Disclaimer: As always do not own them, and I never intend to. Just like to borrow.

A/N: Thank You for reading, and have a wonderful day.

Heat Wave

Ziva groaned as the news reported another hot and steamy day was to hit D.C. "Sorry folks it looks like another scorcher today. Expected high is to be 98 degrees with a humidity index of 62 percent. So remember to keep cool, drink lots of water, and stay inside with the air conditioning on."
"You think I'm not already doing that," Ziva yells at the TV as she looks at the several fans surrounding her. Deciding that the fans weren't doing their job properly, she pushes herself up from the couch and heads to the kitchen for a sweet treat.

Opening the freezer door Ziva basks in the rush of cool air hitting her exposed hot skin. She searches through several shelves and behind several boxes of Popsicle varieties before she finds her hidden box of double fudge ice cream bars. Knowing that she had two bars left she easily deduces who could be the culprit. "Tony!" she screams causing a loud thud to emanate from upstairs.

With sound trailing behind him Tony rushes down the stairs to see what's wrong with his wife. "Ziva what's wrong? Is it the baby," he says out of breath.
"You ate my last two double fudge ice cream pops. I purposely hid it from you, and yet you still found it. I hate you're stiffer," she exclaims grabbing a few ice pops before heading back to the living room.
"I think you mean sniffer my beautiful ninja," Tony says making his way into dangerous territory.
"I mean both. You're stiffer got me into this position. Thanks to you I'm 9 months pregnant during the hottest summer in decades. I can't see my feet anymore, I'm tired, everything hurts, I have to pee every five minutes, and I'm hot and thanks to you I don't have my favorite treat to cool me down." Ziva places her arms on top of her stomach as her focus goes back to ZNN.

"Your little fury bear is very sorry. He didn't mean to eat the last double fudge pop. Could you forgive him," Tony says putting on his best puppy dog pout. Ziva glances at him attempting to hold back a laugh at his face. "Please Zee-vah I'll do anything to make it up to you," he says wrapping his arms around his wife. She turns to look at him and quietly studies his face.
"Anything?" She questions while feeling the roughness of his unshaven cheek.
"Anything," he replies hoping she's thinking the same as his.
"Could you turn up the air conditioning," she asks planting a quick peck on his lips.

Groaning in frustration Tony moves himself from the couch to the thermostat on the wall. Deciding he would rather have a cold wife then a hot one he places the temp at a cool 60 degrees. He presses the confirmation button, but instead of the sweet sound of the fan turning on, a loud screech of metal on metal resounded throughout the home. Moving to the vent he bends over to test the air and is unhappy to find no air coming out. "What did you do now Tony?" he hears a voice ask from behind him. Grimacing he stands up to face his wife glaring at him with an evil eye for added effect.
"The ac broke," he states timidly waiting for her reaction. She gives him a few more seconds of silence before pushing him away. Testing the vent for herself Ziva turns to him and smacks across his chest.
"Why did you touch it?" she asks frustrated at the turn of events the day has taken.
Knowing that any answer referring to her request to change the temperature would result in him being drop kicked to the floor. Tony answers with a quick, "I'm Sorry. I know how about you come into work with me. The air will be on and hey you can spend the day with Abby. You know she's been begging to help pick out names for the baby." He watches her as she considers the options, hoping for a response which will make his day a little bit easier.
"Okay, but we're going to stop by the market for more fudge pops," she says before heading up the stairs to get ready.

Pulling out of the Friendly's Market parking lot Tony relishes in the sudden silence that has filled the car, all thanks to the double fudge pop in his wife's mouth. Taking a chance, he reaches over to rub Ziva's stomach as it houses their lively child within. Ziva looks up at him and smiles as her hand moves to rest atop his. "Thank you my furry bear," she says flashing her brown eyes at him as she eats her Popsicle.
"Anything for you my crazy incubator," he teases while grabbing her to rest between them.
"Stop calling me that," she says gripping his hand and pushing it back towards his wrist.
"Ow! Ziva stop please. I'm sorry I promise I'll never do it again," Tony cries as he tries to get his hand back.
Seeing that they are stopped, Ziva pulls him toward her and whispers into his ear, "If you ever call me that again. You will not live to see this child born." she releases his hand just as the light turns green.

