Chapter 1
The day at NCIS was boring, well for Team Gibbs it was, as they were doing paperwork for the third day in a row.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the fearless leader, was out on his usual coffee break leaving Special Agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo, the senior agent, to annoy his co-workers. Tony was throwing paper balls at Special Agent Timothy McGee, who was doing his paperwork quietly ; and there was Special Agent Ziva David, lost in her own thought, didn't seem to be listening to Tony calling her name.
"Zi-vah?" Tony called her for the fifth time.
"What, Tony?" Ziva answered, well more like snapped, at him.
"Nothing, it's just that you look really pale like you're about to throw..." He stopped. He couldn't finish his sentence as Ziva ran to the ladies bathroom.
Tony, being him, followed Ziva, as most of their conversations took place in the bathroom, ignoring all the weird looks he was getting. Once he was inside, he locked the door and waited for Ziva to come out; and after what seemed like hours to Tony, she came out looking even paler.
"Ziva, are you okay?" He asked, concern written all over his face.
"Yes, I am fine, Tony." She said as she went to rinse her mouth. "You do not need to worry about me." She answered his question without even looking at him.
"That's what you say, but your eyes are telling me you're not okay," he simply said. "Please tell me the truth."
"I am fine," she replied, getting annoyed with him.
"No, you're not."
"Tony will you just leave me alone! How many times do I have to say that I am fine?" Snapping at him for the second time that day, which got Tony even more worried.
"Ziva, please. You've been acting really weird around me for the past three weeks. Why? Does this have anything to do with that night?" He asked, showing clear worry in his voice.
"Why do you ask a question, and you answer it yourself?" She replied, meeting his eyes for the first time. They gazed at each other, letting the awkward silence fall between them.
"What happened?" said Tony, finally breaking the silence, "What did I do?", he asked in a desperate tone.
"Nothing." She replied, shifting her gaze.
"Ziva."
"I said nothing, Tony. Now leave," she shouted, sounding really angry, but Tony didn't seem to care because he wanted to know what is wrong with Ziva, his Ziva.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me the truth," he exclaimed.
"There is NO truth to be told." She replied sternly.
"Yes, there sure is because you've acting weird, you wouldn't even look at me. Come on Ziva, tell me. Please."
"Tony, do you really want to know the truth?" She asked, sounding unsure and worried.
"Yes."
"Tony, I'm...I'm...I'm..." She stammered.
"You're what, Ziva? You're freaking me out here" Now getting scared.
"I'm pregnant." She said. It was so quiet that Tony couldn't hear it, even though he was standing an inch away from her.
"I'm pregnant, Tony. And it's yours." She said it loud enough for him to hear and leave him in a shock, which Ziva took it in a wrong way and was about to leave but Tony stopped her.
Ziva just looked at him with teary eyes, Tony never seen Ziva cry before.
"Are you sure?"
"No, I thought this would be fun to go around and joke about me being pregnant." She said in a sarcastic way. "Of course I'm sure!"
"But are you sure that it's my child?" He asked, in a way that made Ziva want to slap him across the face.
"Tony, are you seriously asking me this question?" Ziva is now wanted to slap him, "You're the last person I slept with after Ray."
Tony stayed quiet for at least five minutes, which to Ziva seemed like five hours.
"Tony? Please say something," she said, desperately.
"I'm not ready to be a father and I never wanted to have a child..." He paused; Ziva ran out of the bathroom quickly, trying to escape his words which haunted her. "...Until now" said Tony, realising that Ziva was not there with him.
As Ziva ran out the bathroom, people were shocked to see that Ziva David was crying; all she wanted to do was to get out of there and go home. When she entered the elevator she heard someone call her name but ignored it, not caring who it was.
She got in her car and she drove off as fast as she could.
As soon as Tony realised that Ziva wasn't there, he ran out of the bathroom hoping to see Ziva at her desk but he was wrong.
"DiNozzo?!" Gibbs shouted, "What the hell happened? Why did Ziva just ran out crying?"
"Boss, I need to go and talk to her." Gibbs gave him a sharp headslap. "I'll explain everything to you afterwards, but I urgently need to talk to her," which earned Tony Gibbs' famous glare, to which Tony nodded.
When Tony got the parking lot, he didn't see Ziva's car therefore he assumed that she has gone to her apartment, so he got in his car and drove to her place.
...
Tony stood outside of Ziva's front door. 'What am I gonna say to her?' Tony thought as he raised his hand to knock on the door.
He knocked, but she did not open it, however, on the fifth, she did. 'Wow, she looks so beautiful!' He couldn't help but think.
"What are you doing here, Tony?" Ziva asked, sounding really tired.
"I came to talk to you. You left before I could finish my sentence." He simply answered
"So you came here?"
"Yes" he said while holding his gaze, "Ziva, can I come in so we can talk about this whole thing?"
"No." She replied plainly.
"Please, Ziva, Please?" he begged.
"Tony, what do you really want?" She asked.
"To talk."
"Alright, you can come in but then you leave." Ziva just turned around and headed towards her kitchen, not brothering to look at Tony or closing the door.
He followed her to the kitchen, after closing the door behind him, and saw she was making something.
"You want coffee?" Ziva asked without looking at him.
"Uh...sure." He smiled to her, which she returned with a frown.
Once Ziva finished with making coffee and handed him his, there was an awkward silence between them.
"Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?" Ziva asked, breaking the silence.
"Okay, Ziva, I know you're probably mad at me..."
"I am mad at you."
"...but just let me talk, okay?" He asked in a calm voice, looking in her eyes; she nodded slowly.
"Okay. As I was saying, I know you are mad at for what I said earlier and it was true..." Ziva snorted, nevertheless he ignored it and continued, "...but then I realised that I want to be father and I want to have kids, with you. Ziva, I love you." Ziva was now crying. 'Stupid hormones." She thought.
"At first, I was nervous, well more like shocked, because I didn't know what to think, but now I do, and I want to be part of this baby's life. Will you forgive me and let me be part of this baby's life?" Tony asked in a begging tone that melted Ziva's heart.
"Ziva, please, I love you. I always have and always will. Can you please forgive me, please?" He was now on his knees.
"Tony get up, you look stupid like this." She said with a smile that Tony had been waiting to see for the whole day. "I'll forgive you if you get up," she said, as Tony jumped to his feet because he wanted her forgiveness so badly.
"Now do you forgive me?" He asked with a smile that matched Ziva's
"Yes."
"I love you, Ziva."
"I love you too, Tony." She said as she saw Tony's smile grew wider.
...
Later that evening, Tony and Ziva were cuddled on the sofa watching James Bond, whensuddenly Ziva spoke. "Tony?"
"Hmm?"
"What are we going to tell Gibbs?" Tony winced. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, just thinking about what Gibbs will do to me." He replied. Ziva couldn't help but laugh. "You can laugh as much as you want," he continued, "but I'm worried about me not being able to see my first child."
"Awww, Gibbs is not that bad"
"I wish I could say the same thing."
"Why is that, Tony?" She asked innocently, trying to hold back her laughter.
"The headslaps, of course. I mean you wouldn't be getting any because you're pregnant and plus he likes you more than me."
"Tony stop worrying, everything will be fine" Ziva tried to reassure him as best as she could; kissing him on the lips. Both of them were surprised, and she pulled away, greeted by a smile from Tony, who to her surprise, pulled her back and deepened the kiss.