38A:N/ This is my first shot at an NCIS fanfic. I hope you can enjoy it! I wrote this after watching "Undercovers"…can you really wonder why this popped into my head?
Dis.: I don't own any of these fabulous characters, just the little play that goes on in my mind.
The not knowing? Yes, she decided that was what she hated the most about the nightmare her life had become. She hated the suffocating feeling of not knowing all the answers. The thumping of her heart whenever she thought of the many possible outcomes to this single afternoon had her more confused than one of Tony's American adages. Tony. How would Tony react to this, to learning the secret she had been holding onto for nearly three months now?
Her clothes were still fitting, this was a good thing. Until she worked up the courage to tell the father then she was going to take some serious precautions. In between the lull of cases she had found herself googling early pregnancy. The irony of the whole situation was that Tony had been sitting across from her and flinging rubber bands so they would get caught in her loose hair.
Every day they saw each other, ate together, and sometimes even drove the other home. But nothing would ruin their friendship more than what Ziva was dying to tell him. She was sure of this.
They had gotten back from their undercover mission almost two and a half months ago. After the mandatory counseling session with NCIS's shrink, Tony had so nicely offered to drive her home. Perhaps he himself was confused about their time together in the hotel room, just as she was. The two partners sat in silence in the car ride, each mind filled with guilty memories of false love. Or maybe it wasn't false love, each hoped. Maybe the other had felt the same way as the two lay tangled in sheets.
When the two partners arrived at Ziva's small and simple apartment, he walked her to the front door, trying hard not to remember what her thin body looked like under her cargo pants and tee shirt. Her key slid into the lock with no resistance, just as everything in her life was. Just the way Ziva made it, slick and smooth with little to no problem. Until of course, she met Tony.
With no warning, Ziva turned her door half open as one of her hands clutched the handle tightly. Her other remained free and lax at her side. Not looking up into the admittedly charming eyes of her partner she summoned the courage to ask the most important question she had been dying to ask all night. One of many that is.
"Do you want to come in?" she whispered, internally berating herself for allowing her partner to have this affect on her. What they had done while undercover had no affect whatsoever on their daily lives. That was acting. This was living. But somewhere deep in her mind, she desperately wanted the two to cross.
Swallowing hard, he nodded his head a slow yes and the smile that spread on her face told him all he needed to know and more. This visit to her apartment wasn't just for an after case drink. No. He didn't quite know what she had in mind, but he liked the idea of not knowing.
Once inside, she had shed her comfortable hiking shoes and suggested he do the same. Casually she called over her shoulder if he would like a beer.
"Trying to get me drunk Ziva? Figure if I'm out of it, it'll be easier for you to have your way with me?" He teased, measuring each word just so, making sure that some of the tension between the two was lifted. Relaxing into the couch, Tony surveyed the room and found nothing of great personality. A small TV was located on a bookcase across from where he was sitting, and beside it was a pile of D.. He didn't have to get up to see that the movies Ziva had recently bought. A sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind told him she had been paying closer attention to his movie quotes than he had thought. There were no pictures on the walls, just a small framed photo on the upper most corner of the bookcase. Before he was able to stand and grab a quick look he heard the fridge in the other room shut and the soft padding of her feet enter the room.
The image of her as she reentered the room, carrying two uncapped beers and a long skeleton lighter, was casual and homely. Tony felt his throat thicken as he quickly reinvented the situation. He relished in how natural he felt, imagining that they had just put the kids to bed and the two partners were relaxing on the couch to watch a movie and finish the night with a playful romp in the bedroom.
But this image was shattered when Ziva's accented whisper broke his attention.
"Do you honestly think I would need you drunk in order to have my work with you?" She whispered huskily, sipping her beer and flicking the lighter so a vibrant orange glow emanated. She leant across the coffee table and illuminated the wick of a petite candle. The smell of vanilla filled the room.
"Have your way with me, Ziva. The term is way." He corrected as he sipped his own beer and tried to direct his attention away from her extremely close body.
"Well then. I don't believe I would need any sort of outdoor influences to get you. But that is just me." She told him truthfully, avoiding his eyes once more as she took a larger swig of her beer.
He didn't ignore how hot the room felt. He didn't ignore how amber her skin looked in the light of the candle. He didn't ignore how right she was. She didn't need more than her own self to get him so distracted and hard that it was difficult to think a solid thought. Other than the want to be with her.
"Is that so?" he riddled, gently placing his beer on the coffee table. She swallowed. It was now or never.
"Yes." She whispered, plopping her own beer beside his. A second later, her body was pressed against his and the two faces were inches away. The over whelming need to be with the other was so strong that Tony closed his eyes and blinked them again, making an almost pained grunt as Ziva shifted and straddled his lap. Dropping her head so their faces were only centimeters apart, the last thing the two said before Tony wrapped his arms around her and carried her warm body to the nearby bedroom was a simultaneous "Hell yes."
Gibbs paced past her desk, dropping off a tall coffee as he went. Smiling a thank you, she picked up the cardboard cup and brought it to her lips. A little fake sip, a small deceiving gulp and a wide smile was enough to fool the team one more morning.
Or so she thought.
"Ziva? Is there something wrong with your coffee?" Gibbs asked, turning on his computers as he drank his own.
"No sir. Just feeling a little bit under the temperature." She assured him, pressing her hand to her forehead and scrunching her face in the very realistic impression of vomiting. The thing was that she was very used to this expression. She had only been suffering from terrible morning sickness, on her own, for the last three months.
Before Gibbs could say anything, Tony leapt on the ability to correct her. "Under the weather, you mean Ziva? And what's wrong? Do you need a ride to the doctor?" He asked, voice laced with concern.
"No Tony, I am fine." She snapped. His hurt expression made her remorseful of her hormonal instability. "But thank you."
"Are you sure? You look a little pale Ziva. Maybe I should take you anyway…" he said, standing already and sliding his arms into the sleeves of his winter coat.
"Tony I am fine." She growled, staring into his face as she brought the coffee cup to her lips and gulped. A smug smile was plastered on her face as she wheeled her chair out and brushed past Tony.
"So your fine then?" he called, causing her to turn and wave her assurance to him.
"She's fine." Gibbs growled as Tony turned and started for his seat.
"Whatever you say boss…whatever you say." Hanging his coat on the back of his chair he sat and began work on his keyboard, typing out an e-mail to his mother which he had been trying to write for the past hour.
As he struggled over the perfect words, a frightened yelp and a scream tore him from his screen. Panic filled his mind and all he could think was Ziva. He wasn't sure how he knew but he did.
"Tony its Ziva!" McGee panted, running, grabbing the half wall surrounding the bull pen to stop himself from running past DiNozzo's desk. But DiNozzo wasn't there. Instead he was on his way to pushing through a crowd of fellow agents crowded outside the women's bathroom.
"Tony!" Ziva screamed, throat thick with fear and tears.
The sight he saw as he pushed his way into the otherwise empty ladies room broke his heart. Ziva sat curled on the floor, a pinkish-red puddle around her ankles.
"Oh god," he cried, dropping to his knees and pulling her into his arms. Her wet cheeks pressed against his chest and she shuddered as he brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Someone call 911!" He yelled, tears clouding his eyes as Ziva tugged his head down to her face. Pressing her lips to his, both salty with tears, she whimpered "Anthony, I am pregnant."
TBC
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