A/N: Okay, so the only thing that I've taken from season 4 is that Gibbs had left and is now back and Director Shepard had given Tony the undercover mission with Jeanne.

I know Tony probably wouldn't leave Ziva like this but since he's been an ass on the show lately and I already have future chapters written he's gonna be a slight ass in my story also, no worries things will change.

Chapter Two

I sat at my desk trying to busy myself with something as Ziva led Gibbs to the elevator so she could talk to him. I knew that meant that she was going to tell him she was pregnant. McGee sat at his desk confused and nervous.

"What do you think they're talking about?" McGee asked.

"Don't know Probie." I grumbled as I scrunched up a piece of paper and threw it at his head.

"You think she's being sent back to Israel?" McGee asked with wide eyes and a tight voice.

"What?" I asked, that thought hadn't even crossed my mind. I felt my stomach churn. "No, they can't do that."

"Sure they can." McGee said. "She is a liaison officer."

"McGee, stop." I ordered and he immediately closed his mouth as the elevator doors opened and Ziva stepped out ahead of Gibbs.

I eyed her closely. Her eyes were watery and her head was bowed, trying to hide the fact she was about to cry. Her hand lay protectively over where I knew her baby was. No, our baby. She sat at her desk quietly, purposely not looking at any one, especially me.

"You alright, Ziva?" McGee asked as he watched her.

"Fine, McGee." She said and he was rewarded with a smile.

"Go home." Gibbs said as he grabbed his things and shut his computer off and left, not even giving us a chance to say goodnight.

"Well." McGee said as he stood between my desk and Ziva's. "Night."

"Goodnight McGee." Ziva said and looked back to her computer.

"Later Probie." I said with a small smirk and waited for the elevator to close before I got up and sat on the corner of Ziva's desk. "What happened?"

"Nothing Tony." She said refusing to look at me.

"What'd he say, Ziva?" I asked softly.

"That he was beyond disappointed." She said softly, her voice breaking as she looked up at me. "I am not allowed in the field either."

"That's a given." I stated and her eyes narrowed at me. "Sorry."

"But he will not allow, this, to send me back to Israel." She said and I nodded, relieved to hear that she would remain at NCIS, at least for now.

"That's a good thing, Ziva." I said trying to get a smile out of her. "And you gotta remember he doesn't know the real story. I'll talk to him, tell him I'm the father. He can't hold this against you when he doesn't know the whole truth." I offered and she looked up at me with a watery gaze.

"No, he will murder you." She said with a slight shake to her head. I sighed and dropped my head into my hands. This was making me want to rip my hair out. I wanted to be with Ziva, but I don't want to fight or have to work this hard to stay close while she worked just as hard to push me away. "Tony, you cannot."

"Why? Are you ashamed-." I started but she cut me off before I could finish.

"No, Tony, and you know that." She stated firmly with serious chocolate eyes.

"Then why are you pushing me out of my baby's life, your life?" I asked my chest getting tight again, like every time I thought or talked about the baby. "You're not even giving me a chance, giving us a chance. We could be a family, Ziva." I said surprising myself then cursing myself for making her tear up again.

"Tony," she started and I knew from the tone of her voice she was rejecting me again.

"Don't even say it's because I have a new girlfriend." I warned because if this whole thing was about Jeanne and the fact we were "serious" I'd freak on Jenny so bad I'd probably end up getting fired. "Because if it is I'll end it, Zi."

"You said you do not want to be a father." Ziva said with a slight smile. "There's nothing wrong with that either, Tony. We did not plan on this."

"Yeah, maybe I don't want to be a father." I said getting frustrated and way to emotional. "But I am." I mumbled. "What about you?"

"What about me?" she laughed. "We did not plan this, but I want this. What I do not want to is to rope you down and have you turn around one day and hate me."

"I couldn't hate you." I grumbled as she stood from her chair and came to stand between my legs.

"You have your girlfriend and you are gradually learning to commit to that and be in that type of relationship." How the fuck did she know what I was learning? Maybe I was learning I hated living another life that she wasn't apart of. Maybe, that lately when I was up all nights thinking, I was learning I may want to be a father. "Do that, Tony. It could turn into something you had never expected. Maybe you will end up married and have kids then."

"No, that won't be happening." I laughed. "I could never have another kid and see them and not think of this kid. Our kid, that I left. You do realize Ziva you're bearing a DiNozzo."

