This is going to be my first longer story on here (hopefully), and also the first story I publish even though it's in progress. Normally I wouldn't do that, because in the past I haven't finished all of my stories. Sorry for the short introduction chapter, I just want to know if anyone is interested in reading it! Please note that this is only the plot & there is much more story coming up!
Please review your first impression in order to help me keep going :)
PS: I try to keep this story authentic & not too much OOC, even though this chapter might be a little, but I hope not too much. And now enjoy reading!
This night had to stay a non-recurring event. They both agreed on this.
But as Ziva was sitting on the edge of her bathtub, paralyzed, she knew that it was a fatal decision to agree on this. Who was she's trying to kid here?
She couldn't regret what happened. Even though in this moment she was helpless.
How could this possibly happen? Maybe this was a mistake. It had to be.
Pregnant. No. This is impossible she thought.
"This isn't the right time to get emotional Ziva", she scolded herself as she got up to get ready for work.
This really isn't the right time.
She arrived at work just in time to not raise any suspicions. As usual Tony wasn't sitting at his desk yet so she had enough time to compose herself.
"Good morning Ziv", McGee greeted her. A mumbled "Morning Tim" was her reply, just as Tony entered the squad room with his usual big smile on his face.
"Morning Probie! Miss David!"
"Hey Tony, had a great night, huh?", McGee asked. "You can tell that? But as you may know Timmy, a gentleman never tells!" , he replied, just as he heard Ziva coughing at his comment.
"This is too much for me", Ziva thought and left the office heading to the restroom.