Gibbs was grinning something he seemed to do a lot of lately. In the nearly two months following Ziva's illness she'd spent as many nights with him as possible. Glancing over at her, he noticed she looked a bit tired. Grinning again he decided he'd better let her get some sleep tonight. She looked almost ready to fall asleep at her desk. He caught Tony's amused glance, glared back and turned his attention back to his work.

Ziva stared at her computer stomach churning. No matter how much she looked at the screen the information there wasn't going to change. She cursed, louder than she had intended when three male heads turned to look at her. Ignoring them she desperately wanted to hit something. The gym sounded damn appealing but a different destination was required if her suspicions were correct. Grabbing a random file folder she stalked toward the elevator.

Gibbs watched Ziva stand up at her desk frustration showing in her every move. He wondered at the cause. She walked toward the elevator mumbling she had to talk to Abby and disappeared. He felt McGee and Tony watching him, looking at them he just shrugged.

"Wonder who pissed her off?" McGee made the comment in passing heard Tony chuckle and joined in.

"Wasn't me." Tony avoided looking at Gibbs this time. Ziva hadn't seemed angry so much as annoyed. Shaking his head he was more than a little glad he could be sure it wasn't him who was to blame.

Ziva stepped into Abby's lab and was far more than grateful that for once the music was at a reasonable level. She didn't mind Abby's music but it would be far easier to have this conversation if she wasn't yelling.

Abby was bored. They had no active cases, which for all intents and purposes was a good thing. For her though it meant processing evidence from cold cases hoping for a lead. She saw Ziva step into her lab and glanced at her watch it was well past lunch time and Ziva wasn't smiling. Looked like her boredom was at an end. "Hey Ziva what's up."

Ziva stared at Abby's computer monitor for a long time before answering. "If I ask for your help on something personal can you keep it secret?"

Abby sipped her caf-pow, and nodded soberly "Ziva you know you don't have to ask. We're friends"

Ziva managed a genuine smile. "Yes we are, but this is a pretty big secret."

"Spill it Ziva." Abby watched Ziva glance to the elevator doors as if waiting to get caught.

"I think I'm pregnant." Ziva whispered the words fearing if she said them any louder the secret would carry itself to Gibbs' ears. She needed time before she told him, time to figure out how she had missed something so important. More than that she needed time to figure out how to tell him.

Abby felt her mouth drop open close then open again. "Wow, wait I didn't know you were even seeing anyone."

Despite herself Ziva laughed Abby was hilarious when caught off guard. "It is a very recent thing. That is part of the reason I am here. I only realized today that I am late. I plan to get a test after work but I needed…"

"To tell someone." Abby finished for her.

"Yes, and I am having trouble figuring out how it happened." She saw Abby raise an eyebrow. "Not like that. I am on the pill. I should have been protected."

Abby thought for a second "Well how late are you maybe it's just a fluke?" Abby watched Ziva's cheeks color.

"Nearly a month." Ziva heard the words slip out blatant with the certainty that came with them.

"Oh." Abby took another sip of her caf-pow and took Ziva's hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "So, wow yeah. Ok then."

"I took one pill much later than normal when I had strep." She didn't mention that she'd been at Gibbs' house or that she was lucky she carried them in her purse. "I did not think it would make this kind of difference. When I noticed I was late at first I thought maybe everything was just out of whack, but even after I stopped taking them all together my period never came."

Abby paused looked up at Ziva biting her lip anxiously. Stepping away she typed something into her computer and glanced back at Ziva. "What pill do you take?"

Ziva told her, then stood next to her trying to make sense of what Abby was typing. "What is it Abby?"

"I know you took antibiotics for the strep, I remember you mentioning it when I came over. Antibiotics and the pill don't mix Ziva. Very often the meds counteract the birth control."

Ziva slumped back down in her chair. If Gibbs had been part of this conversation he would have head slapped her. "I knew that, what woman does not. Dammit."

Abby didn't know what to say, it wasn't the typical Ziva sitting by her. "We can find out now if you want, I have the tests here. I can run blood or urine in the lab."

Ziva cocked her head at Abby. "I had not thought about that." She blushed and nodded. "I would appreciate finding out now rather than later."

"Sure, we'll do both. I'll give you the urine test to take, but either way I'll check your blood." Abby walked over to her storage cabinet pulling out the things she would need. "Can I ask you something?"

Ziva laughed, "I think at this point Abby you can ask me pretty much anything." Ziva stood up wiping her hands on her pants as she did.

