So, my friend, who is also a NCIS freak like me, were talking in French class today about what it would be like if Ziva was pregnant. Well, here's the result! I only own Ayalah!
"Tony! I'm going to kill you!" Ziva snarled at her husband. She was 7 months pregnant and there was no way she could get any bigger. McGee, Abby, Ducky, Palmer, and even Gibbs tried not to get on her bad side. She was defiantly on cranky pregnant lady.
Tony sighed and looked up form his work. "And why?"
"You made me like this! Yesterday, I was in the break room and I dropped my pen, and when I was backing up to get up, someone beeped at me! Like I was some type of large truck!"
"And what did you do?" Gibbs asked, walking by with his coffee. He set one down on the desk for her.
"Thanks Gibbs. I broke his arm," she said matter-of-factly.
McGee, who had been listening silently, let his jaw drop. "You didn't."
"Okay, I didn't, but I was very close! He beeped at me! Beeped at me!" Ziva said, outraged. She leaned back in her chair. "Oh God, I really need some watermelon and ice cream right now." This was her latest food craving.
"Which I have," Abby said, getting out of the elevator. She had a large plate of watermelon and a huge tub of caramel swirl ice cream.
Ziva's eyes lit up as she grabbed the food out of Abby's hands. "Your a lifesaver, Abs!" she said, beginning to devour the food.
Tony and McGee cringed. They still weren't used to the weird foods Ziva was eating. Especially Tony, who had to live with her constant eating.
"Maybe it's not the baby that's making her so big, it's all the food she's eating," McGee whispered to Tony.
Tony turned to him. "Are you calling my wife fat?" he asked, insulted.
Ziva whirled around. "What did you see, Timothy?" she asked in a calm, cool, hard voice.
McGee paled and gulped. "N-nothing…."
Ziva said. "No. I heard what you said. You called me fat, didn't you. Didn't he?" she asked her husband, who nodded.
"Run," Gibbs told McGee, who nodded and ran for the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. Ziva raced after him, followed by Tony.
"Ziva! Wait! You're not allowed to run!" he shouted.
"Come on, Abs," Gibbs said, motioning her up the stairs to MTAC.
"What are we doing?" she asked, following.
"Watching the show," he said, scanning his eye.
Two months later….
"ANTHONY DINOZZO!" Ziva screamed. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again: I'm going to kill you!"
Ducky, who was helping the doctors because it made Ziva feel better, rolled his eyes at Tony.
"Tony, I feel very bad for you," he said.
Tony winced as Ziva gripped his hand. "Your tellin' me," he gasped. "She has a good grip."
"TONY!"
"Ducky, please tell me this is almost over," Tony said. "Or I might lose a hand."
"And he needs his hands," said Gibbs, who stood in a corner, holding a coffee.
"Gibbs! Out! Now!" Ziva yelled. Gibbs, knowing better then to argue with her, left without a word.
"Well, you are doing marvelous, Mrs. DiNozzo," Ducky said.
"Skip the formalities, Duck! Get this damn thing out of me!" Ziva yelled.
"Very well," he said. "Now, on the count of three, push! Ready? One, two three!" On three, Ziva pushed, and out popped the baby. Ducky gleaned her off and handed her to her mother.
Ziva and Tony gazed down at their daughter.
"Ayalah," Ziva said.
Tony nodded. They had decided on a Israeli name for their daughter.
Ziva looked up. "They can come in now," she said. Ducky opened the door and a stream of people came in. Abby, McGee, Gibbs, Palmer, even Vance.
They all crowded around the bed.
"Aw, she's so cute!" Abby said, clapping her hands. "I want one! McGee?"
"Later," McGee told his fiancée, wrapping a hand around her waist. She clapped her hands again.
"What's her name?" Vance asked.
"Ayalah," Tony said.
"Welcome to NCIS, Ayalah," Gibbs said.