborn baby, and that baby was screaming it's lungs out. The thing must've been hungry or something," he swallowed, "'cause I mean it gave me a freakin' headache. I don't see how people do that." Ziva stopped unwrapping her burrito and looked at him. He took another bite and sat back on the couch, closing his eyes. His head pounded. "I need Advil." He said suddenly and started to stand, when he felt her arm on his.
"I will get it, Tony." She said softly, "You relax." He smiled at her and watched her stand.
"Thanks sweetheart." He replied and she turned and walked into the bedroom, tears immediately flooded her eyes. She walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet. She pulled out the small pill bottle and dumped two in her hand. When she closed it, she could see herself in the mirror, the tears finally streaming down her face. She leaned on the counter with both hands, letting tears fall on the countertop, making small puddles. She suddenly felt sick again, but she stood up straight and wiped the tears off of her face. She walked back to the living room and put the two pills in Tony's hand, and when she sat down, he pressed his lips against her temple. "Burrito's gettin' cold, Zi." He said, food in his mouth again.
She shook her head, "I am not feeling well, Tony. You may have mine."
He swallowed, "But Zi, you need to eat."
"I do not think I can right now." She looked down at her stomach, "You know, the stomach virus." Tony gently squeezed her shoulder.
"You sure you don't want to go see the doctor?"
"No, Tony. I am fine." She replied again.
"Well, ok." He said, and then gestured towards their bedroom, "Why don't you go lay down, maybe some more sleep will do you good." She smiled and stood again.
"Perhaps you are right." She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the lips before disappearing into their bedroom, closing the door behind her. She laid down in the bed, tears falling down her face again as she hugged a pillow.
Tony did not want the baby.
Ziva opened her eyes, the sunlight beaming into their room. She sat up and looked around, the place was dead silent. Her stomach growled as she stood. She walked to the door and there was a yellow sticky note on it. She pulled it off and squinted her eyes as she tried to read Tony's handwriting.
Got called into the office. Gibbs is psycho.
I told him that you were sick and couldn't come in, and he said for you to rest.
I'll be home before 8.
Hope you are feeling better, sweets.
I love you, Tony.
She smiled to herself and walked into the living room, her stomach still growling. Opening the refrigerator, she moved some beer bottles out of the way and the milk that had gone out of date 2 weeks ago, searching for anything that could possibly cure her hunger. She groaned and slammed the door shut.
They really needed to go grocery shopping.
Walking back into the room, she slipped on a pair of jeans and shirt, grabbing her keys before promptly leaving the apartment. She pulled into a small sandwich shop that wasn't far from NCIS. It was a popular lunch break spot that they went to. She went in and ordered her favorite sandwich, for it seemed like the only thing that she and little DiNozzo could stomach. After eating, she started for her car, she noticed the building next door.
The Baby's Crib, it was called. She looked around again, just to make sure that any of her NCIS friends weren't there. She walked in and started to look around. She looked at the little boys outfits for a while, and then moved onto the girls section. She smiled to herself.
She definitely wanted a girl.
After looking around some more, she decided that it was pointless until she knew what the sex was. She walked out just as a familiar car pulled up.
He had a smile on his face and walked over to her, placing a kiss on her lips, "Hey, you feel better?"
"Yes, a little. Thank you." She said.
"What are you doing here?"
She looked at the ground and then back up at her fiance, "I came to get something to eat, and then I thought I saw someone I knew in there, so I went in. It was not her, though."
"Oh, okay. You wanna go in then, and eat?"
"I already did." She said and he smiled again.
"Okay. Well I'll just take it back to the office. Gibbs has his panties in a knot." Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. He laughed, "Nevermind." He walked her to her car and she sat down in it, starting it before he leaned down, kissing her passionately. "Call if you need me, ok?"
"I will." She said.
"I love you."
"Love you too." She said and backed out of the parking space.
As she drove, her stomach was turning flips.
She hated lying to him.
He had to know the truth.
The door opened several hours later and Tony walked in, throwing his backpack on the floor and his gun and badge on the table. Ziva walked up to him and placed a kiss on his lips, handing him a beer in the process.