As he moves the car forward Tony forgoes any other ideas of conversation to save his life. Ten silent minutes later they arrive in the navy yard. Ziva quickly exits the car in a huff as she moves towards the front door. "Wait where are you going," Tony yells running after her while slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"To Abby, Now I will see you later, be a good little boy," she says patting his cheek before heading off to the lab. He watches her leave then heads to the elevator.

Walking off the elevator Tony's voice can be heard throughout the bullpen, causing McGhee to look up from his computer. "No I need you there by three. Yes this is a life and death situation; look just be there." He slams his cell phone shut before throwing it on the desk.
"Something wrong Tony?" McGhee asks.
"You think McNosy. I've got a pregnant ex-Mossad agent who I can't do anything right with, and the air went out at our house this morning. I swear if the baby does not come soon the only safe place for me will be in autopsy," Tony complains in a loud groan.
"I'm sure it's not that bad."
"You have no idea Tim. The hormones and mood swings alone are enough to drive the strongest many crazy. Just this morning I nearly had my head snapped off just because I ate her last two double fudge pops. I mean how was I supposed to know that was all we had." Tony's speech is cut off with hard slap to the back of his head. "Boss?" he asks.
"You should know Dinozzo to never touch a pregnant woman's food. Especially the one carrying you're child," Gibbs says walking to his desk with coffee in hand.
"You're right boss. Tell me how did you survive? How are you still alive?" Tony asks leaning against Gibbs' desk.
"I didn't get my wife pregnant in winter," he says calmly taking a sip from his cup.
"Right boss stupid me," he mumbles to himself as he heads back to his desk.

Down in Abby's lab laughter can be heard coming from the office as the two women share stories. "Tony is running me up the wall. First he eats my fudge pops then breaks the air condition, and that's just today. Last week we were discussing names and he would not take it seriously. I mean our baby is almost here, and yet we still do not have a name. What kind of parents will we be if our child will be born without a name?" Ziva says exasperated at the circumstances surrounding her life.
"Ziva everything will be fine. I'm sure by the time the baby arrives you'll have decided on the name, and all of Tony's misdeeds will have been forgotten. You'll have a little baby in your arms and nothing else will matter. Hey you know a great name for a girl would be Tiva," Abby suggests getting a curious look from Ziva.
"Tiva, what does that mean?" she asks searching through the book in her hand.
"Soul mates, it stands for Tony and Ziva. You get it?"
"Abby I do not think it is a good idea to name our child after us. It would be a little weird. What do you think of Roni for a boy? It means my joy, and that is definitely what this little one is to me," she says rubbing the side of her stomach.
"Sounds nice what were you thinking as a middle name?" Abby asks moving to sit by her friend.
"Don't tell Gibbs, but Tony and I decided that if it's a boy then we're going to give it the middle name Jethro and if a girl, Jenny."
"Oh Roni Jethro. Little RJ that is so cute," Abby says contemplating the names for a girl.
"RJ is a very good name. RJ Dinozzo what do you think about that little one?" Ziva asks her orb getting a handprint in response. "Well I think that's a yes." She lets out a little laugh as the child within gives her a few more swift kicks.

Later that night, Tony and Ziva lie in bed wrapped in each other's arms as the cool air blasts through the home cooling it."I love you Ziva," Tony says kissing the top of her head as his hands move around her exposed stomach.
"I love you too Tony, and don't worry I'm sure I'll return to normal once the baby is born. I am sorry about today I hope you can forgive me," she says rolling into his chest.
"Always Ziva. I love you and our little one and will do anything for you. Even if it means more late night runs to get more double fudge pops," Tony laughs as he runs his fingers through her hair. Looking down he notices that she has fallen asleep and soft snores begin to emanate from her. "Goodnight Ziva" he whispers while bringing the covers up over them, signaling a perfect end to a tumultuous day.