"I know." She laughed as her eyes roamed over my face. "I'm hoping for a dark haired, green eyed baby."

"You're a sucker for my eyes, Ziva David." I laughed and I rested my hands on her hips.

"I am." She confirmed with a shy smile. She was about to saying something else when my cell rang.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I answered the phone.

"Goodnight." Ziva whispered as she gathered her things, kissed my cheek, and left for the night.

"What?" I asked Jeanne, not paying attention to a word she had said. "Tonight? Sure." I said as I turned and walked over to my desk, glancing up at the catwalk. "I'll bring dinner." I smiled and closed the phone.

I finished my report and shut down everything for the night, not sure if I wanted to go over to Jeanne's tonight. I knew she was getting impatient with the fact I was withholding sex, but she was going to have to deal. I am honestly scared to death of getting her pregnant. Even though Ziva and I weren't using condoms, and as cliché as it is, it's because we were too into each other to think about that. I don't have that problem with Jeanne, my thoughts usually end up on Ziva when Jeanne starts rambling any way about whatever.

Months went by and Ziva's baby bump was now really obvious. McGee and Abby had been told a few days after she told Gibbs. Abby of course went friggin' nuts and bounced all around, nearly hugged Ziva to death. McGee was funny, he didn't know what to say, so he said congratulations about 20 times. It bothered me that none of them questioned who the father was, or what I thought about the situation.

"Morning." Ziva smiled brightly, throwing us all off. Her eyes had a new sparkle to them and she seemed to be glowing. It was the first time I'd seen her genuinely happy in a long time, since the summer actually.

"Morning, how was your doctor's appointment?" McGee asked. How come McGoo knew she had a doctor's appointment and I didn't?

"Good." Ziva smiled as she booted up her computer.

"Find out the sex?" Gibbs asked as he looked from his screen over to Ziva.

"I did." Ziva smiled and butterflies started in my stomach. "Little boy."

"Congratulations." McGee smiled and Gibbs nodded with a smirk. "Got any names picked out?"

"Yes." Ziva said. I couldn't help but smile at Ziva's excitement. "Jason, Seth, and Daniel. I cannot decide."

When did she start thinking about names? I knew the baby would have her name, that wasn't a question. Jason David. Seth David. Daniel David. I didn't like any of them, but that didn't matter, not since I walked out on them.

"Come on McGee you're with me." Gibbs said as he pointed to McGee and they both disappeared behind the steal doors of the elevator.

"What do you think, Tony?" Ziva asked surprising me. We hadn't talked about anything besides work or how she was feeling since the night Gibbs had her on the brink of tears. "About the names, the truth."

"They're not my favorites." I said and she nodded. "I like Avery, or Wyatt, or Magnum." When the fuck did I start thinking about names?

"I am not naming him Magnum." She laughed. "Avery."

"Yeah." I said rubbing the back of my neck as I leaned back in my chair.

"What does it mean?"

"I have no clue, but I doubt it's Hebrew." I smirked as I watched her type on her keyboard.

"Elf Ruler." She laughed as she looked back up at me. "That's what it means."

"Well, maybe we should let McGee have that one." I joked.

"I like it." She said shyly. I stood from my chair walked over to her desk and sat in my usual spot on the corner.

"Avery David." I practiced. "I like it."

"Avery Matteo David." She elaborated and looked up at me for a reaction.

"Perfect." I smiled. Avery Matteo DiNozzo didn't sound too bad either. "Can you feel him move or anything yet?"

"All the time." Ziva said as she placed her hand on top of her protruding stomach, tempting me to touch it.

"Yeah?" I asked as I watched her get lost in her thoughts.

"Lately, when you talk he gets excited." She said softly and looked up at me after a second. God, was she trying to break me? "Or he'll decide he wants to continue playing football with my bladder."

"Soccer." I corrected. "You're in America, it's soccer."

"I know, Tony, I know how protective you are of your football." She laughed and took a drink from her water bottle. "Which does not make sense because you do not do anything with your feet."

"Give it up, Ziva." I laughed and she glared at me. "You're not gonna win this."

"I never win anything sports related with you." She laughed. "Well in a discussion, actually competing against you, I would kick your ass."

"Keep dreaming David." I smiled and she laughed looking away from me again.