The Awakening
A/N: I don't own NCIS or the characters, I just own the plot for my own entertainment. I've had this story written for a few months now, I just finally got access to a computer so the chapters should go up fairly quickly…Also my other stories will be updated quickly as well.
"Where is our missing marine?" Gibbs barked as he entered the bull pen.
"The wife's alibi checks out. She was with her dying mother all weekend." Tony said, standing to join his boss.
"McGee!"
"Nothing unusual in his phone records. I'm tracking the GPS in the phone now."
"David?" Gibbs questioned, turning to face the Israeli woman.
"Purchases on his credit card have spiked within the past few days. Perhaps a robbery gone wrong?"
"Well why are you all just standing here? Get to work!"
"We'd get a lot farther if you would do something instead of sitting on your ass all day drinking coffee." Ziva huffed.
"What did you say David?" Gibbs growled.
Ziva's eyes immediately grew wide in realization of what she had said.
"Elevator. Now." Gibbs seethed.
Ziva followed him meekly into the elevator where he instantly pressed the emergency stop.
"You have something to say to me David? Because I'm not liking your attitude!" he shouted.
Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment and a light sweat began to form on her brow. Suddenly, she felt very ill.
"Are you listening to me?" He hissed as he slammed his hand against the wall.
Heat rushed to her face and her vision began to swim.
"Gibbs," she slurred. "I don't…"
Jethro could see it coming. He reached out to her immediately as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Skillfully, he caught her before she fell to the ground and lifted her into his arms.
"Jesus Ziver." Gibbs sighed with concern as he restarted the elevator.
The doors opened and he rushed through the hissing doors to autopsy.
"Ducky! We have a situation." Jethro said as he laid Ziva down carefully on one of the tables.
"Oh dear!" Ducky gasped. "Ziva, my girl, what has happened to you?"
"She passed out in the elevator." Gibbs explained, gently pushing a loose tendril of hair out of her face.
Dr. Mallard used the opportunity to take Ziva's vitals, however he concluded that they were normal.
"Maybe it was just your manner, Jethro, that frightened the poor girl." Ducky guessed.
Almost as if to protest, Ziva's soft moan interrupted them.
"Ziva, my dear!" Ducky exclaimed as he helped her into a sitting position.
"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"You fainted. But fortunately for you, Jethro caught you and brought you here. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask you a few questions."
Ziva turned to Gibbs to protest but her argument caught in her throat at the look he was giving her. "Oh fine!"
"Have you been feeling unwell lately?"
"Um, well, occasionally. I'm sure this is just an insect."
"A bug Ziva." Gibbs corrected from the sideline.
"And how have you been sleeping?"
"Pretty normally, though I have been incredibly tired and irritable." Ziva admitted.
"Yeah, we noticed." Gibbs shot.
"Hmm…I have a theory." Ducky pondered. "My dear, I know this is quite personal but, when was your last menstruation?"
After her hard look, Ducky almost regretted asking. But a few moments later, her hard look turned into one of questioning and concern.
"Two months ago." She whispered.
"Ah, well in my best medical opinion, I would say that you are pregnant!" Ducky exclaimed. "You'd have to get a test to be sure but…"
Ducky's voice began to drone out as sharp ringing filled her ears and she started to feel flushed. For Ziva, time stopped. A suffocating anxiety crawled in and took a firm hold around her heart, tightening its icy grasp and leaving her breathless. The anxious fear consumed her and left her feeling nauseous.
"Ziva?" she saw Gibbs ask.
But she couldn't hear above the ringing in her ears.
"Ziva, dear?" Ducky called, reaching out to her.
"No!" she shouted as she pushed past them, running out the door.
"Ziva wait!" Jethro yelled, following her out.
She ran fast, past the elevator and straight to the stairs. Hot tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she quickly ascended the stairs, stopping only when she reached the roof.
'What did you do?' she thought to herself, looking over the edge of the NCIS building. 'How could you let this happen?'
Ziva placed a hand lightly on her flat stomach and slowly lowered herself to the ground. 'I can't do this.' Sobs began to wrack her body as she brought her knees to her chest and started to rock.
"Oh Ziver." A voice sighed as it approached her.
He lowered himself down to her level and pulled her into his strong arms, letting her cry in his chest. Special Agent Gibbs placed featherlight kisses on the top of her head and gently stroked her hair.
"I can't do this Gibbs." She cried, clutching his shirt. "I'm not fit to be a mother!"
"I think you'll make an amazing mother." He hushed, pulling away to look at her face.
"I kill people Gibbs. I'm a monster! What kind of monster has the right to raise children?" she argued as she turned away from him.
"Ziva," Jetro said quietly. "Ziver look at me."
Gently he tipped her chin up to look at him and he watched as her eyes searched his for the slightest trace of a lie.
"You're not a monster. I've never met anyone who cares for the people they love as much as you."
"I can't do this alone." Ziva whispered as more tears fell from her eyes.
"We are here for you, all of us. We're your family now. Screw that bastard in Israel, I'll protect you. We'll help you through this, if that's what you want. You're not alone." He soothed, wiping away her tears with his thumb.
"I want this baby Gibbs." She admitted softly.
"Then we're here for you. Me, Abby, Tony, McGee and Ducky." Jethro stated as he stood, helping her to her feet. "Now who do I need to have a fatherly talk with?"
"Uh, well, er…Tony." She answered nervously.
Okay I know they seem incredibly out of character, but that is why it is called fanfiction. Oh, and this might seem like Ziva/Gibbs but it's going to be Ziva/Tony. Gibbs is just being a father to her.