"How will the father react?" Abby took Ziva's arm placed it on a cushioned block and tied the rubber tourniquet around it. "You sure you don't want to sit for this." But she already knew the answer Ziva tended to face things standing up, even this.

Ziva shook her head, ignoring the pinch as the needle slid in. Instead she felt a pinch in her heart as she thought about telling Gibbs. "I do not know Abby. I do not believe a child is something he will want." Ziva watched her blood filling the tube lying on her arm and had to look away when her head started spinning. "We have not been together long. He cares for me but a baby is a lot." She felt the needle slide out, watched the slightest drop of blood smear her arm and felt her skin grow hot. Abruptly she swayed.

"Whoa Ziva, put your head between your knees." Abby pushed Ziva into the chair and into position. At this point she doubted the urine or blood test would be needed. She almost laughed until Ziva growled from between her knees.

"You laugh and I swear I will tell the nuns about your coffin." Ziva took a long breath and finally felt her world right itself again.

Abby swallowed hard and bit back her comment about a ninja assassin that couldn't stand the sight of blood. Instead she watched Ziva sit up far to pale and glare at her. She had to work extra hard once again not to laugh. Reaching behind her she grabbed a plastic cup and handed it to Ziva. "Go pee, we'll talk more when you're done."

Ziva cursed in Hebrew and a few other languages before taking the cup and stalking into Abby's bathroom.

Gibbs subtly glanced at his watch for at least the fifth time since Ziva had headed down to Abby's lab. Stepping out of the elevator he saw Ziva fiddling with some vials of blood, but Ziva was no where to be found. "Hey Abs seen Ziva?" he feigned a casualness he didn't feel. Ziva had been gone longer than he would have expected. Now looking at Abby he knew she was hiding something.

Abby bounced in nervousness. "She's in the bathroom. She's not feeling so hot. I think her Iron is low, noticed it when she came down here so I'm running a check rather than making her go to the doc." She spoke as loud as she could without being obnoxious hoping Ziva would hear.

Gibbs wasn't sure what to do with that piece of information. Abby's words had come out in a rush and overly loud. She was warning Ziva about something but he couldn't figure why. He didn't get long to think about it. Ziva stepped out of the bathroom drying her hands on a paper towel. She managed a smile for him but he didn't like how pale she was. He almost laughed when Abby glanced from him to Ziva and her eyes tried to signal Ziva. Abby lacked subtlety but in the best way. "You okay?"

Ziva had to work hard to not look away. "Sorry I was gone so long, I had some questions for Abby." She saw his eyes take in the tape in the bend of her arm. Removing it she tossed it in the trash.

Abby glanced at Ziva. "I told him you weren't feeling so hot, that I was checking your iron levels. Probably should have asked first. Sorry."

Ziva felt a sense of relief, not only that Abby had been loud enough to warn her not to walk out of the bathroom with cup in hand but also a plausible reason for why she was down here. "It is okay Abby." Looking to Gibbs she worked up a smile. "Are you going to lecture me about misusing NCIS equipment?"

Gibbs knew he and Ziva were walking a fine line of outing themselves in front of Abby so he shook his head. "Nope came down to tell Abby one of her leads panned out for the Manning case."

Ziva nodded stuck her hands in her pockets, walking casually towards the elevator. "Thanks Abby let me know what you find out."

Abby watched Ziva step on the elevator but more than that she watched Gibbs watching Ziva. It would have taken a blind man not to see the concern there. She was a damn smart woman and it took no time at all for her to recognize that look for what it was. If it hadn't been for the real concern in Ziva's voice when she'd spoke about the potential baby she would have squealed in delight.

Gibbs saw the wheels turning in Abby's head, cursing for just a moment that she knew him so well. Ziva would never have said anything about them so it had to be something he'd done. "I see you putting it together Abby. You might as well get it off your chest so we can talk about this case."

Abby grinned as wide as the Grand Canyon and punched him in the arm "It's about damn time!"

Gibbs laughed, shocked at her reaction. Rubbing his arm he wondered why he thought his team, his friends would be so upset. "Thanks Abs. Should I be worried about her?"

Abby bit her lip wanting to keep Ziva's secret but knowing she shouldn't face this alone. "She might need some space tonight. She's tired, you must be wearing her out." The small fib of omission was worth the deep blush that crossed Gibbs' face. "So tell me about the case."