"Thanks." He said and took a sip. "You feel better?"
"Yes, I do." She said with a smile. "I have ordered a pizza, it should be here any minute."
"Okay." He said and they both sat down on the couch, Tony wrapping his arm around her as he sat back.
"Is the case solved?" She asked softly.
Tony scoffed, "I wish. Abby thought she found DNA on one of the parts of the bomb I found, but the DNA on it is supposedly from a guy that died in '05." Ziva chuckled, "So that didn't make Gibbs happy."
"I see." She said and there was a knock on the door, so Ziva stood up quickly and answered it. She paid the familiar pizza guy and walked back over to Tony, placing the box on the coffee table. She sat down beside him and he leaned over to her, placing a kiss on her lips.
She smiled, her hands on his chest, "You are welcome, my love." He smiled again and kissed her again, this time it was passionate. She leaned back as he pulled her closer, and they were horizontal. He slipped a hand under her shirt and she moaned into the kiss. He quickly broke and looked into her chocolate eyes.
"You want me to stop?" He asked softly.
She stared back at him and shook her head, "No." She whispered, and he captured her lips again. He stood up, his lips never leaving hers as he picked her up, moving into the bedroom, the pizza and beer forgotten on the coffee table. Tony finally made it onto the bed as she unbuttoned his shirt, flinging off his arms and onto the floor. He pulled her shirt and bra off at the same time, their lips only parting for seconds. She ran her hands down his arms, her fingertips over his strong muscles. She moaned again as he traced kisses down her neck. "Tony..." She said, breathless, as he was doing amazing things to her body. He finished undressing her, and she did the same, his favorite pair of jeans now thrown somewhere in the room. Not able to wait much longer, he plunged into her, both of them moaning with pleasure. Ziva tangled her hand in his hair as she flipped them over, not removing her hand from his hair.
"Zivaaa..." He said into the darkness of the room. She collapsed onto him, both of them breathing hard. "Wow." He said and she smiled, leaning up for a kiss. He kissed her and soon, he was asleep. Ziva kept her hand clasped shut as she stood from the bed, walking silently into the kitchen and placing the few strands of hair she got from Tony into a ziplock bag. She smiled to herself.
He didn't even notice.
"Oh shit." Tony muttered as he looked up from his desk back at NCIS, the next morning. Across the bullpen, Ziva David looked up at him, confused by his sudden outburst. And then, she watched as he quickly ducked down under his desk, away from her sight.
She looked at McGee in confusion before Director Vance entered the bullpen, right as she was about to open her mouth to ask him why Tony was acting...bizarre.
He looked at all of the desks, scanning them carefully as his eyes raked over them precisely, "Looking for something, Director?" Ziva finally questioned, speaking up. His eyes turned to look at her and he stared as if he was looking at an alien of some sort.
"Officer David?" He questioned, in shock, "Why are you here?" he finally asked, "I thought you were in Tel Aviv."
"I was." She nodded, saying nothing more.
He turned around and stared at Tony's 'empty' desk, "Where the hell is DiNozzo?" He demanded, "And don't you dare tell me another lunch break." He looked around the bullpen, and Tim and Ziva just stared at him.
He stopped his stare at Ziva and walked towards her, his hands behind his back, "Where is Agent DiNozzo, Officer David?"
"I..." She looked at Tony's desk and saw his head from the slit under the desk, looking up at her, motioning for her to make something up. Subconsciously, she twirled the ring on her finger, "He is...down with Ducky!" She smiled, and she looked down at Tony again, and he was still motioning for her to continue, "There was a...bomb at the crime scene two days ago and...I do not think that he has recovered." She quickly said and Tony mouthed 'I love you' to her before 'disappearing'.
Vance huffed, "Well." he straightened his jacket, "When he returns could you inform him that I'd like to see him up in my office ASAP."
She nodded, "Yes sir." She watched as he scanned the bullpen one more time and then started out of the squad room and up the stairs. Once Ziva heard the door close, she groaned, "DiNozzo you idiot, what did you do?"
