Chapter Three: Surprise!

Tony and Ziva had been dating for nine months now. After the initial shock had worn off and the gossip had died down—"hey, Jack, did you hear about Gibbs' Tony and Ziva?"—the couple had been able to go about their days normally. Gibbs would occasionally yell at them for breaking rule number one, not specifying if it was Jenny's "never screw your partner" or Gibbs' "keep it out of the office." Regardless, Tony and Ziva usually didn't listen, earning them both more head slaps than usual.

The day after their nine-month anniversary, Ziva told Tony that she had news for him. She probably shouldn't have mentioned it with McGee, Abby and Gibbs in the room, because McGee's eyes widened, Abby jumped off McGee's desk and squealed, and Gibbs eyes bore into Ziva's.

"Go," he told them, waving his hand toward the elevator, "it's a slow day." As they walked off, he added to McGee and Abby, "And we all know what she has to say anyway," causing Abby to clap her hands.

"Tony, I," Ziva began slowly, "I...do not know how you are going to take this."

Tony stood in the elevator, against the wall opposite Ziva.

"What is it, Zi? You're okay, right?"

"Oh, yes, Tony, I am fine," she said, smiling slightly. "But...I," she continued, biting her lip, "I'm pregnant?" she finished in a rush and a quiet voice.

Tony was silent for twenty three seconds. Ziva had been counting slowly in her head.

When she got to thirty, Ziva reached to flip the emergency switch, saying, "I knew you would not like the news, I should have been more careful, this whole thing was—" she rambled.

Tony's hand grabbed Ziva's. And then, a grin lit up his whole face. "Really?"

Slowly, Ziva's eyes met his. "Yes, Tony," she almost whispered.

"But, Zi, that's...that's great! A little DiNozzo?" he wrapped his arms around her. "How long have you known?" he whispered into her hair.

"A few days," she admitted, relieved. "I did not know how to tell you," she confided.

"Oh, Ziva...I love you."

"I love you, too."

When Tony and Ziva came out of the elevator, hand in hand, Gibbs was sitting at his desk, and McGee was standing next to Abby, where she had pulled two office chairs together and was dangerously trying to bounce from one to the other.

"So," Gibbs began, taking off his glasses. "When's it due?"

***

Down in Abby's lab later that day, Abby was more excited than the parents-to-be. "Are you guys going to get married now?"

I hope so, Ziva thought.

Hell yes! thought Tony.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

Either.

Boy.

"I'm going to start planning your wedding now."

Oh, no.

Great.

"Wait, you guys are living together now, right?"

Yes, Ziva thought, grinning.

Just for five months, but you can go on believing that it's been three, Abs.

"What are you going—"

Abby was interrupted by Ziva, running to the garbage can and throwing up loudly into it.

"Zi!" Tony followed her quickly, holding her hair back from her face and rubbing her back gently.

Abby hummed sympathetically and wet a small towel, handing it to Tony so he could wash her face.

"Get used to it, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, walking through the sliding doors with a Caf-Pow!. "You'll be doing that for the next three months."

Tony looked at Gibbs in horror as Ziva threw up again.

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