Things Can Happen

by ChristelJo

Tony and Ziva had a special night after several years of waiting, but they weren't careful, and now they've got a bundle. How will Ziva tell him? Will she even tell him? Ziva didn't even know it could it happen after events in Somalia, but things can happen. The format might me hard to read at first. But it gets better. Read my profile for information about that.

1. Confusion

Chapter 1

Another trip to the hospital. What could be wrong? What's going on? Am I really sick? "Well this sure is surprising" The doctor says as he enters the room. "After examining your abdomen, we can see you have had critical damage done to you" Ziva looks down at her stomach and frowns. "and we are VERY surprised. Congratulations Ms. David. You're 10 weeks pregnant." What? How? Wait, Tony and I...1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…oh, my, lord. It can't be. But he was to. Why didn't he?

"Hey, how come we never talk about that night?" Tony sure grew a big smile, thinking about finally having some intercourse with the lovely Ms. David. "Helloooo? You listening?" Ziva shakes her head quickly, "Sorry, I was daydazing" "Daydreaming" Tony corrected her. "Yeah, whatever. What did need?" Ziva asked. "What haven't we talked about our lovely night together a couple months back?" "What is there to talk about?" Ziva looks down at her stomach. "Ziva, I've been waiting for that night for years, and after the elevator incident, I've been waiting even longer." "Look, I've been waiting for that night too, trust me. Just I had suspected for you to engage the first conversation, and seeing that you didn't say anything the first couple of days, I figured I was just one of those oth…" "No." Tony stopped her. "You weren't giving me signs. You weren't looking at me like you used to. All happy and sexy."

"Tony, I was scared. It was a lovely night, I loved it, but now." Ziva stops. "Now what?" Gibbs asks as he walks in. "Nothing boss, I'm having problems with my apartment. I loved it but now" "I don't need to hear it. Dead Marine, Wal-Mart, found dead in the bathroom. Tony, David, you're taking the van, gas it up. McGee, you're coming with me, grab Ducky and Palmer and meet me out front." Ziva sits in the van, waiting, thinking how to tell him. Should I tell him now? Or invite him over? No, no that's stupid. Maybe I'll let it come up in conversation. Just, maybe not today. Tony hops in the van, and they take off. "But now?" Ziva's shocked and lifts her head from the window. "Huh?" "You said you loved it, but now, and then Gibbs cut you off." "Oh, that, nothing." Ziva sighs. "No, Ziva, we need to talk about it. We don't have to now. How about we go to the coffee shop, wait no, that would be a bit weird. Let's talk at one of our places. Maybe yours? If you don't mind?" "Yeah, I supposed we could. Just, let's not lead up to what happened that night." "Why, didn't like it?" Tony chuckled. Ziva gained a little smile, "No, I liked it, but we are to talk yes?" "Yeah, talk. So say, 7?" "Sounds good" Ziva nodded, then they arrived to the crime scene.

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Ziva fell asleep, but was awakened as she heard a knock on the door. She quickly stood up, grabbed her gun, and slowly shifted to the door. She creeps open the door, then hears, "Ziva, come on. Open the door already." She opens the door all the way, and puts away her gun. "Did you forget I was coming over, that you needed your gun?" Tony asks. "Tony, I'm a trained ex-Mossad agent, I'm made to be warned. And I was taking a nap, and didn't realize it was 7 already." "Actually it's 6:34, I just couldn't wait any longer so I headed over a little early. Sorry." Tony states. "No, no, that's fine. I'm sorry, I was just really tired, and I totally forgot to make something to eat." "You tired? You're a strong, badass, seeeexy woman. How could…" "Tony, I appreciate the complements, but you don't need to go that far." "Well don't worry about food, I can order pizza. It was my idea to talk together here." "I'll pitch in." Ziva buts in. "No, don't worry…" "Tony I insist. Let me." "Alright, why don't we order quick, then start talking. What kind of pizza do you want? We can split one." "Sausage will be fine." "Oooo, my favorite." Tony smiles at her, and she chuckles back.

"Let's sit and talk for a bit. Pizza will be here in like 5 minutes." Tony says. "How much was it?" "$10.55. Just give me $5, and we'll call it good." "Alright, I'll be right back." "No, not now, give it to me afterwards." "Ok." They both sit down. Tony gives a smirk, and Ziva looks down and sighs. "Something's bothering you, I can tell." "No, let's just talk."