Two is Better Than One
Let me preface this with: I have no idea where this came from or where it's going. Tt's been sitting on my desktop for 3 months, taunting me, just begging to be posted. If you guys like it, there will probably be another two chapters.

It was that time of the month again. The time that every agent dreaded to see and did everything in their power to avoid. Yes, it was time to catch up on paperwork.

Tony looked up from the stack of papers on his desk to make a witty comment to his partner only to realize that Ziva was not at her desk. His eyes did a quick scan of the squadroom, noting that Gibbs had disappeared, probably on another coffee run, and McGee was glaring at his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard at a light speed pace, but Ziva was nowhere to be found. Shrugging it off he returned to the report in front of him only to be further distracted when she returned a few seconds later. He watched her reclaim the seat behind her desk with a groan.

"That's the fifth time you've been to the head today," Tony pointed out.

Ziva looked up at him and nearly growled. "It is not my fault your son is sitting on my bladder."

Tony grinned. "My son? How do you know it's not your daughter?"

"Because," Ziva countered, "he is kicking like a horse. She never kicks me."

"Well that's because he takes after his father. Natural athletic ability runs in the DiNozzo blood."

Ziva smiled and then quickly scowled. She adjusted her chair multiple times before giving up and slamming her fists against the top of her desk. "How am I supposed to be on desk duty if I cannot even fit behind the desk?" She slouched in her chair and rested her hands on her bulging abdomen. "I am beginning to hate this."

Tony climbed to his feet and came to sit on the edge of Ziva's desk. He took her hand in his and kissed her palm. "I know you're miserable," he said causing Ziva to huff.

"You do not know the half of it."

"But," he continued, "you've only got three more weeks. And then the real fun starts." Ziva looked as though she was about to interrupt but he spoke again before she had a chance. "And I promise I will be there every step of the way. If you're exhausted then I will be too. If you're up at 3 a.m. feeding him I'll be right next to you feeding her."

Ziva smiled and crooked her finger at him. Tony leaned forward and she kissed his lips softly mumbling a 'thank you' against them.

"Hey!" Gibbs shouted as he stepped out of the elevator causing the pair to jump apart. "What have I said about playing grab ass?" He reached over and slapped DiNozzo on the back of the head as he passed. Tony grinned and returned to his desk.

"I am going to visit Abby," Ziva announced a moment later. "I cannot look at another report."

Gibbs waited until the elevator doors closed before he spoke. "How's she doin?"

Tony looked up from the report he had yet to finish. "She's tired and hormonal and ready for it to be over."

A smirk spread across Gibbs's face. "Wait until they're born. She'll be wishing she were bored. You both will."

Tony stared at his boss for a moment before returning to his work. He really needed to get these reports done if he wanted to leave at a decent time today. As perverse as it sounded he almost wished someone would commit a crime if it meant that he could get out from behind this desk. Of course that would only serve to annoy Ziva further and that was definitely something he did not need.

It was nearly half an hour later, after Tony had managed to finish one report and almost completed another when his phone began ringing. "DiNozzo," he answered cradling the handset against his head, hoping that it was dispatch calling in a crime scene.

"Tony!" Abby shouted into the receiver causing the man in question to physically flinch away. "You have to get down here!"

"What's up Abs?"

"It's Ziva."

That was enough of an explanation. Tony jumped up from his desk and took off for the elevator not even bothering to hang up the receiver. He pressed the button several times but the doors refused to open. Slapping his palm against the cool metal, Tony swore under his breath and opted for the stairs, his feet barely connecting with the concrete as he bounded down the five flights to Abby's lab. He busted through the lab doors, his eyes scanning the room in a blind panic. "Abby?"

"In here," the Goth called from her office near the back of the lab.

Tony bounded in taking note of Ziva sitting on the futon clutching her stomach while Abby had pulled her desk chair to sit in front of her. "Baby what's wrong?" he asked immediately taking a seat next to his partner and grabbing her hand.

"I think my water broke."

Tony's eyes bugged out. "Are you sure?"

Ziva looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Well unless I have lost all control of my bladder and simply wet myself…yes! I am sure!"

Tony cringed. "Okay, well…uh…I guess we're headed to the hospital then. C'mon." He stood and pulled her up next to him. "Abby, call Gibbs and let him know what's going on. We'll see you at Bethesda."

NCIS*TIVA

Gibbs drove like a madman, but then that was nothing new. Abby sat in the backseat bouncing with excitement while McGee clutched the handle on the roof with white knuckles.

"This is so exciting," Abby squealed. "I can't believe I'm gonna be an aunt today."

"If we make it there in one piece," Tim said under his breath as Gibbs once again skirted passed a car that was doing the speed limit.

Gibbs wasn't listening to them though. Ziva wasn't due for another three weeks, and that worried him. He knew twins made it a high risk pregnancy and being delivered premature only upped the ante. Ziva had told them that everything was fine after her last doctor's appointment, but he was still worried. He didn't want to think about what would happen if something went wrong.