A/N: Well, you see some things that happen when I get bored are.. well, I write. I have these random little plot bunnies running around in my head that drive me crazy and then I just have to write because they control me and I am just their little minion.
This is just one of those whole "Ziva gets pregnant with Tony's child" kind of fictions but I am hoping it to make it at least somewhat different than the typical "Oh, Ziva finds out that she's pregnant and Tony's all whoa I am going to be a dad and then asks her to marry him and they all live happily ever after" kind of one's. Not that I'm saying they're all like that... just to clarify so no one kills me!
I am not sure where this fiction will take me, but we'll see how it goes. Reviews would be nice if you could spare some time.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own NCIS and it's amazing characters, I don't. Simple as that.
The NCIS Special Agent and ex Mossad Officer was pacing back and forth in her apartment with only the thought of why running through her head. Protection was used when she had last had sex and she was even on the pill just for safe measures. In the position she was in she was not cut out to be a mother and the person whom she slept with was not the ideal person to be fathering a child. Hopefully it was not a child that she was expecting and just that she was sick and some other illness was causing her to miss her period. Though the the ladder was probably not probable. Now it was only the pregnancy tests and then perhaps a trip to a doctor that could confirm the agent's fears.
She picked up the first test which had the results that she didn't want to see, so she grabbed the next one hoping that the first was faulty. Yet again she saw another pink plus and the last test confirmed the results even more. All of her tests read positive and it was in that moment of that life that she wasn't exactly quite sure what to do with herself, or what to do about the situation in general. She always took the precautions before ever engaging in sexual activity with anyone. She had always been so careful, yet somehow she had ended up pregnant with a person's child that she wasn't even in a committed relationship with. She wasn't even in a relationship with her partner.
They were more than just being partners and colleagues but the two of them having sex was never supposed to happen. She wasn't even entirely sure what the relationship between them was. She knew that the both of them were becoming overly fond of each other but there were things in the way of a relationship ever blooming between her and her partner. There was rule number twelve, and it was a good rule for their boss to have. A working relationship becomes difficult to maintain if you are in more than just a working relationship. Situations that are typical of their job become more delicate when two people are in a dating relationship.
Ziva needed to figure out what to do when it came to her new probably that wasn't going to go away. She was stuck with the "problem" and Tony would have to be stuck with the problem, as well. She didn't even know how to break the news to him or how he would even react. It was obvious that both her and Tony would end up being the worst parents ever. Would Tony even want to be involved in the life of a child? She didn't want to even think about that, Ziva did not want to be alone during a pregnancy and she did not want to be alone in raising a child.
The conflicted woman grabbed her purse and car keys and locked up her apartment, deciding that she would have to go to Tony's before he headed to work and get this off of her mind before she went insane. The drive was stressful for her and she blasted her favorite Israeli music to try and keep her mind off of the future conversation she knew she would be having. Ziva contemplated hiding the baby but she knew that the longer she hid the child she'd chicken out on ever telling Tony. He would end up finding out when she started showing and that was not the way for him to find out that this happened.
Slamming the car door shut she went up to Tony's apartment and knocked on the door as loudly as she could, taking a few deep and calming breaths. Tony wasn't answering the door so she started to ring the doorbell a few times. He had to be home! She couldn't go through all of work today feeling so awkward and unsure of what to do. Tony could read her like a book and Gibbs could also usually tell if something was wrong with her.
The door opens, revealing a very tired looking Tony in only his boxers and a white muscle shirt. "Ziva?" he asked her in shock, "What are you doing here at 6:30 in the morning? I need my beauty sleep, surely you of all people know that."
"Let me in Tony, we need to talk right now." Ziva shoved past him, not even waiting for an invitation inside his apartment. It was messy and there were three takeout pizza boxes stacked on his coffee table.
"What's so important that you need to come over at this ungodly hour of the morning and interrupt my very important sleep?"
"We have something that we need to…" she trailed off, paling significantly and then bolting towards her partner's bathroom just in time to start vomiting violently in to his toilet.
Tony had followed after her at a run and had pulled her hair out of the way, "Zi, are you feeling alright?" he asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.
Ziva coughed a few times and finished emptying the contents of her stomach and then turned around to face her partner, "I need water." She said, weakly.
Tony had left her alone in the bathroom for a few minutes but returned with a glass of water with a few ice cubes floating around in it. She appreciated the small gesture of him actually trying to be nice to her and remaining serious. He passed her the water and then pressed his hand to her forehead, trying to figure out why she had been throwing up and if she was sick or not. She almost wanted to laugh at his attempt of trying to figure out the situation because unfortunately it was a lot worse than just a simple fever. Much more complicated than just a simple fever.