His head appeared on top of the desk, "He gone?" He questioned, looking around before standing up and fixing his outfit, smoothing down his hair as well.
"What. Did. You. Do?" She repeated, slowly.
"Well..." Tony started, taking in a deep breath, "Let's just say that he and I had a little misunderstanding."
He just stared at her, "You."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "Me?"
"Yeah...apparently I 'forgot' to tell him I was taking a flight to Tel Aviv to see you. And then, I kinda didn't tell him I was leaving after I received that video footage of you. So I'm kinda screwed. Especially since he suspended me from field work."
"You were on the field yesterday, Tony."
"Yeah." He smiled, "I know. Apparently Gibbs thought that it was a stupid idea as well. Or he forgot. I hear that that tends to happen to old people."
He was greeted by a swift whack to the back of the head. He winced as Ziva smirked, Gibbs walking around and standing in front of him, "I also heard that older men are wiser."
"Yeah, I was just about to say that." Tony nodded and Gibbs just stared at him for a second longer before walking back to his desk. Tony shared a look with Ziva, who just laughed, as he took his seat at his desk.
Gibbs spoke up first, "McGee, you get that warrant signed by Vance?" They all noticed how Tony started towards the exit quickly before stopping.
McGee smiled and shared a look with Ziva, and Gibbs just stared, "Oh hey, Director Vance." McGee said, loudly.
Tony all but fell out of his chair as he made a run towards the elevator, not looking back.
McGee started laughing first, Ziva's mouth was dropped open, looking at him as he dove into the elevator, closing the doors quickly by rapidly pressing the buttons, and Gibbs gave a small smirk. Ziva turned around to look at the two and, on account of McGee's laughter, she started chuckling herself, putting a hand up to her mouth. Even Gibbs gave a small laugh.
"Mr. Palmer, could you please escort Sargent Bennett to his new home? Locker 207." Jimmy smiled at Ducky.
"Of course, Dr. Mallard." He nodded as Ducky walked over to the lockers and opened up 207, pulling out the drawer before stepping back quickly.
"Anthony DiNozzo!" He exclaimed, "What in the world are you doing in there? Give an old man a heartattack!"
He grinned up at him, "Sorry, Ducky." he whispered, "But I'm hiding."
He chuckled, "From Jethro?"
"No." He shook his head, "Vance."
"Ah." He said, knowingly, "And you thought that the best hiding place would be...in one of my lockers that I use for bodies eh, Tony?"
"It's actually pretty comfortable. Once you get over the stench of bodies and cleaner and the intense cold of course."
Ducky was about to respond when the doors slid open to Autopsy. He moved in front of Tony, so that whoever it was couldn't know that Tony was even there.
"Ducky?" she questioned, and he sighed in relief. It was only Ziva.
"Yes, my dear?"
"I need to talk to you, for a moment." She said, softly, looking up at Jimmy, "Alone."
"Right." He smiled at her before walking out of Autopsy, disposing of his bloody gloves in the trashcan before exiting.
"Ducky, it's about-" She started, wringing her hands together, when he moved out of the way and Tony sat up on the table behind him, "Tony?" She questioned, almost relaxing, "What are you doing here?"
"Hey sweetheart!" He grinned, sitting up and turning towards her, standing on two feet now, "How are you?"
"What are you doing here?" She repeated, again, motioning towards the locker, "In there?"
"From Vance." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with two fingers, "I will come back later, Ducky." She promised before rolling her eyes once more at Tony and leaving Autopsy.
Tony looked at Ducky just as the phone rang. He crossed Autopsy and picked it up, turning slightly towards Tony as he talked on the phone, "Hello? Yes...see you soon." And then, he hung up, turning fully towards Tony, who was now walking towards him.
"Who was that?" Tony questioned.
"Director Vance." And with that, Tony was gone in a flash.
Tony bolted out of the back elevator and down the hallway, making sure that Director Vance wasn't anywhere in sight as he sneaked past the stairwell and the entrance to the bullpen.
