Disclaimer Again: I don't own NCIS.
The doctor had confirmed what she knew he would, and Ziva sat in her car. She hadn't turned it on yet, and she stared out the window at nothing in particular. Tony was waiting for her call, but she wasn't ready to move yet. She felt slightly ill, and she wasn't sure if that was the shock of it all or morning sickness. Her phone pinged and she flipped it open. It was a text from an impatient Tony. "Well?" It said. She texted him back, "Yes. Meet me at my house so we can discuss this."
When she got to her apartment, he was already there. Sitting in the hallway, back against her door. He hopped up when he saw her, and they stared at each other for a few seconds before she took out her keys and opened it, gesturing for him to go in. She hung up her coat and took off her shoes before either of them spoke.
"Would you like something to drink?" He had taken a seat on the couch and she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. He laughed.
"Is that how you start a conversation like this?"
"I do not know, Tony! I have never had to have this conversation before!" She threw her hands up and went to sit next to him. "The doctor says that I am almost eight weeks pregnant. They took blood and gave me a prescription for vitamins. I asked him if the birth control shot would have any ill effects on the baby, but he said no…"
She pulled her legs up to sit with them crossed, and put her hands on her knees, as if she was going to meditate. They were quiet again, both in thought, when Tony reached over and touched her arm gently.
"We could get married. I'm not gonna lie, this isn't the way I pictured this all happening, but… Dinozzo men do not run from their responsibilities." She snorted, and then she was laughing so hard it took a minute for her to recover. He looked a little hurt and she rubbed his arm soothingly.
"Tony, that is very sweet, but I do not want you to marry me. I thought about this all night. Actually, I have thought of nothing else since yesterday." She stared at the coffee table now, hands going back to her knees. She took a deep breath. "I never thought that I would have children. The life of a Mossad officer is not really conducive to starting a family. Especially for a female officer. When I think of all the missions I have been on… especially my time in Somalia… I can not imagine what it would have been like to have a child somewhere, waiting for me to come home." She looked at him now and gave him a small smile. "But I am not a Mossad officer anymore. I am an NCIS agent. And an American citizen. Other agents have children, I have seen their photos." She searched his face for a moment before nodding. "I am keeping this baby. I will give you time to decide what it is that you would like to do. If you want to be involved, we will figure something out. One of us will have to be reassigned to another team. If you do not want to be involved, Tony, no one has to know. I will not tell anyone that the baby is yours."
He looked at her incredulously. She was giving him an out? She had just found out that her entire life was about to change, and she was giving him and out? A few years ago, if a woman would have told him that she was pregnant with his baby, but he didn't have to take responsibility if he didn't want to, it might have been a dream come true. But this was Ziva. His partner, his friend, his sometimes lover. And this was his baby. He wasn't getting any younger. No, he didn't want the out; he wanted to be a dad. He put on his best Tony grin.
"Well, Ziva, when this baby comes out with a full head of hair and my charming good looks, everyone's going to know, anyway. Dinozzo's have very strong genes. So I guess I have no choice but to be involved."
She knew he was as nervous as she was, the jokes were always Tony's way of coping with things. But she was relieved that she wouldn't have to do this alone. They sat in a comfortable silence, both in thought, until a look of terror came on her face.
"Okay, but you have to tell Gibbs!" Tony's face went white.
"Can't we flip a coin or something?"
