Lunar Effect

By: Sloan Richardson

Author's Note:So, I would like to personally apologize for having not published any fan fiction in quite some time. However, I had been dealing with senior year bullshit and the majority of my writing time goes to my role-play accounts. Despite this, I had the inspiration for this fan fiction due to a M!A {magical anon} I had received on my Ziva David blog {israelixhybridxwarrior} where Ziva is pregnant with twins by Klaus. Suddenly, it began to spiral into this whole head canon/plot line of exactly how it would happen, if it were to happen. This is the product of that. Enjoy, my lovelies! PS: I wrote this as if none of the Original siblings died.

Special Thanks:I would like to give many, many thanks to all the lovely Klaus Mikaelson role-players who have not only interacted with my Ziva, but done ship-related things with my Ziva and pregnancy threads with her as well; though I must give super-duper special thanks to Logan { thetorturedsoulofahybridsireking } for inspiring this! You are my baby doll and I will love you forever and always. You basically make my world go 'round, you know that? I would also like to give thanks to the mun of a Tatia Petrova role-player, who originally had the idea of Tatia being a midwife. All credit for that goes to her. I also want to give some love to my girl Gabbi, who puts up with a lot of my messaging and fangirling over Zaus and my writing and pretty much everything. I also wish to thank anyone who has ever role-played with me, because without role-play, I would probably not be writing as much, which is sad. Finally, I want to thank all of you for reading this! It means the world!

Disclaimer:I do not own or claim to own The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, NCIS, or the characters involved in any of the aforementioned fandoms, however I do claim the rights to this plot and the story itself. Okay, thanks!

{ ONE }

She stared down at it, almost glaring at it. Perhaps she felt as though if she looked at it long enough, stared hard enough, it would miraculously change. However, nothing Ziva David could do would change the results of the pregnancy test which was written out on a piece of paper electronically. Apparently even hybrid blood still detected pregnancy when tested. Although, the Israeli knew the answer already. It was simply just a classic case of denial. The doctor who was acting as her attending was talking, but she seemed to not be listening, just eyeing the paper.

"... and I would like to see you back in about two weeks. How does that sound?" She questioned without looking to her patient. When there was no response, she looked to her. "Ziva?"

To that, she finally looked up and frowned. "Okay. I will see you in two weeks."

With that, she stood up and grabbed the jacket she set aside earlier. The door opened and she left, gloomily leaving the hospital shortly after. Going back to the compound seemed like something of an impossibility itself. Ziva knew that someone would be bound to discover this at some point. As she walked down the silent street, she listened to the babies' two distinct heart beats. Tears stung in her eyes. Honestly, she did not know if she could do this. The hybrid hated that this happened. It had been a year since she was forcibly turned, and that alone was difficult enough to deal with. Now this.

Once in the Quarter, she listened to everyone talking, seemingly happy in the autumn weather of New Orleans. It was a good distraction from the sound of the fetus hearts. Her heart raced within her chest, which to a human would be a normal heart rate. At the entryway of her residence, she took a deep breath before going inside. She was deathly afraid of running into someone before getting to her room. Ziva did not know if she would be able to truly keep herself in emotional check enough to not signal that something was going on. Looking down at the ground as she walked, the expectant hybrid got to the stairs before actually running into someone. It was Elijah.

"Miss David, hello." He greeted, occasionally still addressing her by her last name. Ziva feigned a smile rather convincingly before waving to him. "Where have you been? It appears you have not been around for the last couple hours."

"Oh, um..." She started, racking her brain for an excuse to give. "I was just out for a walk. You know how I am."

"Yes, I do believe I've grown accustomed to your walks around the town. It's a pleasure to have you gracing this town, though. I know I have said that before but it's true." He spoke with a cant of his head. "Niklaus certainly has grown fond of you."

The corners of her mouth turned upward, wondering if that would reign true after he discovered her pregnancy. She sincerely doubted it would. Licking her lips pensively, she shrugged. "I am getting far more used to him..." Her words were the understatement of the century.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but it seems you two are more than used to him." He observed, unable to help but to notice the lack of color in her face. She looked a lot paler than usual. "Ziva, tell me something. Do you love my brother?"

Her mouth opened in response to his words, hanging almost. His question left her slack-jawwed. "I..." She started, letting out a breath. "I honestly do not know how I feel. There are times I can feel nothing but love for him. And others... I just... I hate him so much for what he did." Tears stung her eyes, and it seemed more difficult to fight them off. Hormones were already starting to control her emotions. "And things are so much more complicated now..." She let slip, catching herself too late. "I have to go. Sorry."

Elijah watched her go, frowning in response. It was rather confusing, her behavior. As were her words. However, the Original tried his best not to put too much stock into it. He knew that ever since her turning, things had been difficult. Then again, he truly thought she was doing better. Perhaps she was for a while? And maybe now things were stirring up again? Shaking his head inwardly, he dismissed it all, going back to the parlor.

Meanwhile, Ziva went to her room before shutting and locking the door. Leaning back against it, she frowned before letting out a slow breath. The expectant Israeli managed to pull herself together just enough to push up off the door and go to the mirror not far away. Swallowing hard, she wanted to face the fear that came with being pregnant. One could not tell she was so by looking at her abdomen, but no matter how hard she tried to hide it emotionally, physically it showed throughout her face.

Lifting up and eventually taking off her shirt, she set it aside and looked at her abdomen. Soon, it and her breasts would swell. Inwardly, she contemplated how she would hide this from her sire and all the other residents of the compound. Ziva knew she would not be able to do so for long. She would need to leave or do away with this before it got to that point. This she knew.

Having waited for the moment Klaus finally decided to kill her, she worried this would be all the amunition he would need. Slowly, shakily, Ziva allowed a hand to travel to her lower abdomen, brows knitting together with a slight internal turmoil. Letting out the breath she did not know she was holding, she turned away from the mirror and put her shirt back on. Her timing was impecable, for there was a knock on her door.

"Who is it?" Ziva asked, going to the door.

"It's Rebekah, sweetheart. May I come in?" The blonde asked from the other side of the large wooden door.

Rebekah was one of the few the Israeli had grown dearly fond of within the time she had been here. In fact, they had become quite close friends, despite their bit of a rocky start. Opening the door, she feigned a smile to the blonde Original, gesturing for her to come in.

"What can I do for you, Rebekah?" She asked, making sure her tone made her seem content, despite how tiredly her words were spoken.

"I was just wondering if you would like to join me for a drink downstairs. We got some new scotch, thought you'd want to try it with me."

"I... I really should not. I do not feel so well." Ziva lied, shrugging slightly. "I was just about to take a nap. But, thank you for asking."

"Not feeling well?" Rebekah questioned, clear curiosity coming to her face as she tilted her head, brows furrowed. "You are part vampire, I do not believe you can get sick. Have you been drinking enough blood lately?"

"Yes, I just need some sleep. Really." She assured the significantly older woman.

"... Alright, then. If you insist it. Feel well soon." With that, Rebekah kissed Ziva on the cheek before taking her leave.

The Israeli shut the door before going to her bed, lying down before pulling the covers over her entire body, sobbing beneath them. If anything was going to be hell, it was going to be this pregnancy.