Hey everyone! I'm back with the sequel of "Everything to Lose". I'm going to apologize right away because I don't have a beta yet, so this chapter is probably full of mistakes. I hope it's still readable.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or the characters.

Chapter 1

- Decision -

Two weeks later

It was because of days like this one that July was Tony's favorite month. The sun was shining, the sky was completely blue with no clouds in sight and despite the early time of the day there was already 70°. He took off his sunglasses, put them down on the dashboard, grabbed a paper bag from the passenger seat and got out of the car. He locked it from a distance while walking towards Ziva's building.

He used his set of keys to enter her apartment. Ziva wasn't in the hallway – where he had been expected her – ready for her first day at work since the accident.

"Ziva!" He softly called out, just in case she was still asleep.

Passing through the living-room – where she wasn't either – he laid the bag down on the coffee table. Quickly, he turned himself and glanced at the kitchen; it was empty too.

"Ziva!" He called out again. And again he got no answer. Instead he heard some noise coming from the bathroom. He walked through the bedroom and entered it. Ziva was there, kneeled in front of the toilet bowl holding her hair back.

"Praying the porcelain Goddess again?" He asked laughing.

She looked up at him and punched his knee hard enough to make him wince. "Go away!" She ordered with a weak voice.

Seeing how tired she looked he immediately regretted his very bad joke. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize. You obviously spent a lot of time here. I know I'm the greatest jerk on Earth but there's no way I'm leaving you." He crouched behind her and gently rubbed her back. "Morning sickness?" He asked already knowing the answer.

"It started last night and didn't stop since." She started to explain. "Why does it have to happen now, when I'm going back to work today?" She slowly sat on the floor pressing her back against the wall.

"You look completely worn out." He couldn't keep himself from pointing it out.

"Thank you Tony. I would like to see how you would look like after having spent a night throwing up." The fatigue and Tony's clumsiness irritated her.

"Why didn't you call me, I would have come right-away?" He placed both his arms around her waist and helped her up.

"I don't know, I guess I didn't want to bother you and you couldn't have done much anyway."

"Maybe, but I would have liked to be here and at least support you. I want to be involved in this pregnancy and not only in the good parts. Promise you'll call me the next time?" She hadn't given him the chance to be there for her when she had needed him and that was something he couldn't understand. He knew she had her pride but he also knew that the love he had for her was way stronger than that pride and she would have to deal with it.

Though Tony had lifted her slowly and carefully from the floor, Ziva started to feel lightheaded. He brought her closer to him. She gave up on acting strong and leaned her body against his, completely relying on him to support her weight. She nuzzled her head against his chest and closed her eyes waiting for the dizziness to pass.

"That's it! That's enough!" Tony firmly stated. "Things can't keep going like that. What would have happened if I hadn't been here right now? You would have ended up on the floor, maybe hurt. I know you won't agree with me, but you need someone to take care of you. "

She wasn't ready to admit it yet, but a pregnancy was way more difficult to handle than she had pictured it. She was only seven weeks pregnant and already her body didn't belong to her anymore. Everything was out of her control. She couldn't decide what to eat or when, neither when to sleep, nor the emotions she could feel. "What are you trying to say?" She asked confused.

"I'm saying that I'm moving in. Today… Wait before answering anything. I've been thinking about it since a little while now. I spend all my time here, I sleep here more than half of a week, almost all my clothes are in your wardrobe and I even make my laundries here, so, if you think about it I already practically live here." He enthusiastically explained.

"Wait a minute, are you asking me we live together?" This time he had made himself clear enough, but she barely could believe it.

"I know it's too soon, but so far we did nothing the right way anyway, so why starting now? I'm the first surprised; I'd never had thought I could get that far in so less time, but somehow it just…"

"…feels right. I know, I have the same feeling about us. If someone had told me two months ago that I would be in a serious relationship with the perfect guy, living with him and expecting his child, I think I would have called him/her crazy."

"Did I hear what I heard? So, you agree to live with me?" He asked again to be sure and smiled widely.

She frowned at him. "I do, but only on one condition, you'll have to promise me you won't treat me like a poor vulnerable little thing, because I'm fully capable of taking care of myself."

They started walking together to the living-room.

"Am I still allowed to bring you breakfast?" He asked. "…because there's one waiting for you on the coffee table."

"It's ok for today because I'm starving." She laughed.

"I bet you are." While she was sitting down on the couch, he sat on the table and unpacked the breakfast in question. "A big cup of hot chocolate and waffles for you and a black coffee for me."

"You're going to call me crazy, because I'm hungry, but I don't feel like eating or drinking anything right now." She rubbed her still queasy stomach.

"That's not crazy, it's understandable, but you should at least try." He handed her the still smoking cup.

"What if I throw up?"

"What if you don't? You need some food to get your strength back and our child needs it too."

"Ok, you win." She said and began to take little sips.

One and a half hour later, Tony and Ziva were in the car on their way to NCIS. Ziva was feeling much better now; eating had helped to calm her nauseas. She was crossing her fingers hoping it will stay like that for a while because she had no clue on how she could explain her frequent trips to the bathroom to the rest of the team.

Suddenly, something caught her attention. She extended her arm and turned the radio off. "Isn't that your phone ringing?" She turned herself and grabbed his jacket on the back seats. She rummaged all the pockets one by one and finally got the phone and handed it to Tony.

He opened it to pick the call up. "DiNozzo."

"New case, a body was found in Taylor Street, meet us there."

"Huh Boss, I have to…" He started but Gibbs cut him off.

"You have to nothing, bring your ass here and do it fast." Gibbs ordered.

"Ok, I'm on my way Boss." But Gibbs had already hung up.

TBC...