AN: so this is set after the season finale, except Ray doesn't get called to Tel-Aviv yet. And EJ had gone home to where ever she came from .
Friday morning at NCIS without a case was one of the worst days possible. Tony and McGee were working cold cases and Gibbs was up in MTAC trying to please some big-shot. Abby was pulling evidence on cases 5 years ago and Ducky was teaching. Ziva however, someone who always arrived on time, or rather hours before she was supposed to clock in, was nowhere to be seen. It was hitting 10 am when Gibbs decided that someone should call Ziva and find out if she was ok.
Obviously Tony being Tony and being the only one on the team that close to Ziva, decided he would ring her and if she didn't answer he would go round to her house and this time he would make sure to not be double-parked and to call in for back-up if anything looked slightly hinky.
He picked his phone and started ringing her home number. No answer. Then he went onto her cell number. After the second ring he heard the elevator ding and saw that the person he was ringing was standing right there in front of him. Putting the phone down he switched on his Dinozzo smile only to be met with an angry glare.
'Zi-vah you ok?'
She didn't answer. She sat at her desk and started typing not looking up until Tony decided it was time that he gave up looking at old cases and started finding out what was wrong with Ziva.
It only took a few minutes before Ziva excused herself to the ladies room and it was Tony's turn to follow her in.
He waited patiently outside her cubicle while she did her business and as she opened the door he smiled.
Ziva stepped back slightly startled by his presence and his closeness.
'Tony what are you doing here? I do not think the women here at NCIS will appreciate a man in the ladies room. Or it there something you are not telling me?' she said while sidestepping him to go the sink.
Tony just stood and watched her. He knew that one of the oldest tricks in the book was to keep silent and the person that you are interrogating will start talking, works for psychiatrists too. Apparently people just aren't comfortable with silence. Tony knew that Ziva wouldn't be one to get uncomfortable like that but it was worth a try.
Her eyes met his in the mirror and she turned and opened her mouth to speak. Tony was surprised by the fact it only took a few minutes of awkward silent to get her talking.
'I'm pregnant Tony. And I should not be. I mean I could not be. After...after Somalia doctors told me I had a partial hysterectomy and that having children would be impossible. And it is not like I wanted children before but when she told me I could not have children, I wanted them. I have no idea why. Any Tony, best part is that when I told Ray, he wanted me to get rid of the baby. He wants me to get rid of the baby that I had no right to have. Either I kill this little child that has never light or he will leave me. You know his exact words were 'do me a favour and get rid of it'. He called our child IT.'
She looked up at Tony to see shock and then sadness fill his eyes. Part of him wanted to chop C.'s head off for putting Ziva in that position and part of him wanted to do it because he was jealous. Ziva was pregnant with Ray's kid..
'I have no idea why I have just told you that i...i...'
Tony stepped towards Ziva and pulled her in. He rested her head on his shoulder and almost urged her to cry. He knew from past experience with expensive therapists, that crying and talking about something really did help. Especially with something like this. He had no idea what she going through and would never be able to hazard a guess.
Tears were streaming down her face and she was trying her best to not make a sound. But her body hurt, her mind hurt, her heart hurt she needed to make some noise.
Tony gently stroked her head as the door to the toilets opened. They both turned their heads slightly to see who was about to interrupt. The woman from financing who Tony had probably gone out with a couple of times saw the couple embracing and the tears on Ziva's face and turned and left.
Ziva sighed quietly and held onto Tony tighter.
Tony pulled apart and saw the fear in Ziva's eyes. For the first time since her little rant/revelation he spoke.
'I'm here for you Ziva.'
AN: What do you think? Should I carry it on?
