Surrogacy
Author: Lawral
Pairing: McGee/Ziva
Rating: FR15
Summary: The one thing they want in the world may be the hardest thing to get.
Notes: Written for Mary who won the Help Haiti Auction.
Additional Notes: I know it's really late by now but I had to concentrate on my History Paper that was due. Some things had to be put on back burner and Mary graciously understood. Thank you so much for your patience, Mary!
Ziva held fast to the hand inside hers. Everything would work out, she was sure of it. Something would finally go right and she'd be on her way to motherhood. She shifted uncomfortably and tried to will her hand to stop shaking. Suddenly she felt like a sapling in the hands of a toddler. The small screen to her left was still black but soon she hoped that it would show the life that she and Tim had created together.
"Sorry," Ziva commented lightly as she released the hand and dragged it across the front of her shirt before clasping at the dropped hand once more. A chuckle was the only response.
"Alright, Mrs. McGee, shall we see if you are expecting?" The doctor asked while holding what looked like a long, fat rod in his hand.
"Expecting what?" Ziva asked.
The same chuckle grabbed her attention. "He means, are you ready to see if you're pregnant?"
"Oh! Oh, yes. Quite ready." She smiled brightly.
Behind her eyes, Ziva was scared to death. She hadn't been more scared since the morning of their wedding when Tony had had the brilliant idea of telling her McGee had fled the country in the middle of the night. She closed her eyes and pictured how he had looked while Gibbs had walked her slowly toward the alter with Tony standing next to him and Abby waiting patiently opposite them.
"Ok, Ziva?" She heard the doctor say. "Open your eyes."
She shook her head violently like a little kid who was refusing to each brussel sprouts. "I can't do it again. I can't see another empty screen."
"Ziva," The soft, calm voice that belonged to the hand said. "Ziva, you have to open your eyes. Trust me."
She took a deep breath and opened one eye and then the other. On the screen, inside a small circle of black was a oblong white spot. She could just make out the four little branches that were starting to form.
"You're pregnant."
"I'm pregnant?" Ziva asked as she looked down to the person who was speaking to her.
Abby lay with a hand resting under her head, her bare feet poking out of metal stirrups and a paper sheet covering her nether regions. The smile on her face was the widest (if it were possible) that Ziva had ever seen during the five years they'd worked together.
"Congratulations," The doctor said as he put away the long rod. "All right, Miss Scuito, you may get dressed and I'll see you two in four weeks."
Ziva was still staring at the frozen monitor with the little white blob and hadn't even noticed Abby get dressed again and stand to watch her friend marvel at what would soon be the newest member of the McGee family. The newest member of Team Gibbs, safely tucked away in Abigail Scuito's womb.