Ziva stood immediately from where she was seated at her desk as soon as Tony was in view, "What are you doing?" She hissed at him, "You are not going to be able to avoid it forever!"
"I can!" Tony whispered back before she watched him run and disappear into the men's restroom.
She sighed and took her seat back at her desk, looking down at the paperwork that was laying there, "You should listen to your own advice." She whispered softly to herself.
Tony smiled as he walked into the bathroom, that was, until the stall opened and Director Vance walked out.
He looked at him with wide eyes and then started towards the door when Vance stopped him, placing a hand on his sholder. Tony scrunched his nose up, "You didn't wash your hands. Gross." he noted as he glared at him.
"Doesn't matter. With me, DiNozzo. I've been looking for you all day." He said as he shoved him out of the bathroom and back down the hallway. Tony sighed, it was like he was walking the walk of shame...once again.
He locked eyes with Ziva, who, once again, stood up when he walked by, and she sent him a look of hope and compassion. They started up the stairs and across the catwalk, Tony's eyes locked with Ziva's, when Vance muttered something that broke him out of his trance, "You've got a lot of nerve, DiNozzo."
He stopped and snapped his eyes to the back of his head, "Excuse me?" He demanded, and Vance turned around to look at Tony.
"You've got a lot of nerve, DiNozzo, breaking not only my rules, but Gibbs' rules, and Director David's rules." There was a small group that was starting to form in the squad room as people stopped and stared at the two up on the catwalk.
"Look, I don't give a damn about Director David's rules, your rules, or even Gibbs' rules when it comes to Ziva's safety!" he shouted and a couple of women turned and smiled at Ziva, who felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she continued to look up at them, twisting the ring on her finger with her right hand.
"Well you should! You're lucky I don't kick your ass out of NCIS right now! You're lucky you're such a good damn agent!"
"Yeah, I am a good agent!" he agreed, "But I bet I could be a better damn director than you."
A couple gasped from around Ziva, and she felt as if she couldn't move from her place. As if she was transfixed there, "Excuse me?" It was Vance's turn to get annoyed as he walked towards him.
"I did what was best for Ziva, myself, and the entire agency. Correction! Agencies. Plural. NCIS and Mossad." He put up two fingers to make a point, "She's the best you got and you know it, but you just don't want to admit it. That or the fact that I might have done something right, despite your stupid rules because my rule number one, Vance? I don't sit on the sidelines when my people are in trouble. You got a problem with that? Then you better stay the hell away." He growled.
"At least you follow someone's rules. I suspended you from field work, DiNozzo!"
"Sorry." Tony smiled, sarcastically, "I didn't know that that worked internationally as well!"
"You watch your mouth, DiNozzo." he warned, "And if you ever disobey me like that again and go after Officer David or anyone else-"
"She's my fiancee, Vance! What the hell was I supposed to do?!"
That shut Vance up for a while. He just stared at him as the women and men that had gathered to watch all looked at her, murmuring in hushed whispers amongst each other. She turned the ring in on her finger again, faster this time, "You're getting married?" He questioned, "To Officer David?"
"Yup." He nodded, grinning proudly as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Director David gave you permission." He asked, laughing slightly; he didn't believe it.
"I didn't need it. I don't give a damn about his opinion because obviously he has no idea what the hell he's doing." Tony paused and looked at him, dead in his eyes, "Just like you."
Nobody said a word to Anthony DiNozzo for another hour.
Frankly, they were scared of him.
Since his little...whatever it was with Vance, his face was OSU red. He kept his head down, scribbling on a peice of paper, his left hand in his hair. Ziva felt him look up at her a couple of times, but when she looked up, he returned to his peice of paper.
She looked at her watch again, 1134h, it read. In about an hour, she and McGee or DiNozzo, as he would be soon, had to be at the office to do the paternity test. She briefly wondered how she was going to leave the office with McGee without anyone getting suspicious. She felt a stare from Gibbs and she looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows and she knew exactly what he was talking about. She shook her head and he quickly stood up, drawing attention from the two other agents.
