Sorry for the long wait! But here it is!
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Trying Is Not As Hard As Doing:
"So, what do you got Abs?" Gibbs asked as he walked into Abby's lab.
Abby placed her hands on her hips and glared at him, "Besides two partners, fighting with each other?"
Gibbs shrugged, "Rule 12."
Abby rolled her eyes, "Gibbs."
"Hey, it takes two to make a baby." Gibbs added.
"Well, technically-"
"Abby." Gibbs said sternly.
"But Gibbs, it only takes one to break the other one's heart."
Gibbs nodded, "I know." He pulled her into a tight hug. "Now, where is she?"
Abby pointed to her office, "She was crying, but now she's asleep."
Gibbs placed a kiss on Abby's forehead before strolling into the office.
Ziva lay on top of the futon, her hands on her pregnant belly.
"Do you know what you're having?"
Ziva shook her head.
"Do you have a preference?"
"Healthy." Ziva murmured.
Gibbs shrugged and sat down next to her, "Every new parent says that. Really?"
Ziva smiled, and rubbed her stomach gently, "A little boy. With auburn curls and big brown eyes. Playful, and funny, and smart. Like…"
"Like his father." Gibbs finished.
Ziva frowned, "My child does not have father."
"Well, that's kinda necessary to make a child. Ziver…"
"You know what I mean Gibbs." Ziva replied.
"I know he's not ready."
Ziva raised her eyebrows, "He's keeping secrets from me. From you. I will not let him do that to my child. He or she will not relive my own childhood. Having to hide from my father, his work was his girlfriend. We were just one of her accessories."
Gibbs lightly stroked her hair, "Tony's not your father."
"So?"
"Give him a chance."
Ziva shook her head, "No. And there's no way to change my mind."
"Everybody needs a second chance. How many chances have I given you?"
Ziva rolled her eyes, "That is not the point. This involves someone else."
He licked his lips and thought about what to do next.
He helped her sit up, "How many weeks are you?"
"Thirteen." She mumbled.
"So, you two didn't waste any time, got busy right when I left?" Gibbs said in a joking manner, hoping to get a smile, he didn't.
"It was his idea. And I was vulnerable. It is all my fault."
Gibbs rubbed her shoulder, "Give him a chance. One. For me. Come on. If he blows it…then you can shoot him. With the biggest gun. Right between the legs."
That got a smile, a small one, but it was a start.
"Fine. But once the child gets here, there will be no chances. He blows it, and he's gone. I will raise the child by myself. I will love it and care for it. For both of us."
"Think about it." Gibbs murmured as he stood up.
He held out his hands and he pulled her up.
"Where is he?" she asked quietly.
"Upstairs, at his desk, freaking out."
"That's one thing I hope the baby doesn't inherit. Stupidity."