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A/N: Memories are in italics in the center. Dreams are in italics but not the center.
Things Unsaid
Ziva grips the edge of her desk. She feels a bout of nausea sweep over her body. She gulps and takes a gulp of water. Still the relentless bile refuses to surrender. She rises quickly and rushes straight to the bathroom.
Curiosity plagues Tony. He has been watching her all day. She has been acting strange. She looks tired. Black rings encircle her eyes. She yawns often. Worry leaps from his mind. He wonders if he should follow her. They have not spent time together outside of work since Paris. He debates whether to stay at his desk or follow her. He rises from his desk. Then looks around like a child checking if the street is safe to cross and follows her.
She leans over the toilet bowl. Her bony olive fingers hold the white stick. She stares at the tiny stick that spells her fate. She looks up. She sees his face. She looks into his green eyes. She looks away. Then falls back onto the stall wall. She closes her eyes.
He steps into the bathroom. She looks directly at him. He stands behind her as she looks away. He spies the white stick. He knows exactly what it is. He sits next to her in the stall. He closes his eyes.
A glittering skyline.
A lone double bed.
An accidental graze.
A stolen look.
A collision of lips.
Hands move.
Pants fall.
Nothing is spoken.
Loud moans and screams
Continue long in to night.
He creeps out of bed
As the sun is dawning.
She wakes up alone.
She stares at the white stick. She knows what will happen. She closes her eyes and imagines it.
"I don't want this Ziva" he says "I don't want you or this baby" he says walking out of her apartment and her life.
She is sitting in a café heavily pregnant. Tony walks in. A beautiful woman on his arm. He does not acknowledge her. He simply orders coffee to go and leaves.
Tony looks at the stick. He knows what will happen. He imagines it.
"I do not want you here Tony" she screams, "I do not want you anywhere near me or my child" Slamming the door in his face.
He is sitting in the park. He sees Ziva heavily pregnant with a younger man. He touches her enlarged belly the pair of them laugh.
For a brief moment, they both imagine a beautiful picture.
Ziva is sitting in a hospital bed holding a baby boy. Her dark curls matted to her olive face. He kisses her forehead. She strokes his bandaged hand. Her eyes look at him.
.
If it was a Hollywood movie, he muses. They would have spoken. They would have discussed baby names and eventually declared love for one another. Alas, it was not a scene from a Hollywood movie things were left unsaid.
Ziva shifted which disturbed him from his musings. He watched as she lunged forward and emptied anything that remained in her stomach. He rubbed her back. She sat back down. She held the stick to his eyeline.
NEG
McGee busted into the bathroom. He found Tony and Ziva sitting in the stall. He didn't notice the white stick in Ziva's hand.
"Ziva" he says "what are you doing here?" he asks.
"Puking my guts down" Ziva replies
"Out" Tony corrects her, "Puking your guts out"
"It just you're" he pauses.
"In the men's room" she says before gagging.
"Ducky thinks you have Palmers stomach flu," McGee says. "He wants you to go see him" Ziva slowly rises then walks straight out of the bathroom.
Just as always. Tony and Ziva leave things unsaid.
A/N: It's been in my head for ages. Hope you like it.