"Ziva, with me." He said and wiggled his finger at her. She returned the look from Tony before standing and following Gibbs to his favorite spot, the elevator. Ziva gave Tony another look as she stepped in, the elevator going into motion, before abruptly stopping. He looked down at the Israeli, his blue eyes icicles. "He doesn't know?"
"No." Ziva replied quickly, "I do not want to tell him until I am sure that it is his."
"You need him to do a paternity test." Gibbs said.
"No I do not. I have everything worked out."
"Ziva...He's got to know."
"I will tell him, Gibbs."
"He is not going to be happy when he finds out that you have been hiding this from him."
"I have a good reason." She said through her teeth.
Gibbs smirked, "Yeah? It better be a damn good one. I know my senior field agent..."
"He is my fiancee, Gibbs." She interrupted, her brown eyes just as murderous as his blue ones.
"You shouldn't hide things from your fiancee!" He almost shouted. Ziva only crossed her arms as a response.
"I will tell him soon."
"By the end of the week. Or I will tell him."
"Why are you doing this?"
"It's a marine thing." He said and flipped the switch, the elevator came back to life.
"If it was any other team..." Gibbs turned to her and flipped the switch again.
"It's not. I take care of my family." He flipped the switch again, and Ziva couldn't help but smile. Did Gibbs really just call the team his family?
The silver doors slid open again and Tony stood from his desk, wondering what the hell Gibbs was doing with Ziva. He figured he'd be the one in there getting his butt chewed out for being such a smart ass with Vance. He looked down at Ziva, who had a small smile on her face as she returned to her seat. He walked over to her and spoke softly.
She looked up at him and nodded, "Fine." She replied.
"Ok." Tony looked down at his watch, "It's almost noon, wanna go grab a bite?"
"No thank you, Tony." She said. Before looking back down, she sent a glance to McGee. Tony then turned to the probie and raised an eyebrow.
"O-k....well you want me to bring you something back?"
"No." She replied.
He chuckled, "You gotta eat, babe." He said.
"DiNozzo, you're breaking the rules." Gibbs said.
"Right. Ok, be back in a little while." He started to lean down for a kiss, but caught a glare from Gibbs, so he stood to his full form. He quickly dissapeared into the elevator. Gibbs got a call on his cell phone and he answered it.
"Be right there, Abs." As soon as he was gone, Ziva stared at McGee again and he let out a sigh before standing. Ziva stood as well and grabbed her purse, which contained the real Anthony DiNozzo's DNA.
"Tony owes me big time for doing this." He mumbled. Ziva half smiled at him, but she couldn't reply.
Her stomach was in knots.
In a matter of hours, she would know if the baby inside of her was Tony's or not.
Her mind raced.
What was she going to do if it wasn't?
McGee and Ziva sat in the waiting room, Ziva's leg bouncing up and down impatiently. "What is taking so long?" She said through her teeth.
"Will you calm down?" McGee said, and after the weird looks from the people next to him, he added, "Sweetie." Ziva looked at him and half smiled.
"Well, darling, I thought that when you had an appointment to see someone, that you got to see that someone very quickly." McGee rolled his eyes and returned to the magazine, when the woman next to him put her hand on his.
"When are you two getting married, sweetie?" She had a grin on her face and McGee chuckled from nervousness.
"Well..uhh..." He turned and looked at Ziva, his eyes grew bigger, "We...haven't set the date yet." He said.
She patted his hand, "Oh honey, don't wait too long. You two make a lovely couple, and I bet you will make even prettier children. Oh, you must have children." McGee nodded slowly.
"Maybe one day." He said and was more than relieved when the doctor called Ziva's name. They both stood, and as they followed the doctor. "You could've helped me out there."
"You seemed to have a handle on it, Tony." Ziva said with a smile, but then lost it as she looked down at her watch. Tony would be back to NCIS soon. They walked into a examination room and the doctor had a clipboard in his hand, writing on it quickly.
"Ok, you are...Miss David?"
She smiled, "It is pronounced Dah-Veed."
