Hope Is What We Need

Tony stood in front of her, his hands still on her shoulders. Her eyes still held that same coldness but then he smiled, "Congratulations." He said.

Ziva angrily furrowed her eyebrows, "What?"

He chuckled, "So, who's the lucky bastard?"

Ziva looked at him for another moment before smiling, as she turned to walk back to the car she stood up on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear,

"As much time as you spend in a mirror, you should know. Or maybe have someone do it for you."


The rest of the way back Tony sat in the van, dumfounded by what that could mean.

'Is she trying to say my hair is bad today?' he thought, and he immediately tried to do some damage control.

No, that couldn't be it.

'I wasn't late today, was I?' he thought back and shook his head. "Nope, right one time, sort of…'

He scratched his head, "What the hell could it mean?" he muttered.

He coughed and when his lips touched his hand, he cringed. The scars, she, had left last night. He smiled at the memory, but then…

He stopped.

"Jeanne lives across the street from me…" he said in a hushed tone.

'She saw…me…and my…" he shrunk back in his seat. "She saw me and my girlfriend having-."

McGee slammed on the brakes and he lurched forward, "Aye! McGee! Will watch it? I have some precious jewels to deliver!" he snapped.

"Sorry, it's just this bad driver in front of us."

Tony looked over the dash board, "It's Gibbs."

"Exactly."


"Did you tell him?" Abby whispered as Ziva came and stood by her side. Once they had arrived back at NCIS headquarters. Ziva, not wanting to spend another millisecond with Anthony DiNozzo, offered to take the evidence down to her.

"Yes," Ziva sighed, leaning her hands for support against the table. "I told him."

"And?" Abby asked.

Ziva sucked in a breath before slowly releasing it, "All men are idiots." She finally said.

Abby lightly touched her hand, "What did he say?" she stressed.

Ziva let go of the table and looked her closely in the eye, "He told me… 'Congrats, who's the lucky bastard?'"

Abby sighed, "No he didn't."

Ziva nodded, "He did."

Abby hugged her friend, "You're right," she said as she let go.

"All me are idiots."

Abby smiled at Ziva's stomach, "Let's just hope you're a little smarter than your dad."

Ziva lightly rubbed her tiny baby bump, "What we need is some hope for your dad."