Author's note: This started as a bit of an experiement. Inspired by Newhampshiregirl, who has written some very good stories, I wanted to see if you could have a Tony/ Ziva relationship and follow canon. This will take the form of snippets/ one shots/ tags etc and follow the general plot of season eleven as much as possible. Follows on from Berlin Rewrite.

Chapter One

Tony walked into Ziva's apartment. He had found the past few weeks that he was staying there more often than not. Probably because Tony found it was nice to have someone to come home to. Ziva had decorated it for Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, as both celebrations collided this year. For Tony it had been an odd few days, working with Ellie Bishop. There was something about her that Tony couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was simply because Ellie Bishop was so different from Ziva.

'Hey Zi' called out Tony. 'The NSA girl's going to start working with the team after Thanksgiving. Some sort of liaison position. She's going to sit at your old desk, or at least on your old desk.' There was no answer. 'Zi?' Tony called out again. 'Ziva!'

'In here' came a quiet voice from the bathroom. It sounded small, and Tony was worried. He opened the bathroom door and found his girlfriend sitting on the floor. It looked like she had been crying.

'Hey, what's the matter?' he asked, quickly sitting down next to her. It was a little tricky. Tony ended up squished next to the toilet. Ziva picked up something and handed it to him. It was a pregnancy test. One positive pregnancy test. Tony was dumbfounded.

'You're pregnant?' he asked quietly. She nodded.

'Apparently so.'

'Well, it's just one test. It could be a false positive.'

'I thought that' said Ziva. 'But these ones are also positive.' She picked up something else and handed it to Tony. Six more pregnancy tests. Seven in total, all of them positive. Ziva paused.

'I am pregnant Tony.' Tony did not say or do anything, which started to scare Ziva, but then he dived forward and kissed her. When they broke apart, Tony had his happy smile across his face.

'The best Thanksgiving, ever!' he declared as Ziva laughed.

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The last period that Ziva clearly remembered having was in early September, when she was in Israel. Since she had returned, she could not remember having one in October, or even in November. Ironically, she had been with Callie who was buying menstrual pads, when they walked past the pregnancy tests. Ziva bought one on the spot, but did not think for a second that she was pregnant. She took the test, saw the results and immediately went to buy more.

A week after telling Tony, they went for their first scan. At the appointment they saw their baby for the first time, and even heard its heart beat. As Ziva thought Tony was thrilled. She was speechless. Ziva had not planned on having children this early in her new life.

Later that night Tony found Ziva sitting on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, starting at the sonogram pictures the midwife had printed for them.

'Are you alright?' he asked. Ziva nodded and motioned for him to join her.

'Yes, I am fine. Just surprised.'

'I know. I'm surprised too.' Tony paused. 'Eight weeks. You know what that means?' he grinned slyly.

'Our little reunion when I came back from Israel?' Tony nodded. On the way back from the scan, Tony was trying to remember if they remembered to use contraception. The two of them had been so wrapped up in each that they appeared to have forgotten. Two empty wine bottles probably didn't help either.

'I'm glad we're in this together' he said.

'Me too' said Ziva. They stared at the pictures. Their little baby was proof of their love. 'I have been thinking about what jobs I want to do, now that I am pregnant. I want to be able to still volunteer at the shelter.' Ziva had been volunteering at a local women's homeless shelter since resigning from NCIS.

'Really?'

'I have heard of an opening at an NGO. They need someone who speaks languages. It is just basic office administration, but it is only three days a week which means I can still volunteer at the shelter. I could also possibly continue after I have the baby.'

'Sounds like a good idea.' He paused. 'I've been thinking too.'

'That sounds dangerous' laughed Ziva. 'What have you been thinking about?'

'That I'll sell my apartment and move in with you.'

'You love your apartment, and you own it. Why would you move in here? We should move in to yours.'

'My apartment only has one bedroom. You have two.' Ziva looked momentarily confused.

'The spare room? It is tiny. Certainly not big enough for a child's bedroom.'

'Maybe not when the baby is bigger, but whilst it is a baby, I think it could work as a nursery. I was thinking we could put the money from the sale towards a house.'

'You have really thought about this.' Tony nodded.

'Yeah. Just after we got together. Didn't think we would need a plan so soon, but honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.' Tony brushed Ziva's hair behind her ear and kissed the top of her head.

'OK' Ziva said, after a minute of thinking Tony's plan over. 'Sell your apartment and move in. With me, in the new year.' She struggled to keep the smile of her face. Tony kissed her. 'You know you cannot tell anyone at work that I am pregnant. Not yet.'

'Why?' asked Tony. He seemed put out that he couldn't share this news. Ziva laughed softly. '

'Let's get used to the idea first. Let it sink in, then we will tell people.'

'Ok' agreed Tony, reluctantly.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

I did not write this to make people sad about Tony and Ziva. Whilst I like parts of canon, I firmly in the camp of Ziva is alive. I also have not been pregnant or had sonograms so apologies if it is a little wrong.

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