"Ziva, what is wrong with you?" Tony demanded, "You aren't running a fever but yet one would think that you would be warm. I'm confused."
Ziva took a few careful sips of her water and looked up at Tony, "I am confused to." She said, quietly.
"So you mean that you don't know what's wrong with you? Should we be taking you to a hospital. I could call boss and tell him that the both of us will be late to work this morning and only to call me if there's a case that comes up. I'm pretty sure we'll probably only have paper work. At least, I hope that's all we have to do."
"Tony, I do not need to go to a hospital or go to see a doctor. At least, I don't need to do anything like that right this very day."
"Ziva, I don't get what you are trying to tell me. Can you stop being such a woman and just quit with beating around the push. I can't figure out these mind games and they just make me more and more confused. I need some type of book to learn the lovely language or women. Or maybe I need some new type of film."
"I am just not sure how to tell you what I need to say, Tony." Ziva snapped, looking kind of stung. "Where you have a small emotional range you just don't get how hard the thing that I have to tell you is for me. You probably will never understand the complex emotions of a woman because you never learn how to sympathize with one, no?"
She was so confused, normally a classic Tony comment about women and how emotional and round about they were never bothered her. Actually, sometimes she would agree with him despite the fact that she was quite obviously a woman. She had always heard that women became hormonal when pregnant but she just never expected that kind of stuff to happen to her should she ever become pregnant. Ziva allowed a few hot tears to leak from her eyes and then quickly regained her composure as Tony looked slightly shocked at the fact that his ninja partner had just shed a few tears in front of him. The cold hearted Lady Kimono Dragon had allowed her walls to slightly come down in front of him in a strange sort of way.
"Alright, Ziva, I am very sorry about what I just said and I will shut up and let you get out what you're trying to explain to me without being the typical douchebag you sometimes think I am."
"You and I both have a really big problem. I know that we've become much closer but maybe we've finally got to the point of becoming much to close. Now we are going to have one very angry Gibbs at us, because he is going to think that we have out right broken rule number twelve."
"We had sex, Ziva." Tony said, "I don't get what that has to do with rule twelve. Gibbs said to never date a co-worker and we are not dating. We're just…something."
"The two of us are going to have to figure out what that something is in probably the course of 9 months or maybe a little bit less now, depending on what a doctor has to tell me."
"9 months?" Tony spluttered as realization plastered his face, "Wait, you have to be kidding me, Zi! 9 months? Ziva, are you really sure about this?"
"All of the signs are there, Tony. I also did three tests and all of them turned out positive. I am going to book a doctor's appointment soon and get some blood tests and an ultrasound. Tony, I am scared."
"You're scared?" he asked, "Hell, I'm scared too! I don't want a baby and I definitely don't want a rule twelve lecture from Gibbs. I am not cut out to be a father and I am pretty sure that a ninja chick is not the ideal mother."
"You are not helping the situation right now any, Tony!" Ziva exclaimed, "I am aware that you are not cut out to be a father and I am probably not the best option for a mother but I do not want to abort an innocent life, Tony. I need you to have my back like you do when we're on the field. You said that you'd always be here for me, no matter what happened. So, I am coming to collect on that promise."
"Ziva, that's exactly what this baby is! An innocent life that is going to be dragged in to our world of working all the time, and being on under cover missions and stakeouts! They'll be in a world where if someone has a grudge against us they could end up being harmed. It's not fair to that child, Ziva."
"Plenty of people in our type of work have children, Tony. You don't seem to remember that. Director Vance has children and my father who was the Director of Mossad had children. Plenty of Special Agent's have kids and they're okay!"
"I don't feel right bringing a child in to this world, Ziva." Tony grumbled, "We are not parent material and I am afraid that I will turn out like my own father. I can't let that happen to any child who doesn't deserve that kind of life."
"Well then it's just a good job that I am bringing this child in to this world." Ziva growled, the tears threatening to fall. "I guess asking you to be there for me and back me up on this is too much to ask of the man who has commitment issues and wants to just flirt with a new girl every other night. When you're doing that I hope that you'll remember your pregnant partner who only asked you for one thing."
Ziva was already on her feet and pushing her way past Tony who was standing there and completely stunned. She had definitely slapped him in the face and Ziva had no regrets about it either. They made the baby together so they were going to be in this mess together. If he didn't want a child then tough on him because she was going to keep the baby! She sat down the empty glass on a random surface in his living room and stomped out of his apartment.
"This is going to be an extremely long day at the office." Ziva thought to herself.