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Chapter Six: There's Something in the Air

Ziva heard her alarm clock go off at 0445. Normally, she would get up to run, but not today. She stared at the ceiling, her head spinning into eternity. She tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but her joints ached terribly and she felt very cold.

'Great,' Ziva thought to herself bitterly, 'After everything that has happened this week, I am sick too.'

She reset her alarm clock for 0600 and rolled back over under the sheets, desperately trying to catching another hour of shut-eye. She did not.

Ziva gave up on sleep after about a half hour and walked to her bathroom, hoping a shower would make her feel better. She came out half an hour later, feeling moderately refreshed but still quite unwell.

She walked into the kitchen to get some aspirin to hear her neighbour knocking on her door.

"Ziva," Emily whispered hoarsely, "Are you home?"

Ziva sighed and opened the door.

"You don't look so good," Emily observed as she made her way inside, "I noticed that you weren't running today so I wanted to see if you were okay."

"I look forward to when you find someone, Em," Ziva answered wearily, "Then you can stop mothering me every few minutes."

"Funny, Z," Emily replied walking away from her and down the hallway, "Sit down." She came back moments later with a thermometer to find Ziva still standing with her hands on her hips. It took Emily a while to come up with a way to get it into Ziva's mouth.

"Are you hungry?" Emily asked, knowing she would open her mouth wide enough when she answered. And sure enough, Ziva did.

"What are you doing?!" Ziva shouted, but her tongue was trapped by the thermometer so it sounded more like "Wozar you doon?!"

"Hold still," Emily said with a hand pressing down on Ziva's shoulder, "Don't be such a baby."

Ziva gave up and let Emily take her temperature. "One hundred and one," Emily said when she pulled the thermometer, "No work for you today."

"I have to go to work," Ziva replied, pulling away from Emily's grip and walking over to her fridge, "I will take some aspirin. I will be fine to go to work."

"I think you should take the day off," Emily stated forcefully as she grabbed out two glasses, "The stress of your job and your break-up will only exacerbate your illness further."

"I am fine," Ziva answered conclusively, pouring juice into the glasses and then replacing the bottle in her fridge, "If I feel worse, then I will see a doctor. Okay?"

"Fine," Emily agreed, knowing deep down that her friend will only go to see the doctor if she first incapacitated her and then dragged her into the medical centre.

They bid each other good bye and went their separate ways to work.

oOo

Ziva was collapsed on her desk midway through the morning. Tony considered shaving her eyebrows, but, instead, took the more humane approach of calling Emily to see what was wrong with his agent.

"This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS," Tony said into the receiver, "I need to speak with Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss from the BAU urgently. Thank-you."

He waited less than a minute for Emily to answer his call. "Emily! What's wrong with Ziva? She has passed out on her desk. Great, I'll see you soon."

Emily arrived in the bullpen about thirty minutes later. "Ziva!" she cried when she entered, drawing a few glances from the agents around her, "Tony. Why is she still here?"

"Well, I don't know what's wrong with her. She's been sleeping for the past hour and she made it very clear that I wasn't allowed to touch her anymore."

Emily sighed heavily and grumbled something under her breath about men as she checked Ziva's forehead. "And she's burning up," she muttered loud enough for Tony to hear, "I'm taking to a doctor then home, is that okay with you?"

"That's why I called you, Emily," Tony said with his charming smile.

"I wish that you did not, Tony," Ziva answered drowsily, having just being woken up, "Now she is going to wait on my arm and leg."

"Ah, hand and foot, David," Tony answered.

Ziva shot him a dark look as she walked with Emily to the elevator.

oOo

"I don't see why you couldn't see Ducky?" Emily asked as they sat on a bed at the nearest clinic to the Navy Yard. Ziva had no intention of going back home with Emily.

"He is consulting with another M.E. in San Diego for the next three days," Ziva explained quickly, "And I do not like his replacement."

