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Ziva David paced back and forth in her bathroom.

Can this really be true? She thought. I'm not ready for this and neither is he. I know he isn't. She picked up her phone and looked at it for a moment. Then she put it back down. No I will not tell him yet. Besides over the phone is a bad way to tell someone. She decided to go for a run and then get to work.

She went into her bedroom and put on some sweats before leaving her apartment. She ran to the park and back. She then got ready for work. She got in her car and drove to work getting there several minutes early. Tony, McGee and Gibbs weren't even there yet.

She looked up from her paperwork when they entered. Tony was smiling. No doubt it was about one of his one night stands. McGee was his usual self. And Gibbs was, well, Gibbs.

Several hours later, Ziva got up and went to go and get everyone lunch. Tony quickly said he was going with her and got up before Gibbs could say anything. They entered the elevator and Ziva pressed the button to go to the parking garage.

Tony looked over at Ziva and began to get worried. She had not spoken a word to him all day long. She was very good at hiding her emotions and he knew that, but he could also see through that too. He could tell something was bothering her and he didn't know what.

Acting on impulse he reached over and pressed the emergency stop button.

"What's wrong Ziva?"

"Nothing."

"You can't fool me Ziva. Something is bugging you. What is it?"

Ziva looked down and took a deep breath.

"I-I am pregnant, Tony."

"What? When?"

"You know when, Tony. It was the only night we were together."

"So I'm the father."

"Tony, I would not have told you if you were not the father."

"Yeah I know." And then it hit him. "Oh, god, Gibbs is going to kill me."

"Yes, I'm sure he will, Tony. But it won't be for a while though."

"Oh, thank you, Ziva."

"You're telling Gibbs."