Hello All Sorry for the long update wait, school has been taking over my life slightly with concerts and assignments, but I am back! Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter!
Disclaimer: I should get an official certificate that states the obvious, I don't own NCIS.
A month later:
Tony winced slightly as the sounds of Ziva retching startled him out of sleep, turning to face the alarm clock he groaned slightly at the time that was blaring back at him 4:33 am. Swinging his legs over the side of bed, Tony walked over to the bathroom door that was open slightly – most likely from Ziva's rushed attempt to get to the bathroom. Walking in, he saw Ziva resting her head on the side of the toilet, her hair hanging down in curly black curtains around her face.
'You okay?' Tony asked quietly as he approached her. Ziva looked up, eyes flashing slightly 'This is your fault' she snapped. Tony momentarily froze in his place at the look in his wife's eyes.
'You got me pregnant, Tony!' she continued, eyes narrowed.
Tony took a breath, it's the hormones talking...just don't say anything stupid his brain reminded him quickly.
'Last time I checked sweetcheeks, it takes two to tango' he replied smoothly, IDIOT! A little voice screamed that sounded like McGee of all people.
Ziva looked slightly confused by this reference for a second before catching onto his meaning that obviously did not relate to the dancing she was thinking about.
'If I could stand right now...' she mumbled bitterly.
Tony gulped slightly; glad she had decided to continue the rest of that particular death threat under her breath, in Hebrew.
Cautiously, Tony moved closer to her, her brown eyes following his every movement as he went. It was very intimidating. After all, he didn't need another bandage around his hand.
After throwing her a questioning look and receiving a shrug in reply, Tony lowered himself onto the floor beside her. After making sure she had physically relaxed further, he slowly placed a hand on the back of her neck and gave it a slight squeeze of comfort.
As expected, Ziva leaned back into his touch, her head now resting on his shoulder. What he didn't expect, was for her to let out a strangled little sob. Tony leaned down and kissed the crook of her neck, feeling the moisture on the end of her chin as he did so.
'I am sorry' she choked out softly.
Tony gently moved her so he was facing him, her head still down as the tears continued to trail down. Lifting her chin up softly he gave her a slightly lopsided smile.
'Don't apologise...'
Ziva wiped a tear away furiously 'I know. It is a sign of weakness'
Tony shook his head 'No, you don't need to apologise because you have nothing to be sorry for' he told her seriously.
'I snapped at you' she muttered.
Tony gave a small snort 'wouldn't be the first time...anyway Zi, I know it was just the hormones talking' he assured her.
Ziva smiled a little at that 'That is the one thing I cannot wait to be rid of, hormones.' She said wiping her eyes one final time.
For a few minutes, they sat there in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. When a yawn disrupted the silence, Tony looked down to where Ziva was leaning on his chest and spoke softly,
'Come on Zi, you need rest'
Ziva looked up at him with slightly glazed eyes, but in their depths Tony still noticed the slight amusement make an appearance 'Yes you need your rest Tony, I am used to little sleep' she said matter –of-factly. Tony rolled his eyes playfully, Ziva was definitely feeling better.
Tony looked through the observation room window where Ziva was now interrogating a suspect who had previously refused to cooperate with both McGee and Tony, after a long argument with Ziva, both men had agreed to let her interrogate. Of course, they had confiscated all her weapons and the chair had been strategically placed in the opposite corner of the room so she could not be tempted in the slightest.
McGee looked at Tony who was watching his partner with a slight smirk on his face.
'She is doing pretty well, hasn't lost her temper yet...Gibbs would kill us if Ziva snapped with our suspect' McGee said frowning at the very thought of confronting Gibbs.
Tony shook his head 'Ah trust me McGoo, she is annoyed'
McGee threw him a quizzical glance 'How would you know?' he asked 'Ziva is Mossad trained, so she is an expert when it comes to self control'
Tony looked at him and pointed to the gold band on his left hand 'Uh, Hello? I am married to her McFail! Ziva had a bad night last night so she is already irritable, squared shoulders, crossed arms...' he explained.
Suddenly the door to the observation room opened to reveal Gibbs who looked at the pair briefly before looking through the window to observe Ziva.
'She looks pissed DiNozzo. Did you take all her weapons?' Gibbs asked seriously.