They had flashed their badges on the way in and, as such, the doctor chose to jump them ahead in the queue. He saw them no longer than ten minutes after they arrived.

"It is simply the flu, Miss David," the doctor concluded after less than a five minute consultation.

"I already know this," Ziva replied tiredly, "Is there anything you can give me so that I can work?"

"You can take cold and flu tablets," the doctor answered unsurely, "But I would prefer if you didn't work at least for the next few days."

"Sure," Ziva told him positively, with no intention of staying home sick. Emily merely shook her head at her friend's stubbornness. She had well and truly given up on trying to drive Ziva home. She took her back to the Navy Yard and then drove back to Quantico.

oOo

Two weeks passed in a haze for Ziva. She tried the cold and flu tablets, and they helped a little bit, but she found that nausea was creeping in to be her worst symptom. The meds got rid of the fever and even dried up a dripping nose, but she was saddled with a constant headache followed by bouts of nausea.

"Are you still sick?" Emily asked one morning, a fortnight after she had initially fallen ill, "Perhaps it's not just the flu. It might be glandular fever or something worse. I'm taking you to my doctor this morning. I don't trust these clinics to make the right diagnosis."

"Fine," Ziva replied, calling Tony to let him know that she would be late for work and Emily did the same for Hotch.

They drove in separate cars since they had to go in opposite directions to work the afterwards. Emily spoke to the receptionist and the doctor took them in a few minutes later. Ziva explained her symptoms to the doctor, who agreed that it may be more than the flu. He drew blood and told her that he would call her back in when the results came in.

"Is it possible for you to call with the results and we'll see you when we can, Mark?" Emily asked, finally speaking up, "We're normally pretty busy."

"Oh, another FBI agent?" Mark asked Ziva.

She shook her head. "NCIS."

"Ah yes, my brother's a Marine, so I've heard about your agency," Mark replied looking at the chart, "I have your cell phone number, so I will call you with the results and we will set up another appointment then."

"Thanks, Mark," Emily said with a smile as they walked out of the consultation room.

"Yes, thank you," Ziva added, "And I will be awaiting your call."

They bid each other goodbye and drove to work.

oOo

Ziva felt better after her visit to Emily's doctor, though she understood that was probably her body's psychological response. Tony had asked her where she had been when she finally arrived at work. She told him a doctor's appointment and nothing more, but was intrigued that he was so interested in her daily activities. Was it jealousy? Did he think that she was with another man?

For some reason, she enjoyed the thought of making him jealous, so she decided to play his game, eyeing him with a flirtatious glance from across the bullpen.

Ziva continued the game for the rest of the week, enjoying that she was finally getting back to her old ways with Tony. They had a difficult case that week, and Ziva still wasn't at the top of her game, so she was glad when Friday finally came around.

Ziva arrived home at 1730 and threw her bag across the living room floor, then immediately crashed down on her lounge. She had not heard from the doctor yet, but it had only been four days. She assumed that he did not get blood work back as quick as Abby did.

She was lying down for no longer than five minutes when she heard her phone ring. She grabbed the vibrating technology out of her pocket and quickly answered it.

"David," she said into the receiving end of the phone.

"Hi, Officer David," the man on the other said vibrantly, "It's Dr. Mark Hagerty."

'I was just thinking about you,' Ziva thought to herself. "Yes, you got my blood work back?" she asked .

"I did," Mark replied, "Congratulations, Ziva. You're pregnant."

A/N: Okay... Now I know some readers are gonna love this, some are gonna hate it and some are gonna go, 'You better have a good reson for this.' I Ummed and Ahhed about it throughout the whole of this fic and the previous one (Cross Jurisdictions), wrote a list of pros and cons and finally decided to take the leap. And I know that it's either gonna work out really well and achieve what I hope to, or it's going to be a total sham. I hope that it's the former.

I would love any feedback. The rest of the fic will follow along the lines of season 4, with this... well major subplot, which makes it slightly AU. So please review and let me know what you think.