(2 months later)

Gibbs entered to director's office to find Director Leon Vance sitting at the desk.

" Special Agent Gibbs."

"Leon."

There was a moment of silence before the director took a file out of his desk and placed it on the table in front of him. He opened the file and turned it for Gibbs to read.

"Mossad Director David is on his way to Washington for a Director's Business meeting. I will be attending as well, Gibbs, but I'm putting our team in charge of the operation. The meeting won't be for a few days, but Eli has decided to come in today. I want you to take care of him in our NCIS office."

"There's a problem with the arrangements, Sir."

"I'm sorry, Gibbs, but they have already been set. The director is already on his way in."

"But his daughter never wants to see him again, Sir. This'll cause problems in the office."

"Gibbs…"

"No. If the director is coming, he's coming nowhere near my agents. Understand?" Gibbs stormed out of the office and slammed the door on him. The director sat at his desk and sighed.

Ziva entered the office with a smile on her face. Tony smiled.

"Why are you so happy?" Tony asked. Ziva held up a brown paper bag.

"I just made the perfect lunch!" she laughed. Tony was confused.

"And…?"

"I haven't made a perfect lunch in months!" she squealed as she sat at her desk. Tony started laughing with her as he headed towards her. He knelt next to her, his head right next to her growing stomach. He looked up at Ziva.

"Hey, do you mind if I…" he asked as he pointed at her stomach. Ziva raised her eyebrows at him and giggled.

"Sure, go ahead."

Tony gave Ziva's belly a small prod. Ziva grabbed his wrist and spread out his hand.

"This is how you do it," she said as she slowly placed his hand on her stomach. Tony slowly moved his hand over Ziva's belly as he felt small kicks. He grinned.

"Cool," he whispered. He brought his head closer, daring himself to listen as well as touch. He froze at the sound of a familiar voice heading for the bull-pen.

"I hope you have a good stay at NCIS, Mr Director. If you need any help, just call."

Tony started to slowly move away from Ziva as he heard McGee's voice getting nearer. The second voice terrified Ziva.

"I will, Special Agent McGee."

It was the voice she had been dreading for the last four months. Eli David. Ziva quickly turned to Tony who was slowly moving away from her.

"Faster, DiNozzo!" she whispered furiously. Tony speedily crawled away from Ziva, just making it to his desk before McGee and the Director appeared at the bull-pen. Ziva hid under her desk. McGee was speaking to the director when Tony popped up from his desk. McGee jumped out of his skin.

"Oh, Tim," Tony panted, "didn't see you there. I just dropped my pen. Who's this?" Tony asked as he jumped out of his chair. McGee gestured to the man standing beside him.

"Tony, this is Mossad Director Eli David. Mr David, this is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."

Tony reached out to shake the Director's hand. Eli paused before taking Tony's hand and shaking it vigorously. Tony winced as the handshake crushed his hand – the hand he had broken only a month before. There was a bang before Ziva's head popped up from under her table. She rubbed the sore spot on her head.

"Ouch!" she whispered loudly. Tony coughed back a laugh and McGee took a deep breath as Eli studied Ziva's face. Eli looked confused.

"Ziva," he said, "are you ok? I haven't seen my daughter in such a long time that I have nearly forgotten what she looked like." Ziva smiled.

"I'm looking for my pen on the floor. I can't seem to find it." Ziva was just about to drop back down when McGee spoke.

"Isn't that your pen on your desk?"

Ziva growled at McGee. "Why, yes it is," she snarled. "Thank you McGee." She slowly moved to sit back on her seat to avoid her father seeing the growing bump. She glared at Tony to get him to distract her father. Tony quickly got the message.

"So, Director David," Tony started as he twirled Eli around before he could see Ziva, "what kinds of things do your agents do when you're around?"

Eli smiled as Ziva quickly smoothed her shirt and pulled a blanket out of her bag. She put it on her lap to reduce the sight of her bump. She closed her bag.

"Not much," Eli replied. Tony gave him a cheeky grin.

"Meet any hot babes out in Israel?"

"You better shut up DiNozzo before you seriously regret ever saying a word." Gibbs strode into the bull-pen and headed for his desk. He paused before reaching his desk and turned to Ziva. "Aren't you meant to be heading to the hospital today, Ziva?"

Eli looked confused. Tony spoke up before her cover was blown.

"She said she felt ill earlier on and said she would go just before her lunch break," Tony butted in. Ziva nodded eagerly to make it seem realistic. Gibbs sighed and sat at his desk. Eli leaned on Gibbs' desk.

"Ah, Gibbs," Eli said. "I hear your team is in charge of watching me whilst I'm on my stay here in America." Ziva coughed loudly. Gibbs ignored her and continued his conversation with Eli.

"Yes we are, Sir."

"I just hope that you have been taking care of my daughter."

Tony carefully slid off his seat and picked a cup of coffee off his desk. He tiptoed to Ziva's desk as she watched the conversation, and then tipped his coffee onto Ziva's lap. She jumped up and screamed.

"Tony!"

"DiNozzo, what do you think you are doing?"

Eli stared in horror at Ziva. She was unsure about what he was looking at until she noticed he was staring at her bump which was uncovered and clear to the sight of everyone. She bit her lip.

"Ziva! What has happened to you?"

Ziva shook violently as she tried to control her anger. "It's nothing father: Just the child of my… husband." Everyone stared in shock as she lied to Eli. She gave him an unconvincing smile and sat down. Gibbs' phone rang.

"Yeah, Gibbs… ok, sure Ducky… we'll be down there in a second." Gibbs put the phone down and stood up. "David, DiNozzo, get down to Autopsy."

"You sure about that Boss? I mean…"

"Now, DiNozzo."

Ziva and Tony quickly headed to the elevator and pressed the button for Autopsy. Tony turned to Ziva.

"Ziva, when are you going to tell him the truth?" Tony asked. Ziva shrugged and pointed at his hand.

"When are you going to tell Gibbs that your hand is still mending?"

"As soon as I'm sure that lying won't work." There was a weird silence in the elevator.

"Same here," Ziva whispered.