Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of it's characters. I do not profit from any of my silly little stories, I write fan fiction merely to pass the time while working third shift. : )
Author's Note: I wouldn't want Ziva to ever have a baby on the show. But there are a lot of fanfic out there about her and Tony having a baby, and I haven't seen any that really were the way I thought it would go. So I decided to write my own. Enjoy. And please review! Constructive criticism is always accepted and appreciated. Thanks. : )
Ziva splashed her face with cold water and rubbed her eyes before looking in the mirror. She couldn't believe this was happening… to her of all people! No no no… it wasn't possible! And yet there was the stick… two lines.
She wanted to tell somebody, to hear what somebody else thought. But she knew that Tony should be the first person she told, and she wasn't ready to do that. She didn't know what she was going to do yet, and it didn't seem right to talk to him about it without knowing what she wanted. She shook her head. This could not be happening! She was so careful! She knew that an extra heavy caseload or an undercover mission could cause one to forget a pill, so she opted to get the shot every few months instead. She never missed an appointment. And yet still, the little piece of plastic on her sink said that her carefulness had done nothing to prevent this. A baby. A real, live baby. She wasn't even seriously dating Tony. They had started sleeping together a few months ago. Not on a regular basis, just every now and then. "Friends with benefits," Tony had called it. And although it was a casual thing, she hadn't slept with anyone else since they had started it. It could only be Tony's.
She shook her head again as if to shake the reality of it away. She had better finish getting ready for work, or else she'd be late. She opened the medicine cabinet and placed the pregnancy test on the top shelf. She'd have to come back to that.
An hour an a half later she was sitting at her desk. Was it just her, or was Tony particularly annoying today? Just looking at his face was irritating her. And McGee… had he always typed so loudly? The smell of Gibbs' coffee was enough to make her vomit. She rubbed her temples. This must all be in her head. How could she suddenly be feeling sick today, when she had been fine yesterday. Surely the symptoms of pregnancy did not just appear once you urinated on a stick. Tony was saying something to her, but she missed it.
"Hmm? What was that, Tony?" She raised an eyebrow and looked over at him.
"I said, 'Rough night, Zee-vuh?'" Was he always this chipper in the morning? Ugh…
"No, Tony. I am fine." She gave him a look that clearly said, "Drop it!" Of course, he didn't. Instead, he got up and stretched loudly and obnoxiously.
"Anyone we know?" He gave her that big goofy grin. Luckily, before she could decide the best way to kill him, Gibbs hung up his phone and jumped up.
"Grab your gear, we got a dead Marine." They all grabbed their things and were heading for the elevator. As Tony walked past Ziva's desk, she grabbed his arm and looked around.
"Hey, I need to speak to you." He grinned at her and put a hand on her back, pushing her towards the elevator.
"Is that your way of telling me not to make plans tonight?"
"No. Yes. No, I need to speak to you today. Without Gibbs and McGee," She whispered. He raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"David! Dinozzo! Today!" They ran for the elevator and Tony slipped a hand in just in time. As the elevator doors closed, Tony wondered what Ziva could have to talk to him so badly about.