Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Gibbs looked up, to see his two youngest enter; they were talking quietly together, heads bent close and tones hushed. Tim had his back to the bullpen, and after a moment, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Ziva's lips before going to his desk. Neither Tony nor Gibbs missed the sight of Ziva's hand slipping over Tim's ass as she moved to her own desk. Gibbs grabbed the ringing phone, keeping an eye on his three. Tony, using Gibbs' distraction, turned to McGee. "So, any little half-geek-half-ninjas growing inside Ziva yet, McDaddy?"

"It's only been a week, DiNozzo. These things don't just happen overnight." Tim replied. Tony leaned back in his chair, tossing the baseball he kept in his desk drawer.

"There is an easier way, you know? If you just use artifical insem-"

"How is inseminating Ziva easier than doing it the old-fashioned way?" Tim challenged. Ziva snorted as Tony opened his mouth, and then instantly closed it. "But then again, it's not like you would know anything about that, right, Tony?" Ziva chuckled, as Tony glared at him. Back in college, Tony had sold his sperm, and years later, found out that no one wanted it.

"You could have anyone you wanted, Ziva, and yet, you picked McGeek-"

"Is it any wonder why, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, hanging up the phone. "Gear up. Dead marine at Bethseda." The others began to gather their things, but Tim and Ziva stopped.

"Um, Boss, if it's at Bethseda, won't they-"

"Not in the hospital, McGee. In the parking lot."

"Elizabeth Marshal, Private First-Class. Twenty-years-old. She's three years younger than Sarah." Tim said bagging and tagging the evidence as Ziva snapped photographs. Tony was interviewing witnesses- or trying to find witnesses, rather- since Ducky had estimated that the woman had been killed the night before, and her body left in the trunk of her car in the hospital parking lot to be found the next morning.

"She was young. Had no chance to live." Ziva said, snapping a photograph. The young woman had been bound, gagged, and then, from the indication of the rope around her neck, strangled and stuffed in the trunk of her car. She'd also been stripped nude and her belly button removed- supposedly as a souvenior- an odd one, but they'd both seen stranger. Ducky and Jimmy had since taken the body back to NCIS.

"Graveyard security said that there was no sighting of the car when he came on, or got off." Tony said, once he'd joined them. "But, I did talk to one of the nurses, and she said that Private Marshal had come in to see the OB the week before, but couldn't say for what."

"I can." Everyone turned, to see an older man join them. He wore a white doctor's coat, and had his hands in his pockets.

"And you are?" Gibbs asked.

"Dr. James Ketlar. I was Elizabeth Marshal's OB." He glanced at the empty trunk, and took a deep breath. "Elizabeth came to see me a week ago, because she wanted me to run a test to check for Down Syndrome, because it was genetic in her family."

"Why would she need a test for Down Syndrome?" Ziva asked, not understanding. The doctor looked at her.

"Because Elizabeth was twenty weeks pregnant."

"You two okay?"

The ride back to NCIS was silent. Since learning from the OB that their dead Marine was pregnant, both Tim and Ziva had kept quiet. Neither had barely said a word since leaving the scene, both lost in their own thoughts. And Tony didn't need to ask to know what the two were thinking- that hearing the news that their corpse had been pregnant had shaken both up. He could see it in Tim's eyes, in Ziva's, and wanted to say something to keep their minds from wandering down that path, but couldn't think of anything.

Once they pulled into the evidence garage, both got out and quietly began to unload the evidence they'd collected. Tony watched as they worked, noticing the subtle brushes and gazes they shared. He could see they were shaken, but didn't know how to comfort them. When they'd finished, Ziva fled, rushing upstairs without a look back. Tim sighed, and shut the doors to the van, leaning against them.

Tony came over and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Look, McGee-"

"Not now, Tony, okay?" He nodded, squeezing his shoulder.

"Listen, Probie, what you and Ziva are trying to do..." He shook his head. "It's great. Starting a family. You're lucky. You both are."

Starting a family. Starting a family.

Only, they weren't starting a family. They were trying to have a baby, because Ziva wanted a baby, but she didn't want anything to do with him after she got pregnant. Or, she said she didn't, anyway.

He caught sight of her at her desk, and strode over to her, nodding for her to follow him. He led her to the bathroom, pulling her behind him, and once the door was closed, he pushed her up against the sink. "What are you doing, McGee?" She asked, searching his eyes. But he took her face in his hands and kissed her, tasting every nook and cranny of her mouth before he lifted her onto the sink and pulled her close. He dragged his teeth down her lower lip, and as he gently let her lip go, he whispered,

"Tony thinks we are starting a family. And I suppose we are, but I will not be involved. You don't want me involved."

"If you do not want to be, Tim! It is your choice, but I am not going to force you to stay!" She replied, meeting his eyes. He searched her gaze, taking her face in his hands. In a stern tone, he asked,

"If you get pregnant, do you want me to stay?" And without another word, he left her sitting on the sink, shaking.