She became pregnant by one brother, and married the other. Now her first love is back — who will Ziva choose? Seven years ago Tony DiNozzo married the young and pregnant Ziva David when his brother had abandoned her. But now Marco DiNozzo is back in town and the two brothers are competing for the same woman. Who will Ziva choose?

Disclaimer: Not yet but very very soon if what the purple gnomes have been telling me is true!

(A/N: Here is the new version of my story DiNozzo's bride since the old version has unfortunatly been wiped. Thank you to all those readers who messaged me to alert me to the situation. I'm hoping to be in the same position with this story as I was previously (chapter 7) very soon so stay tuned and remember to review. Also this is an AU fic so if thats not your usual cup of tea please no flames! Much love xxx)

"I guess you've been informed."

"Hmm of what?" Ziva DiNozzo asked as she finished ironing the last of the finished bed sheets and added it to the orderly pile sitting atop the shining pine dresser. She wanted to get the ironing done and put away so she wouldn't have to do it the next day before going to her part-time job at the Naval yard and could have a house-work free weekend. Waiting for him to elaborate, she glanced up and saw the reflection of her husband, Tony, standing on the other side of the bedroom in the wide mirror. He'd unbuttoned his White work shirt and as she watched, he yanked the shirt from his Charcoal suit trousers and shrugged out of it, balling it up in his fist. Obviously there was something bothering him enough to make him attack his clothes this way but she hadn't heard anything and was a bit puzzled at his behavior.

He wasn't looking at her, though; in fact he was looking everywhere but her and she suppressed a yearning little sigh at the sight of Tony's bare chest. Her husband was nothing if not a glorious looking man, and although he was aware of his generally effect on the opposite sex he'd likely figure she'd lost her mind if she told him so.

She swept up the pile of bed sheets and slowly made her way past him almost dropping a few to the linen closet squeezed into the far corner of their en-suite. She juggled the high stack and opened the door. The inside shelves were in disarray, almost as if Jacob had been burrowing through for one of his toys. Ziva knew it was more likely that it was Tony who'd left the tumbled mess. He had a tendency to do that when he was searching for an old item to turn into a work rag for whatever he was trying to fix around their home. She glimpsed a bordering on tidy corner and began adjusting the pile of ironed bedding into it.

"Informed of what?"

Tony didn't instantly answer and she elevated her voice a little and repeated the question. "You guess I was informed of what?"

She gazed over her shoulder, hearing Tony's gentle footsteps behind her.

"Marco's back," he said in his reserved voice.

Ziva froze. She was aware of the fast spill of pale lemon and blue sheets as the bedding she'd been confining to the closet fell from the shelf to the cold marble-tiled floor. Her stomach fell and she felt empty and sick and dizzy at the same moment... "I…What….excuse me?"

Tony scanned her face, his deeply green eyes indecipherable. "You heard me."

She took a few deep breaths and tried to clear her head. She'd been married to Tony for almost eight years now. Their ninth anniversary was only another week off. They had plans for the entire weekend by themselves. Abby and Tim were having Jacob and she and Tony were going to a cottage on the coast. She'd bought him a Sean Connery James Bond 007 Framed Hand Signed Presentation box and his usual amount of various DVD's that he had to have and a Magnum PI gift. It had taken her months to track down the presentation box and she'd had to lure Jacob with a bag of chocolate sweets and a new Hot wheels car to keep the promise that he wouldn't tell his daddy what he'd seen be delivered one afternoon when he had been home from school with a cold. Tony had passed on his disturbing infatuation for all things movies and TV shows to Jacob. And quite frequently she would come upon them both stretched out on the sofa engrossed in as Ziva would call it a "man-movie". In face Ziva had lost count the amount of times she would wake up in the early hours of the morning to find their bed empty. She would make her way into the lounge and find both her boys snuggled up on the couch with the TV replaying the preview sequence. She would turn both the TV and DVD off before lifting Jacob and carrying him to bed then make her way to the lounge again to cover Tony with a blanket and turning off the lamp.

She made for the bedding once more, naturally refolding and piling them in the cluttered closet thinking that they would consequently need to be ironed again. But another day. Soon she'd plan to pull everything out and organize it properly getting rid of all the excess linen they had acquired in the last eight years, she thought stupidly. "Are you, uh, sure? How do you know? Did you see him? Have you spoken to him?" Did you tell him about Jacob? She had wanted, needed to ask the question but didn't. Couldn't.

"Maria called me."

Ziva felt the anxiety slowly ebbing away a little. Maria DiNozzo was Tony's stepmother, having married his father when he was nine... "So he's in Virginia, then. At Maria's." A few safe hours away from their home in Georgetown, where she and Tony and their son, Jacob, lived. Their son. No matter what factors and decisions had led to Jacob's birth, she considered Tony to be Jacob's father in every way that counted. Dammit Tony was Jacobs's daddy in the only way that counted. To her at least... She accepted that Tony felt the same.

She finally became aware that Tony hadn't responded to her question. "Tony? Marco is...in Virginia. Isn't he...?"

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