Tony nodded with a pointed glance toward McGee 'Yeah Boss. She looks calm but if I know Ziva, she has probably killed that guy 5 times in her head already...' he added jokingly.
Gibbs didn't respond, he instead turned on the speaker connecting to the interrogation room.
'I suggest you tell me the truth this time' Ziva said coldly from across the room.
The three men watched as their suspect, Quinn Lakes shifted uncomfortably in his seat – his face going beet red from what seemed like frustration.
'I told you everything! Okay? Both of your other agent friends already asked me these questions and the thing is lady, I didn't kill my brother in law!' Quinn snapped back.
'Yes. The reason you are not returning to your family, Mr. Lakes – is because you are lying! Cooperation will possibly get you a ticket out of here!' Ziva stated.
'That's it Ziver, piss him off a little bit more' Gibbs said with a steely look toward their suspect. McGee and Tony exchanged worried glances 'Uh Boss? This guy might be dead if he keeps annoying Ziva' McGee reminded him.
'Possibility being the key word Ma'am!' he said leaning back in the plastic chair.
Ziva pushed back her chair and stood, walking over she placed her hands on the desk. Even though she had her back facing them, it was obvious he was receiving the famous 'Ziva death stare' most likely because he called her Ma'am.
'You are VERY lucky there are no office supplies in this room...' she hissed. The suspect looked back at her with confusion.
'I am growing tired of this. IF it was not you who killed him?' Ziva asked. In the observation room, McGee and Tony looked at each other with a funny smile 'One octave or two McGee?'
McGee looked at their suspect curiously before responding 'I am going for one'
'20 bucks he reaches two' Tony said grinning.
Gibbs shook his head 'Nah, Ziva's getting to him – try two and a half'
'Wh-what about his sister? They never got along' Quinn offered shakily his voice raising considerably as he noticed Ziva's impatience.
Gibbs looked at his agents with a smug smile, holding out his hand. McGee and Tony begrudgingly handed over their $20 notes before turning back.
'She has an alibi; she was with her boyfriend visiting his family. They are getting married' Ziva reminded him while pacing the room.
'One of his ex-girlfriends? I could name a few...' he said bitterly.
'They are innocent, all have alibis'
'what about...'
Ziva slammed her hand on the desk 'We have checked every possible lead! YOU are the only one without an alibi! Either you hired someone to do your dirty work or you killed him!'
'Note to self – never piss off a sleep deprived Ziva.' Tony said after clearing his throat briefly.
Gibbs smirked behind his coffee cup 'Good luck with that DiNozzo, I had at least one thing thrown at me when Shannon was pregnant with Kelly' he said with a look of remembrance.
Tony groaned 'Oh great. It wasn't a golf club by any chance?' he asked sarcastically.
Gibbs rolled his eyes and smacked him sharply across the head.
'That DiNozzo, is what's gonna get you killed by your wife'
Tony exhaled slowly and turned back to the interrogation room where Ziva was listening to the suspect confess everything, how he had put a professional hit out on his brother in law to be the next in line to receive the family inheritance and how sorry he was.
As Ziva went to open the door, she turned back to Quinn, who was now crying his eyes out and said,
'Cry me a lake' before departing.
Tony snorted slightly before meeting Ziva outside 'Think you mean Cry me a river sweetcheeks...' he commented as she closed the door.
Ziva narrowed her eyes 'Tony. I have been in there for an hour. I suggest you stay very quiet or I may be forced to inflict pain' Ziva said, her voice deadly low.
Tony looked at McGee and Gibbs with worry, instead of telling Ziva to calm down; they simply left Tony to deal with his less than pleased partner.
'Let's just keep me alive until after the 12 week scan tomorrow huh?' Tony suggested lightly.
Ziva leaned up and smacked his cheek lightly 'We will see my love...After all, I would hate to see you sleeping on the couch tonight...' she said coyly before heading off to the elevator.
Tony's eyes widened slightly, it was now official. If anything was going to get him killed during this pregnancy, it was the hormones.
There we go! This was kind of a filler chapter for the 12 week scan which is coming up shortly...I might jump ahead a month or so after that I am still deciding!
I am going to ask the question I know will cause debate:
Boy or Girl? Yes, I am asking you all to pick! The final decision will be mine, but I want to know what you think!
Also:
Baby names? Some have already been put onto the table but I am still accepting!
Thanks for reading! I am going to get back to writing my case fic!
