Diclaimer: I don't own NCIS. I just own the characters Gibbs, Tony, McGee, Abby, Ziva, Jenny, Vance, Ducky, Jimmy…..

Ziva's POV:

I groggily opened my eyes. I rolled over, hoping to have Tony's arms around me. Instead, there was only an empty side of the bed. I cursed in silence.

I looked around the room, and suddenly spotted a roughly folded piece of paper, written on the cheap hospital stationery. As I unfolded it, I recognized Tony's sharp handwriting. It read:

Dear Ziva;

Starving my brains out. Went to go get something from the hospital cafeteria.
Was considering eating this note, but thought I should leave something for you
in case you wake up.
Rest, love.

-Tony D.

I chuckled quietly. I folded the note a little neater, and put it into my pocket. I wanted to save it. I rolled back on my side, and a thought occurred to me.

What now?

I couldn't leave. The nurses would flip out.

I wasn't going to watch TV. There wasn't anything remotely interesting on, anyway.

I couldn't go back to sleep. Sleep, at least, without Tony, would probably mean nightmares.

So I laid back, and waited.

Tony's POV:

"Jeanne? What are you- what the-"

"Nice to see you, too." She said, turning around to sit. She motioned for me to come with her.

I did. "Why are you here?" I asked.

"I quit my job at the other hospital after…the whole episode with m-my father." She said, her voice unsteady. "I went into unemployment for a while until I decided to get off my lazy ass and get another job." She smiled. "Now, I work here. Why are you here?" She asked, narrowing her bright blue sapphires.

"Well, I just decided to on vacation to Somalia, thought Ziva was dead, was captured by a terrorist, imprisoned in his camp, found Ziva, had my boss kill the terrorist, and brought back Ziva alive. Nothing much." I said casually.

Jeanne simply stared at me. Then, she seemed to come back to her senses. "So, Tony, I was thinking….I know terrible words were exchanged that day, and I apologize for that, but..."

"But what?"

"Tony, I want us to get back together."

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Jeanne. I just don't think it would work, with everything that has happened between us. And, I think I've found someone else."

"Oh." She said. "Tony, I just want you to know this: I'm extremely sorry for the words that were exchanged that day, and whoever you choose will be a very lucky woman." She said. She laid her hand on mine.

"Thanks, Jeanne. I hope the same for you."

She smiled.

"Now, can I please have my breakfast back?"

Ziva's POV:

Suddenly, the door to my room opened.

"Hi, Tony."

"Well, good morning, sunshine!" He said, plopping down beside me.

"Thanks for leaving a note."

"You're welcome."

"And thank you for not eating the note. That was appreciated."

He laughed. I looked away.

"Tony?"

"Yes."

"I think I'm going to get an abortion."

Tony froze. "What?"

"I'm going to get an abortion. I can't do it, because, when I look at it, all I'll see is the painful memories that I tried to leave in the desert."

He laid hand on mine. "Ziva, think about what you are saying. We are talking about your child here."

I gritted my teeth. "This is no child. It is the spawn of a monster. If and when I become a mother, I want it to be a child of love, not rape. This act is supposed to be beautiful, and should result in a beautiful baby. What I went through was torture."

"Ziva, I know that you went through a lot there-"

Suddenly, I lost it. "You don't know the half of it, DiNozzo! I was tortured! Every day! For months! I wanted to die! They used me as toy! I wanted death to relieve me of everything, make me whole again! And now, instead of telling me to kill the spawn, you are protecting it!" I cried, tears running down my cheek.

Tony swallowed. "I'm sorry, Zi. I really am. But I want you to know something."

"What?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"When I thought you were dead, Zi, I lost it. I began going out every night to the bar, usually downing whole bottles, and that's bottles with an s, until I passed out, on the floor. After two weeks, I turned suicidal. I thought 'Well, if she's dead, I want to join her'. Gibbs put me on suicide watch for more than a week."

My jaw dropped. "You were on suicide watch?"

"Yeah. Because I couldn't stand living without you. I just couldn't."

"What does this have to do with the-the-" I hesitated "baby?"

"I just don't want you to make a choice you'll regret."

"Who says I'll regret it?" I asked coldly. "Besides, I can't be a single mom. It'll never work."

"Who said you're going to be a single mom?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What, you've already found some- oh my god." I said, realizing what he meant. "Tony, you can't throw away your entire life just for me."

"I'm not throwing it away. I would consider myself an extremely lucky man if I was to spend my life with you."

"Thank you, Tony." I said softly. "But still…I am afraid. I'm afraid that, when I see it, all I will see are those horrid memories, recurring nightmares. I'm afraid that, if I carry it, all I will feel is anger. I'm afraid I will let my anger override me."

"And that's why I am going to help you." Tony said, kissing my cheek. I felt it burn where he did.

I laid my hand on the bulge in my abdomen. I realized that, if I ever had a hope of doing this, I would need Tony. He was my partner and my best friend. But, at the same time, he was a hell of a lot more. He would help me get back on my feet, and he would father this child like his own.

I would love him for that.

Idk about the ending…but I want to hear your voices! You see the blue button? You click it. CLICK IT.

Love you all!

-Vi

P.S: For those of ya reading "Nightmares" new chapter tomorrow!