Ziva tried not to watch the clock. Gibbs had been back from Abby's lab for over an hour now. Still she hadn't heard from Abby. The other teams had left for the day, already Tony and McGee were gathering up their stuff to head home. She felt Gibbs watching her but she ignored him. She was tired, her head wouldn't stop spinning and she was fast losing her patience. Another five minutes passed and she said goodbye to Tony and McGee as they left. As she watched them step on the elevator her phone rang and she felt her throat tighten.

Gibbs felt tension thicken the air when McGee and Tony left, when Ziva's phone rang and she stared at it as though it were a bomb he knew something wasn't right. He almost said something to her when the director called his name from the staircase. He knew without a doubt when he got back Ziva wouldn't be there and that worried him, what the hell had he done?

Ziva answered her phone saying a silent prayer as she watched Gibbs head up to the director's office. "Hey Abby."

Abby chewed her lip as she heard the question in Ziva's voice. "Hey there. Um you want me to tell you over the phone or come up there." Abby had called on Ziva's cell just to be sure no one could listen in.

"Just tell me." Ziva already knew could hear it in Abby's hesitation.

"You're pregnant." Abby hung up the phone knowing Ziva would need time to process, to get over the shock. As much as Abby cared for Gibbs it wasn't hard to understand Ziva's concerns over this pregnancy. Gibbs had been through hell, even as well as she knew him she couldn't know how this would make him feel. Gibbs was an Enigma because of his past, the very past that would rear its head when Ziva told him.

Gibbs sat outside Ziva's house knowing the risk. It was early in the evening still, anyone could drive by, see his car and wonder. Still he'd felt compelled to be here. As he'd known she hadn't been at her desk when he'd finished his brief meeting with Vance. It bothered him. He couldn't think of anything he might have done to upset her, but that didn't mean there wasn't something. When he might have just walked into her house he knocked instead.

Ziva heard his knock and was glad that for the moment at least she was no longer throwing up. She hadn't mentioned it to Abby but being sick the past few evenings is what had finally made her really look at a calendar. She'd known Gibbs would come; her behavior had been too odd for him not to. Not to mention she wasn't at his house where she had been most nights since their weekend together. Opening her door she saw the worry, the confusion on his face. "You did not have to knock Jethro."

Gibbs stepped inside tossed his jacket to the side and watched her. "Wasn't sure."

He followed her into her living room sat knee to knee with her on the couch, despite being so close to her he could feel the distance she was holding between them. "You look like you could use a drink Ziva."

Ziva laughed harshly. "A drink is the last thing I need Jethro. But feel free if you would like one."

Gibbs wasn't moving Ziva would barely look at him. She sat very still, hands folded in her lap looking like she wished she were somewhere else. "Did I do something Ziva?" finally her eyes met his and he didn't like what he saw. The vulnerability was painful, the fear was terrifying. For just a moment she had looked afraid of him and he had no idea why.

Ziva tried to push aside her fear of telling Gibbs. She was in uncharted territory. He cared about her she knew that, didn't doubt it for even a moment. He had made it clear more than once he wanted more than just a temporary thing with her. But, they never spoken about children, and Kelly would always be a painful memory for him. Even now with the knowledge of her pregnancy so new she couldn't imagine losing the child she carried. The reality of what Gibbs must feel every time he thought of his daughter had to be devastating. How could she ask him to face that fear? "You have not hurt me, or upset me if that is what you are asking Jethro."

Gibbs could see she was telling the truth, but there was more something she was holding back. "Dammit Ziva just tell me."

Ziva wanted to but the words stuck in her throat, stuck there as the bile rose in her throat fast and angry. Unable to stop herself she ran for her bathroom, emptying her stomach until she finally felt like she could breathe again. Regaining her strength she washed her face, brushed her teeth and stepped out of the bathroom.

Gibbs watched her saw her come to the decision to tell him whatever she was holding back, then panic set in she swallowed hard flushed deeply and bolted for her bathroom slamming the door behind her. For a brief moment he was confused, it wasn't until he heard her being sick that the knowledge of what she was hiding hit him. She stepped out of the bathroom leaning against the doorjamb. The fear was there again in the way she held herself the way her eyes watched him cautiously. "You're pregnant."

Ziva felt the breath hiss out of her; nodded "Yes" she waited. He didn't move, didn't speak just sat there watching her for so long she felt her stomach churning again. Watching him she wished she could predict what he was going to do. Never could she have predicted him walking out of her living room leaving her there alone and shaken.