"Oh yes, I'm sorry." He shook her hand and then turned to McGee, "And you are Mr. DiNozzo, correct?"
McGee shook his head nervously, "Yes." Ziva rolled her eyes when the doctor turned away from them. McGee was such a horrible liar.
"I am Doctor Williamson. We're doing a paternity test, so that means," he handed both of them a clipboard and a pen, "that I need to you to fill all of this out, honestly." They both nodded as the doctor continued, "After examining your medical history, I have decided that an Amniocentesis will the best way of doing this without harming you and your unborn child. We'll get a small amount of amniotic fluid from the fetus, and that will be used to test with your DNA, Mr. DiNozzo." The both nodded as they understood. "Ok, I will leave you two to answer these questions privately, and I will be back shortly." The doctor promptly left, closing the large door behind him.
Ziva shook her head and let out a sigh, "You really need to relax, Tim."
"Hey, it's not easy pretending to be Tony."
"Will you just...fill out the paperwork so we can get back?" McGee sat down in the only chair in the room, and Ziva hoped on the bed, crossing her legs as she wrote on the clipboard. "What's Tony's height?" He suddenly asked.
Ziva looked at him, "6'1."
Ziva let out a sigh, "McGee." She said plainly.
"What? I don't know these things!" He defended.
"He is your partner." Ziva replied.
"No, he is your partner."
"He is our partner, Tim." She said and reached out to him, "Hand it to me."
"Thank you. I'm not him anyway." Ziva rolled her eyes and quickly filled out the two clipboards before handing Tony's back to McGee. The doctor walked in shortly after.
"Ok, all done?" He said and they both handed him their clipboards. "Excellent. Alright, now, Mr. DiNozzo, we'll need your DNA, and unless you want to give us your blood, a hair sample will do."
McGee smiled, "Well, actually, doctor, in preparation of today, I actually already have that sample for you." He pulled the ziploc bag that Ziva handed him earlier from his pocket and smiled.
"Ok, well, then your done." A nurse walked in and the doctor smiled, "Now, we just get this fluid from baby, and you and Miss David are dismissed." He turned to Ziva, "Can you disrobe your top, please?" McGee's eyes grew big and he stood, walking towards the door quickly. "Agent DiNozzo, you don't have to leave."
He turned to him, "Uh, yeah, well, I um...wanted...some coffee." He chuckled nervously, "I've seen all of it before anyway." He added. Doctor Williamson laughed.
"Would you like some tea, sweetcheeks?" McGee said softly.
"No, thank you." She said and glared at him as he left the room. McGee let out a sigh as he closed the door behind him.
That was close.
Not that he would've minded seeing them, but, Tony would kill him.
And he didn't even want to think of what Ziva would do.
Slow. Painful. Death.
His thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone rang. He picked it up, "McGee." He said, a little loud, and he quickly looked around to make sure that no one heard him.
"Probie. Where are you?" Tony's voice came through the phone, and McGee's heartbeat picked up.
"I'm uh...at a resturaunt, Tony. I'll be back soon. Ran into somebody I know."
"Have you seen Ziva? She's not back yet and Gibbs said that she left with you."
"No she didn't leave with me, we left at the same time. And no, I haven't seen her." He shut his eyes and shook his head.
"Get back here. We've got work to do." He said and hung up the phone. McGee let out another sigh and waited outside of the room, sipping on his coffee slowly. The door opened about 10 minutes later, and the doctor, nurse, and Ziva walked out in a line. They started down the hall and the woman that was talking to McGee earlier was walking down the hall, the opposite way. McGee quickly wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist, and pulled her close to him. They both smiled as the woman passed, and McGee quickly dropped his arm. The doctor stopped in front of the nurses station and handed them two more clipboards, "Miss David, if you will please sign this one, and Mr. DiNozzo, this one." They both nodded and McGee looked at Ziva before taking the pen in his left hand. He signed Tony's name, quickly, before he broke into a sweat. Ziva signed hers and the doctor smiled at them, shaking their hands again. "Thank you both. We should have your results by tomorrow evening at the latest." Ziva and McGee nodded and he put his hand on the small of her back as he opened the door for her.
