"How did I end up being on the wrong end of this deal?" Ziva asked as she rubbed the sore spot on her butt.
Tim put the cap back over the needle and stuck it back into the bag that Ziva kept in her purse. He waited as she carefully eased her jeans back over her hips and buttoned them. "It could be worse. Tony could be doing your shots."
Ziva turned and glared at her husband for a moment. "Point taken."
The pair had taken to using Ducky's lab for Ziva's mid day injections. It was cool, private and they knew it was sterile, to say the least. Ducky and Palmer always excused themselves whenever Ziva and Tim would arrive, promptly at 1:30, and return only after the pair would return to their desks.
"Besides, think of what I have to do."
Ziva smiled and strolled up to Tim and placed her hand on his chest. "Your job does not come with a sharp poke of a needle." Tim thought for a moment and groaned loudly. "Anyway, I thought I might give you a hand with your particular job."
Tim smiled as her arms reached up to circle his neck. "While I am not complaining, I think those injections are having some effects-"
"You would not want my help, Tim?" Ziva said as she inched her nose along the line of his neck.
A soft smile formed on his lips, Ziva had been highly flirtatious since starting the injections and it cost almost all his will to resist her advances. At work it wasn't so bad, Tony always had a few choice gagging noises he saved especially for those moments when Gibbs wasn't around; home, however, was much different. There were only so many chores that needed done and no one else to grasp Ziva's attention.
"Ziva, I don't think my job will be to difficult with you in the room acting like this." He reached behind his ears and grasped her hands, drawing them down as he placed a gentle, loving kiss against her lips. "But the doctor said that we couldn't," He cleared his throat as he glanced to the little device Abby and Ducky used to communicate. "Uh, right now."
She groaned and withdrew herself from his hands. He watched as she started walking around the autopsy tables and rolling her neck, as she only did when completely frustrated. This always followed his gentle put downs; her mood would change and she would get defensive. He'd heard one expectant father refer to it as: pregnancy without the big belly.
"I thought this was going to be easier. We would have a baby and I would not lose my job because Abby is carrying the pregnancy but all I get are these horrible injections and you fighting me off like a mosquito-"
"I'm not fighting you off." But Ziva continued her rant over his voice.
"Abby only has to take some pills and you, you get the easiest and more pleasing job of all."
Tim stood with a soft smile on his face. After nearly a month of injections, he had become accustomed to her venting and knew that soon she'd fall into his arms and apologize for being so emotional. He would again remind her of their long-term goal and how Abby was giving them a gift.
"Done?" He asked as she turned toward him and sighed. As he expected, she stepped into his embrace and whispered her apologies. "Trust me, you aren't the only one who is sexually frustrated. It isn't easy to turn down your absolutely gorgeous wife when she's coming at you with those big brown hungry eyes."
Tim pulled back slightly and cradled her jaw in his hands. "I love you, Ziva."
"I love you, too." She said before he kissed her. "Just know that you better have a lot of energy saved up for when the doctor gives us the okay."
Tim chuckled and kissed her once more before taking her hand, the bag and leaving Autopsy.
It was a few days later that Ziva returned to the clinic for the next portion of her part. The doctor had told them that she would be put to sleep for the duration of the procedure and then would be fine to return home after an hour or two. Since McGee wasn't needed for the retrieval process, and Ziva would be able to drive herself home, he had decided to go to work. He had gone the day before to supply his donation to Baby McGee and Monday afternoon, Ziva and Abby would go back to the clinic.
It seemed to clinical to the trio but Abby was always quick to remind them that she was ready to make them parents. Unbeknownst to Abby, the couple had already agreed to ask her to be the Godmother. They couldn't think of another way to properly thank her for what she was doing for them, aside from paying all the medical bills.
"So, McPapa." Tony said in greeting as he returned from the vending machines. "Today's the day?"
"Possibly. Won't be official until-" Tim stopped and looked at the Senior Field Agent. "You don't really wanna hear this, do you?"
"No, come on. I can take it." Tony said, clasping his hands behind his head and hoisting his feet onto the desk.
"Ok, well today they are extracting eggs from Ziva and then they will put them into dishes with my-"
Tony made a noise and rolled his hands in a motion telling Tim to skip that particular portion. "Then in a few days, when the embryo has enough cells, they will implant the eggs into-"
"Ok, ok. Nevermind." Tony grumbled. "I can't take it. Nice to know that you'll have a baby soon. Then perhaps things will go back to normal."
"Things aren't normal?" Tim asked, his fingers lingering over his keyboard.
"Ziva nearly tearing your clothes off while we are trying to present evidence to Gibbs? No, that's not normal."
Tim smiled, his cheeks slightly red. "It's the injections. It's driving us both crazy. The doctor said while she was doing the shots we couldn't…"
"Nyeh, Nyeh." Tony held up his hands again. "No details, Probie."
"Well, let's just say that no one on this team is having any fun." Tim said, returning to his work and eyeing his cell phone.
"Who says I'm not having any fun?" Tony asked putting quotations around the appropriate word.
"Are you?"
Tony stopped and glanced around the room for a moment. "Get back to work, Probie."