Ziva walked into the bull-pen.
"Why hello there, swelly belly!" Tony smiled.
Ziva rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up Tony. It's your child I'm carrying." She sat down on her chair and leaned on her desk.
Tony leaned forward onto his desk. "One reason why I wouldn't want to be a father."
Ziva sat back in her chair, resting her hand on her growing stomach. "You sure about that? Because I can just as easily kill it as conceive it. Maybe even easier."
Tony sat up quickly. "You wouldn't."
Ziva smiled. "Oh, I would."
"But I want little Bobby to live in the outside world, the world which we call America."
Ziva sat up and laughed. "Bobby? But it isn't even a boy!"
Tony thought about it. "Oh yeah, I guess I forgot."
Maria squirmed in her chair to get herself noticed. Tony and Ziva turned to her.
"There a problem, Miss David?" Tony spat. Ziva rolled her eyes and got a book out of her bag on maternity and being a mother. Tony continued to glare at Maria.
"Well?"
Maria swallowed. "I want my daddy."
Tony shook his head and opened his desk, trying to ignore Maria. She started wailing.
"I want my daddy!"
Tony took out a magazine and started reading it, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. Maria continued to wail.
"I want my daddy now!"
Tony lost his nerve. "Stop whining kid! Jeez, it makes me regret making one!"
Everyone in the office stared at him. Ziva just looked up from her book. "Well too bad, you made two."
"Oh come on!" Tony laughed. "I mean, how could you say I made it? You were a part of the process!"
"Firstly, 'It' happens to be two little girls." Ziva put her book down. "Secondly, let's go back to the time when you took me out about five months ago and we spent the night 'making out' in Paris. Your idea, you take the blame."
Maria giggled. "Ooooh! You just got told!"
Tony glared at her. "Button it tiny!"
Ziva smiled as she picked up her book and started reading again.
Ziva picked up her bag. She glanced over at Tony as she walked out of the bull-pen.
"I'll see you back at the apartment." She blew him a kiss as she got into the elevator and the doors closed.
Tony looked to see whether anyone was around before taking a book out of his desk. He looked on the contents page and flipped to a random page in the book before he started reading. McGee walked out of the elevator and into the bull-pen. He looked at Tony as he sat down.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Tony looked up at McGee. "Reading." He turned back to his book and continued to read.
McGee peered at the cover on the front of the book. He smirked. "What? You? Reading? A book on fatherhood?" He burst out laughing. "Oh, that is rich, Tony!"
Tony slammed the book on his desk. "Well what are you gonna do, then? Write it in your stupid book?"
"He better not, otherwise you've lost your reputation and dignity." Gibbs sat at his desk.
"What dignity?" McGee asked.
Tony chuckled. "At least I've got a reputation, McMeanie."
McGee held up his index finger. "Actually, that was my next question."
Tony scowled and turned back to his book. McGee grinned as Tony attempted to ignore what he last said. He turned his view to Maria, who had closed her eyes and was resting her head against the back of her seat. He looked at his watch then grabbed his bag and headed to the elevator.
"Tony, we have to go!"
"Coming!" Tony grabbed his bag and opened his desk to get his keys. He sighed as he slammed them shut and walked to Ziva's desk. He opened her desk. "I swear, if she ever takes my keys again…" he grumbled as he took her keys and slammed her desk shut.
Gibbs smirked as Tony stormed into the elevator and watched the doors close.
Tony walked into work with Ziva the next morning. He groaned as he walked in front of her, rolling his eyes as she argued with him.
"Tony, listen to me! You always ignore me!"
"Well this time you happened to start this whole problem."
"How?"
"You took my car keys and drove MY car home – MY CAR!" Tony threw his bag down next to his desk angrily.
"I asked if you could drive me home yesterday, but you just ignored me. I can barely sit in mine now!" Ziva dropped her bag down at hers.
"So you stole my keys behind my back and drove my car home. Nice way to get payback, Ziva."
"And you took mine. It's only fair, isn't it?"
"Well, yes it is!"
"Tony, you are acting like a child now."
"I'm not the one who stole my boyfriend's car keys."
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Ziva, if you want to get dumped, I suggest you carry on."
"Oh, I'm not going to be the one getting dumped."
"Oh really…"
"Would you two stop squabbling and get on with some work?" Gibbs strode to his desk and sat down. He stared at Tony and Ziva. "Where is she?"
"Who?" Tony sat down at his desk.
Ziva looked around before noticing what Gibbs was on about. "Maria said she was going home with McGee."
"She told me Abby was taking her." McGee entered the bull-pen and dropped his bag next to his desk.
Abby walked in behind him. "Hey guys! Where's Maria?"
Ziva picked up a note on her desk. Tony read her expression and realized what had happened before she said it.
"She's gone."