"Hey, Dr. Williamson."
"Hey, Nick, how've you been?"
"Fine thanks. Do you mind me asking, who was that man that just left? He looks familiar and I thought I might know him."
"Oh, Special Agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo." Nick stared out the door, his eyes narrowed, "So? Do you know him?"
Nick turned to the doctor and smiled, "Oh yeah. I know him."
Somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean, a man sat at a mahogany desk, trying to get work done, trying to assign new men to new missions.
Sitting back in his seat, he wiped the brow of his forehead with the back of his hand, the sweat rolling down his wrist in tiny little beads. Shaking his head and muttering something in Hebrew, he let his eyes linger to a picture on the desk, next to his computer.
It was a picture of his three children.
And now they were all dead.
Carefully, he lifted one finger up and traced the golden frame it was in. He stared right into Tali's eyes, though she was turned slightly away from the camera, holding someone's hand. She was a shy one for the camera, a completely different from his other children. She had a sense of vulnerability around her, one that Eli had believed was going to kill her some day.
Little did he know that that was true.
The man standing behind the two women was tall and handsome, a smile on his face. However, it was sinister. He had started off as someone that Eli had thought would become a great Mossad assassin.
Little did he know that that was the exact opposite.
His eyes finally met the woman's in the middle, smiling. He sighed. He didn't think that this would be so hard for him. It shouldn't be. Honestly, it wasn't. But, deep in his gut, he felt a little guilt sitting there. He shouldn't have felt guilty. She did her job. Though, he wasn't sure if she actually returned back to the other two Mossad officers. If not, she was just missing.
But, it became clear to him one thing: he was trying to succeed when he knew he had failed.
The guilt left his stomach.
He went to turn back to his paperwork when there was a knock on the door, "Come in." He said, in Hebrew, and the door slowly opened. He glanced up, and then back down at his papers, before snapping his head back up to the entrance of the door, "Officer Jarib?" He demanded, "What are you doing here?" He asked, in English. Jarib just slowly closed the door behind him, "I thought that I banned you from here!" He stood and pointed to the door, "Get out!"
"I just need to talk to you, for a moment." He said, and Eli sighed.
"You have one minute, my boy." He finally decided, fuming as he sat back down.
Jarib quickly walked to stand in front of the Director's desk. The room was quiet for a couple of long seconds and Eli turned back to his paperwork, shaking his head, "I found Officer David." he finally spoke.
Eli looked up at him, "Dead or Alive?"
"Alive." He nodded.
"Where is she?"
"Back home." He finally decided, choosing his answer wisely.
"Officer Sahar and Gonen?"
"Completed the mission. As you know."
"Yes..." He leaned back in his seat, stroking his chin as he pondered, "I know."
"Sir..." Jarib started, "I am speaking on a personal level with Officer David and yourself, not a professional level." In Gibbs' words, he was speaking from the heart. Director David nodded and motioned for him to continue. He took in a deep breath, "I found Ziva in the hands of a Hamas terrorist, deprived from food, water, and the basic needs of life. She had been there for approximately three days."
The room was quiet for a moment as Eli soaked the information in. He smirked, "I see."
"That is your daughter." Jarib said, almost in shock.
"I know who my daughter is. It was a fine punishment."
"For what?" Jarib demanded, causing Eli to look up at him; it was his turn to be shocked at Jarib's sudden outburst.
"She has been more loyal to NCIS than to me!"
"Maybe she had good reason." He spat.
"She may be my daughter but-"
"No, sir!" Jarib shouted, standing up fully, "She's your daughter first! She may work for you, but she is your daughter first! And I would think that a father would be more concerned about what I came here to tell you about!"
"Her being captured by terrorists?"
"No!" He shouted again, "The fact that, during her stay in the terrorist cell, she was raped!"
Eli quickly shut his mouth and just stared, leaning back in his seat, sinking into the expensive leather, trying to soak in the words that had come out of Officer Jarib's mouth.
For once, he had nothing to say.