A/N as you may have noticed, I don't really care about cases ;)
I was very depressed yesterday. I kept refreshing my browser, but even at 4 pm it said that only 29 people have opened my story. Yesterday was actually my highest readers-rating, 446 readers. Yay :)
I like all 446 of you for reading. And I especially like the 6 people that reviewed me ;)

Make sure you read chapter 7 cause fanfiction was being annyoing yesterday. it's about gibbs visiting kate, if it doesnt sound fimilliar, go read it.

Disclaimer: Don't own ncis bla bla bla or Barry White, bla bla bla.

Tony offered Ziva a ride home after work. She had taken the bus the day they went upstate. "so, my place of yours?" Ziva looked surprised. "Why would I go to your place?" he looked proud of himself. "Because, you're pregnant and we are giving us a chance." "And that would mean I would move in with you right away?" He nodded. "Yep, gotta take care of you right?" She shook her head. "Tony, I do not need you to take care of me." "Of course you do. I'll make dinner and run you a bath." Was this Tony she was talking to? Tony Dinozzo? The obnoxious ladies man? "You'll run me a bath?" He nodded. "And I want to take you to dinner sometime soon you know, a date." Ziva was going crazy. Next step would be flying to Italy to meet his grandmother, in this pace that is. "Oh, don't look so shocked. We're having a baby! We can certainly go on a date." "Fine, your place. I don't have any food." Ziva snapped. Tony just chuckled.

"Bathroom is straight through there," He pointed towards his bedroom. "If you give me your clothes I can wash them for you" He offered, as he grabbed some sweats and a T-Shirt from his wardrobe. He walked into the bathroom and put them together with a couple off towels next to the sink. "Pasta sound good?" Ziva was amazed by his –apparently- caring nature. All she could do was nod. "Good, now go." He lightly shoved her into the bathroom. She just stood there for a while. 'What just happened?' she asked herself. She turned on a nice warm bath and got into it She really needed to wash her hair. But dammed, her bag was still next to his front door. "TONY!" she yelled. He barely heard her in the kitchen. He walked towards the bathroom. "Is something wrong Ziva?" he asked from outside the door. "Uhm, can you get the shampoo from my overnight bag and bring it in? I'm already in the bathtub." He smiled, knowing she couldn't see it. She didn't lock the door, she trusted him. "yeah, just a minute." He jogged towards her bag. "Where is the damn shampoo.. birth control, razorblades, girlie stuff. Ah, conditioner and shampoo." He talked softly while going through her bag. He knocked. "Yeah come in Tony, BUT DON'T LOOK!" He smiled. "Can't promise that Ziva" he said when he came inside, eyes closed. He cautiously shuffled in the direction the bathtub should be. He hit his shin on something. He cursed under his breath. "Stop, " she told him. She reached out to take both bottles from him. "You brought my conditioner as well, thanks Tony." He nodded, turned around and opened his eyes so that he could find his way out again.

When she arrived into the kitchen wearing his sweats and NCIS T-Shirt he was singing along to some song she didn't know. "Hey" She said quietly. "Hey, come sing with me" He answered cheerfully as he grabbed her hand. "I don't even know this song tony." He froze. "But you do know who is singing it, right?" She shook her head. "Should I?" He nodded fiercely "It's Barry White, Ziva." This didn't mean anything to hear, she never even heard his name before. "How's dinner coming?" She sniffed. "Smells like something's burning." Tony turned around, "It's not burning!" she laughed. "You're very serious about your food, yes?" He nodded. "Italian. Here take a bite." He offered her a spoon with some sauce and meat on it. She took a bite. "That's pretty good, Tony. Never figured you for the cooking type." He smiled. And leaned in to whisper something into her ear. "That's because I only cook for very beautiful women." He kissed her cheek softly and turned around to continue cooking. "Now, go sit." He pointed towards his breakfast bar. She just did like she was told. A awkward silence evolved. They both knew they needed to talk, she would do it after dinner.

"That was nice Tony." He just smiled. "Thanks, I really needed that hot bath." He smiled. "Can we please talk about the giraffe in the room?" He looked puzzled for a second. "Elephant, Ziva. Elephant in the room." "Why, a giraffe is taller." He just shrugged. "Anyway, I have cancelled my appointment." He got up from his chair and squatted next to hers. He grabbed her hand in his. "Thank you Ziva." He looked at his watch. "Do you want to stay the night?" She nodded. "Good, you can have my bed. I will take the couch, don't worry I already put clean sheets on them while you were washing your hair." He turned to walk away but she grabbed his hand. "Tony, you don't need to sleep on the couch." "Well, you're certainly not sleeping on it." He said firm. "We can both stay in your bed. We obviously did it before." She unconsciously put her hand on her stomach. He nodded. "Great, and I'll promise. No funny business." She got up, put her plate on the counter and walked towards his bedroom. "Too bad," She said just loud enough for him to hear, the tease. As soon as he laid down into his bed, she curled up against him, lay her head on his should and her arm around his waist. He held her as close to him as he possibly could. "Wouldn't have pecked you for the cuddling type, agent David." He said into her hair. She looked at him, smiled and kissed his lips. "Goodnight Tony." "Goodnight Ziva"

Everyday around 11 am Ziva would take the elevator towards Abby's lab. She smiled, figuring she would hear the music anytime now. But it wasn't there. There was no music. So she walked inside Abby's lab. BAM, the automatic doors didn't open. That hurt. "Abby?" she called out. No answer.

A/N So there is Abby, well Abby isn't actually there now is she?