A/N: This is my first NCIS fanfic so please just give it a try. The story is set in s7 appr. a month after Good Cop Bad Cop. This story is AU because Jenny is still alive and never had an illness. Everything from season 3-5 happened except that Jenny was saved in JD.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the story is my idea.
Spoilers: Season 7
Pairings: Tiva, Jibbs maybe McAbby

All We Are

Chapter 1:

It was a usual day at NCIS. With just one exception. Ziva David, Junior Agent and former Mossad liaison Officer at Special Agent Gibbs' team, wasn't feeling well. It wasn't the first time this week that her stomach was on a roller-coaster ride but today it was worse than ever.

She was taking a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the nauseous feeling.

"You ok, Ziver?" Gibbs asked. He had observed her for a while and noticed that she looked slightly paler than usual; even with her honey toned skin someone who knew her could tell that something was wrong.

"Yeah, I'm fine." she answered. "You don't look fine." Gibbs replied with a glare. "I'm fine, really. Just a bit dizzy, that's all." she told him and got up to head to the restroom.

As she arrived at the ladies room, she closed the door, lent against the wall and closed her eyes again.

"You ok?" a voice said in front of her. Ziva jumped slightly and opened her eyes.

In front of her stood Jenny Shepard, Director of NCIS and one of her best friends in America.

A strong wave of nausea hit her and she took a deep breath. Not exhaling she nods. "Really?" Jenny asked concerned. Ziva wanted to nod but then another wave of nausea hit her and she couldn't take it any longer and she ran into the nearest stall and threw up. Jenny came to her and held her hair while she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

When she was finished she closed her eyes and sat against the wall.

"You feeling better now?" Jenny asked. "Yeah, thanks." she answered hoarsely. "I'll get you some water and tell Gibbs to send you home."

"No, you don't need to. I'm already feeling better." Ziva replied and got up. She walked over to the sink and rinsed her mouth then she brushed past Jenny and left the restroom.

"Ziva!" Jenny called and rushed after her. "What?" Ziva yelled "Leave me alone I told you I'm fine. I probably just ate something bad. No need to worry."

The whole bullpen looked up at the yelling and Gibbs asked "What's going on?"

"Nothing, why keeps everyone asking how I'm doing? For the last time: I said I'm fine!" Ziva shouted exasperated.

"Ziva, you are not fine if you throw up without a reason." Jenny said softly.

Ziva turned to look at here friend, furious. "I don't remember you being such a tale teller, Jenny!"

"It's tattle-tale!" McGee shouted over to them.

"That's beside the point!" Ziva growled. "Hey, David! Calm down! I can't remember that you can't control your emotions." Gibbs said gruffly.

Ziva stopped dead in her tracks. Realization hit her and she felt embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed red and she buried her face in her hands.

"Ziva, go home, get some rest and come back tomorrow." Gibbs told her and walked back to his desk. Ziva went to her own desk and gathered her things. She looked up and saw that Tony was looking at her curiously from his desk and followed her with his eyes as she walked to the elevator and pressed the down button.

xXx

Forty minutes and a normal car ride later, she didn't want to put someone in more danger with her driving than usual with her current state of mind, she arrived at her apartment and went into her living room. She sat on her couch and let her eyes drift over to her calendar on the wall. She blinked and got up, walked over to it and studied it.

There was no monthly mark. She switched back to the previous month and counted forward to today. She was late. It was a normal occurrence that she was late sometimes with her job, the stress and the events from Somalia but considering the events from last month she got her car keys and got out of her apartment and on the way back to NCIS Headquarters.

xXx

When Ziva arrived at HQ, she parked her car at her assigned place and checked in. As she walked over to the elevator she felt the suspicious looks of the guards on her back. Great, they must have heard what happened. I'm already thought to be crazy, all that's missing is a call and I have to go into treatment.

She pressed the down button and got in the elevator, fortunately it was empty so she didn't have to listen to chatter. She arrived at Abby's lab and could already hear the loud music banging in the rooms. She saw Abby with her back to her at one of her desks so Ziva walked over to the stereo and turned down the volume.

"Hey!" Abby shouted and turned around and glared at the intruder but when she saw who it was her face softened. She ran over to Ziva and gave her a tight hug.

"Ziva, are you ok? I heard what happened and I got so worried and Tony told me that you had to go home and wait…" Abby started rambling but then stopped as she realized that Ziva left only two hours ago. "What are you doing here when you are sick? You should be home and rest and not be hear and breathe in toxic gas and, and mgh mpf…" Abby continued but Ziva clamed her hand over her mouth and the words got muffled.

"Will you stop talking and let me explain?" Ziva asked as she removed her hand from Abby's mouth. Abby nodded "Ok, shoot."

"I need you to do me a favor but you can't tell anyone that I'm here and what you are doing for me, ok?"

Please R&R