Chapter 1

"Zi." Tony DiNozzio tried again as he stood in the elevator with his fiancée, pleading her not to leave. He flicked the emergency switch and the elevator powered down. He put his hand on Ziva's stomach containing his child. At 2 months she wasn't showing yet, a small bump could only be seen if you knew it was there.

"Tony" she responded resting her hand on top of his. "Even if I stay, Mossad will kill you, me, and the baby. I have to go."

"Why does he want you anyway?"

"He found out that I killed Ari."

"Gibbs killed him, why would he be upset anyway? Wasn't he Hamas?"

Ziva sighed she had known this day would come, "Ari was my half-brother, and my father's favorite, I killed him for Gibbs as Ari tried to shoot him. Ari was the mole in Mossad, he went to work for Hamas, then came to a terrorist cell here in Washington, his mission was to take the N.C.I.S team out. He only succeeded Caitlin, but in my father's eyes Ari could do no wrong, so even as he spiraled out of control my father continued to supply him with information he obtained from his friend, Leon Vance, he works in L.A, O.S.P."

Tony looked in to his fiancée's eyes; she continued to look at the floor. He tilted her head up and responded, "Go, be carful, and come back before the baby's born."

Ziva smiled and hugged Tony, as he pulled her in to a kiss. They broke apart and turned the elevator on. The elevator lowered itself to the bottom floor where its passengers exited. The brown haired man's arm wrapped around the woman's waist, guiding her. Outside a black Mercedes-Benz SUV was already waiting, from the Israeli Embassy, which would take her to their apartment where she would get everything she would need. Then it would take her to one of Mossad's private jets that would take her to her father in Israel. He waived goodbye as she got in and the car immediately sped off.

Tony waited until the car was completely out of sight, until he reentered the building. All day McGee continued to give him looks whenever Gibbs wasn't looking, Gibbs was almost never in the bullpen, making excuses like 'Abby' or 'Ducky' currently he was using the coffee one. He couldn't face Tony, and Abby was just as bad, constantly sobbing. She had tacked up pictures of Ziva all around the lab, next to the ones of….. Kate. The team couldn't loose another agent. They'd already lost Kate, Paula, and the hardest one for Gibbs…. Jen.

The day went by slowly, too slowly and there were no cases to keep them busy. There was no loud music in Abby's lab, Tony mad any remarks, there were no more head slaps from Gibbs, and McGee was silent, always feeling awkward. The next few months that followed were much of the same. In September, almost seven months later, Abby and Tony were filled with a new hope, convinced that Ziva would keep her promise, Gibbs, Tony, and Abby were the only ones who knew Ziva was having the baby. Tony had eventually given in to Abby's pleas to tell her what had happened in the elevator that day, so Abby and Tony were the only two currently on the team. The new director was annoying, in everyone's eyes, and Abby had dubbed him 'Toothpick' due to the wooden toothpick that was always hanging halfway out of his mouth.

Soon September passed and Abby and Tony got more worried. Bubbling with questions. Was she okay? Was the baby okay? Was it a boy or a girl? Was she still in Israel? Did Toothpick know anything? When would she come back? Would she come back? November was the worst month of them all. Both Abby and Tony were a mess. There was no life in the bullpen, and Vance had wanted to split them up. McGee in cyber crimes, Tony as an agent afloat. He almost succeeded, but backed down after Gibbs marched into his office one day, Gibbs's voice could be heard even down in the bullpen.

November came and went, soon it was December. One Friday early in December, Tony was home… alone as he had been for the past months. The only person who ever came over was Abby. Tony went to the counter after changing into jeans and a shirt and picked up his phone to order a pizza. As he was about to dial the number his phone erupted in to a fit of buzzing.

"DiNozzio." He answered.

"Tony?" A female voice asked. In the back round cars were whizzing bye

"Ziva?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay? The baby? Where a..."

"Could you come pick us up? We're at the airport." She cut him off.

"Yeah sure. I'll be right there. What terminal?"

"Air France. Toda." She responded, and then hung up.

'Abby's goanna be so happy. I hope they're okay. I wonder what happened.' These questions were only a few of the many that flew through his head as he grabbed his car keys, went to his cars, and drove off to the airport.