Tony wasn't sure what had happened, but in a matter of seconds his world had been flipped upside down.
He had woken up, expecting Ziva to be awake, but instead the silhouette of his girlfriend was fast asleep under his comforter, thank you dad for the new bed. Her snores were soft and her shoulders heaved along with her breathing. Her placed his hand on her forehead, she was alarmingly hot. He shook her awake, softly whispering her name into her ear over and over again, her eyes fluttered open and she yawned softly.
"Do you feel...?" Tony was cut off by her loud groan.
"Here sweetheart." He slid his pillow under her feet.
"Tony your gonna be late for...ahhh" she doubled over in pain again.
"Work I know. But you need rest, the nasty stomach bugs going around." He patted her softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. He got up, pacing into his kitchen and removing a bag of ice from the fridge. He heated up a can of soup, and walked back into the bedroom.
"Eat." He instructed.
"Tony I am not hungry."
"Eat."
"No!"
"Maybe I should stay home with you." He whispered into her ear.
"No tony go to work."
"But you're sick."
"Gibbs doesn't even know we're together, no suspicion."
"Ziva.."
"Tony," she pointed at the door "go to work, I will be just fine."
"Promise me you'll eat?"
"If that makes you feel better then yes, yes I will eat."
Tony reluctantly tucked her in, placing a few wet towels for her face by her night stand. He handed her the soup, pressed a quick kiss to her lips and slowly backed out the door.
He rolled into work 10 minutes late.
"Ziva called, said she wasn't feeling good." He explained as he walked in, putting his stuff on his desk and sending her a quick text reminding her to eat and drink plenty of water. He slid into his seat.
"So what's the case?" His voice clear as Gibbs rolled in.
"Dead Naval Inspector."
Tony grabbed his stuff and followed behind his boss.
They arrived at the crime scene a short while later and Tony began to bag and tag. As they started to inspect the area, a red car came roaring through the lawn of the park. Tony quickly pushed Gibbs out of the way, glad he'd made Ziva stay home as the car came running at him. Then came the job, he quickly pulled the evidence he'd collected and chucked it towards McGee. McGee tried with no avail to get Tony to come before the car plowed into him. Gibbs immediately dialed 911 as he ran over to check that his senior agent was still alive. Tony's breath was hitched as he fought to talk.
"Call Ziva." It's a choaked phrase but Gibbs does as his Agent says, but no one answers. He tries Ziva's home phone too as the ambulance arrives.
"Try my number." It's tony again and the paramedics are shushing him as he tries to help his boss.
"I'll yell at you later." Gibbs counters as he dialed Tonys home number. No one answers.
*meanwhile*
Ziva woke up hazily in a white room, beeping machines surrounding her
*flashback*
Ziva looked down, a pool of blood surrounding her, she barely had enough time to call 911 before she passed out.
*end flashback*
Frantically she looked around, surely someone was here to tell her exactly what was going on. A young woman walks in her head bowed. She slid onto the due of Zivas hospital bed, and Ziva knows. She just knows. The woman patted her sympathetically as Zivas soft sobs echoed through the room.
"Can I call Tony?" She sniffed trying to regain composure.
"Would you like me to answer questions first?" The woman asks and Ziva nodded solemnly.
"Can I even have children?" It's her soft scared tone that causes the female doctor to fill a pang of sadness.
"We don't know went wrong, we reviewed you and, the DNA match, 's"
She's cut off.
"Special Agent DiNozzo."
"Special Agent DiNozzo's family history and there did not seem to be any problems we believe the miscarriage was a direct, and sole result of the physical amuse you endured while in." The woman checked her file "Somalia."
"How far along?" It's a whisper.
"2 months, give or take."
"Do they know the gender." Her tears have welled back up in her eyes now.
"Given history, it would've most likely been a girl, brown hair green eyes." And the sobs start again, Ziva tried to regain composure, reaching for her phone and dialing his number, sobs still echoing through the room.
There is no answer and she panics.
She try's his desk phone. No answer.
In her last resort she dials Gibbs, there's a gruff answer.
"Gibbs."
"Can I talk to Tony?"
"Ziver."
"Let me talk to Tony please." She's barely holding it together.
"He's in surgery Ziva."
"Surgery!" Ziva shrieked
"He was hit by a car."
"Oh my god..." She's starting to cry now.
"Let me come to you, you still at Tonys?"
"No, I'm in room 126 of ICU." She whispered.
"I'm coming to you." He repeats and he starts to hurriedly walk towards her room.
"Are you ?" The peppy nurse asked as he approached the room.
"No Special Agent Tony DiNozzo is in surgery. I'm Agent Gibbs, she's expecting me."
"Ok, well we can brief you on what happened."
"Ok."
" ."
"Agent David." Gibbs interjected.
"Agent David suffered a miscarriage as a result of the physical harm she endured in Somalia. Her chances at conceiving a child are in the 50% range. She was about 2 months along."
Gibbs hushed, silently worrying for his surrogate daughter.
"You can see her sir. She's most worried about Agent DiNozzo."
"Thank you." And Gibbs and worming his way past the doctor into her room. He sat at he bedside and rubbed her shoulder.
"It's gonna be ok Ziver." And Ziva sobbed into his shoulder.
"What happened to Tony?" It's a shaky question.
"He was hit by a car at the scene, but the dumbass managed to save all the evidence and..."
"And what?"
"And me. He pushed me out of the way." And Zva is crying harder.
"It's just some broken bones Ziva."
"He's in surgery!"
"He's a fighter he'll be ok. The doc said he should rest up for a month or two. Maybe you two could take some medical leave." Ziva nods.
"Can I talk to him?"
"Lemme call McGee." And Gibbs dialed the number.
"McGee. Is tony awake?"
"Yah boss."
"His girlfriend wants to talk to him."
"Girlfriend?"
"Gimme the phone McIdoit." He can hear Tony say In The background.
"Hey Ziva." He softly said as e ears her pained sobs."Zi, baby it's gonna be ok, I'm fine. Just relax. There's movies for you to watch if you want."
"I'm here." She whispers.
"Here? Well then come on in." He's completely oblivious.
"No tony, I'm down the hall, in ICU."
"Oh my god, Ziva are you ok?"
"I'm sorry." She sobbing and he's trying to calm her down.
"Ziva, sweet heart, tell me what's wrong."
"I...I.. I was pregnant."
"Was?" It's his scared answer.
"Yes, I ..." And she's taken over by tears again.
"Honey it's gonna be ok, I promise. You know I love you, and I'd still love you even if you couldn't have kids, don't even think for one second that us losing our child changes the way I feel about you."
"I know." She's whispering, soft sobs still clogging her throat.
"We can have kids later on, we can always try again." He doesn't know if he's reassuring her or himself.
"It's all my fault."
"Ziva, damnit it is not your fault."
"I shouldn't have left for Isreal."
"I shouldn't have let you go, this is just as much my fault as it is yours understand? We will face this together. I told you a year ago I was there for you, and I still am. Never gonna let you go. Now get some rest."
"Ok." She whispers, closing her phone and trying to sleep.